Therefore, the demand for thunder is more urgent than that of mole assault vehicles.

If it weren't for the high price of Thunder, Bei'an would probably have equipped it like a rocket.

"Mr. Peng!"

Mr. Wang was also nervous when he heard this. The seventh Machinery Department had a weak foundation. Last time, he was poached some of them by Yang Xiaotao, and his strength had not yet recovered.

But at this time, it is not the time to pull back.

Hearing Mr. Peng’s inquiry, Mr. Wang also stood up, “We promise to complete the task!”

Seeing Mr. Wang say this, Mr. Peng nodded again.

Then he looked at everyone, "The main purpose of this meeting is to increase production."

"It is not only to deal with the current situation, but also to deal with possible changes in the future."

"We cannot give the future to the other party's kindness, and we cannot guard against good things and fail to form combat effectiveness."

"Accelerating production and increasing national strength are the key tasks at the moment!"

Mr. Peng said this and looked around, "I'm going to say this, you all have made up your mind to complete the task. If anyone can't finish it, I will take responsibility for him!"

Everyone immediately stood up after hearing this, "Please guarantee to complete the task!"

After the meeting, Yang Xiaotao followed Mr. Wang and his men out.

Mr. Zhang came to Yang Xiaotao to inquire about the situation.

"What the hell are you thinking? Don't push me back!"

Yang Xiaotao immediately spoke after hearing this, "No, no, isn't it just producing twenty more aircraft. A hundred aircraft have been made, and those twenty aircraft are still missing!"

Mr. Zhang looked suspicious, "Really? Didn't you say last time that fifty aircraft will end in a year? These are 100 aircraft."

"Yes, I can't make it when I'm fifty, but I'll have a chance when I'm one hundred a year."

Mr. Zhang widened his eyes and didn't understand what it meant.

However, Old Wang and Old Qin and others understood Yang Xiaotao's thoughts and did not speak.

Yang Xiaotao didn't say much, just gave him a look of peace of mind, "Today next year, twenty, one is a lot!"

After hearing Yang Xiaotao say this, Mr. Zhang didn't ask too much, so he nodded and left.

"You boy want to send the meat out?"

Mr. Wang asked with a smile, and Yang Xiaotao did not hide it. "Yes, I can't eat this big pot of meat myself. If I want to occupy both, let alone a hundred, even three hundred assault vehicles will not be able to complete."

"Mr. Peng's slap hurts a lot, I don't want to be beaten."

Seeing Yang Xiaotao say this, the three of them looked true.

Mr. Wang wanted to speak but stopped, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up.

The matters about the seventh machine department have not yet been settled, so let’s forget about the meat of the nineth machine department.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang felt a pity.

Mr. Qin and Mr. Zhang also looked like this. They were all in a lot of trouble. Even if they gave the meat from Jiujiu, they didn't have that belly.

"Three leaders, I'll leave first."

Seeing that the three of them looked like a pity, Yang Xiaotao didn't stop for much, and after that, he was about to get in the car and left.

"Hey, Xiaotao, don't forget about the engine."

What did Mr. Wang remembered? The engine used for this missile was produced by nine units.

Yang Xiaotao nodded quickly, "Don't worry, you will go back and give the task, I will tell them to ensure the supply."

The car then started and drove towards the Jiujiu Department.

Mr. Wang opened his mouth and said in his heart, "I have to do a mission!"

"Lao Wang, who do you think will be cheaper this time?"

Old Qin approached and asked, his words were sour.

Mr. Wang took a deep breath and sighed, "It's all right, it must be my family."

Mr. Zhang listened and nodded silently. He was indescribable and envious of the relationship between the Jiujiu Machinery Department and the First Machinery Department, or Yang Xiaotao, Huang Lao Lao, and Xia Lao.

When will such talents appear under their command?

"I lost, I lost."

Old Qin muttered, "Are we considered a follower? We didn't go to the table?"

Old Zhang pulled the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

Mr. Wang felt even more uncomfortable. This time it was purely flesh in front of him, and he didn't have that belly.

"That's right? Why do we all get a share of the "uncle"?"

"It's a big loss."
Chapter completed!