Azur Lane: I Crossed the Graduation Port Area

Chapter 227 I Said Boss Ye's Opinion
When Lin Lan stood on the deck of the yacht and waved goodbye to the residents of the outer area, his deck was already piled up with a lot of seafood and various gifts.

"Unexpectedly, you are quite popular as a familiar."

After the yacht sailed away, August walked out of the cabin with a smile, and with a wave of his hand, put all the river fresh gifts piled up like hills into the storage space of the ship.

"I didn't expect it to be like this, I just did what I should do."

Lin Lan shrugged and said, he really didn't expect that he would be found and sent so many things just by staying in the outer area for a while.

Even he himself didn't expect that he would be so popular in the outer zone.

"Let's let Nuremberg take all these to the cafeteria later. It's not worth much, but it's the wishes of so many people after all."

Lin Lan looked at August, whose gray-purple hair was blown up by the wind, and then got sleepy, making him stretch and yawn:

"Okay, I have to go back to the cabin and continue to sleep for a while, remember to call me when I get to the port area."

"Hehehe~ Do you need me to provide you with a knee pillow?"

"Forgive me, if I sleep on your lap, I'm afraid I'll be completely sleepy."

Of course, he did not escape the fate of sleeping on a lap pillow in the end, but it was provided by today's secretary ship Tirpitz.

Under the gentle caress of Tirpitz, the lonely queen of the north, Lin Lan fell into a deep sleep.
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Haifeng City, Tomahawk military mecha production base.

The sky was oppressed by thick clouds, and the air was filled with the smell of metal mixed with gunpowder slag.

A large amount of black industrial waste gas in the factory area is discharged into the sky through the towering chimneys, making the already gloomy sky even darker.

In this depressing industrial area, the loud buzzing can be heard endlessly, and the moving vehicles come and go one after another.

In the workshop with the Tomahawk logo, busy workers are concentrating on manipulating various instruments.

The bright sparks produced by the cutting of steel burst out from time to time, indicating that the place is now operating at full capacity.

As the United States of Oran, which has a history of manufacturing mechas for hundreds of years, it already has a mature industrial system to manufacture mechas.

It was just due to the supply of rare raw materials and many important confidential design drawings that were destroyed in the siren raid.

That's why the major consortiums of the Candle Sea Chamber of Commerce have now given up their plan to manufacture Batian Mecha.

But even so, various types of battle mechs can still allow mecha pilots to obtain combat power that is several times greater than their own.

One after another, the battle mechs with the same Tomahawk logo were assembled from the assembly line. After passing the quality inspection, they were lined up in rows, loaded on transport trucks one by one, and pulled to various cities.

In order to meet the upcoming war in the Western Continent, Tomahawk Military Industry has begun mass production of combat mechs and various weapons.

Ye Zhanke, the big boss of Tomahawk Military Industry, was also sitting in the center of the meeting room of the Tomahawk Building in Haifeng City at this time, having a pre-war audio conference with general agents in other cities.

Ye Zhanke was dressed in a black suit. Against the backdrop of his powerful inverted triangle figure, the dozen or so headquarters officials who would be sitting in other positions looked very weak.

The sunglasses covered his eyes, but they couldn't hide the vicious aura exuding from his body, which was born out of the battlefield.

Behind him, his exclusive guard, a ruthless man also wearing black sunglasses, with a scabbard around his waist, stood upright like a pine tree.

"As above, the military strength of each city has been reported. Boss Ye, please speak."

A senior official of the group headquarters looked at Ye Zhanke after reporting to the general agent in other cities, and said cautiously.

After clearing his throat, Ye Zhanke sat up from the original leaning position on the seat, took off his sunglasses, and exposed his eyes.

After scanning a circle of officials present with sharp eyes like a sharp sword, and the online voice signs of the general agents of each city silent on the big screen in front of him, Ye Zhanke said slowly:

"Everyone, I, Ye Zhanke, would like to take this opportunity to say a few words."

"In the continent of the Western Continent, there have been at least dozens of large-scale wars in the past dynasties. It is hard to say whether it is right or wrong."

"But everyone who has an understanding of Oran's history should know that it is on this western continent that determines the rise and fall of many generations of forces and financial groups, one rises and the other falls."

"That's why it has been said since ancient times that if you want to win Oran, you must first stabilize the Western Continent."

"It was also 20 years ago that I started from scratch, founded Tomahawk Military Industry, monopolized the military industry market, and became the most powerful military industry consortium in the Western Continent."

Ye Zhanke's hoarse and deep voice resounded in the lonely and silent conference room.

At the same time, it was also conveyed to the general agent offices of Tomahawk military industry in various cities through online voice.

"Many of you have doubts about my decision to launch a war against the Tian'ou Group and the Navy Department. I have long been clear."

"I don't understand. Why are you all talking about the strong influence of Tian'ou Group and the strength of Oran's navy department? The Siren may take advantage of the chaos and break into land."

"It seems that this war is doomed to us."

When he said this, there were already two officials from the Tomahawk Military Industry Headquarters, shivering in their seats.

Because that's what they were discussing in private.

Ye Zhanke caught the expressions on the faces of the two, gave a light disdainful sigh, and continued:

"14 years ago, our Tomahawk military industry joined the Candle Sea Chamber of Commerce. I personally led tens of thousands of mecha troops, and with an unstoppable offensive, we destroyed the old Oran government in various parts of the Western Continent in just one year."

"Wherever our mecha troops go, the people wholeheartedly welcome them. It really takes the best time."

"The state of vigorous vitality and the competition of all things is still in front of us."

"In just 14 years, will our powerful Tomahawk military industry stop at sharing the Western Continent equally with Tian'ou Group and the Ministry of the Navy?"

Just when Ye Zhanke raised his voice and talked about the origin.

Far away in the office of the Tomahawk Building in Lanjiang City, a general agent of the Tomahawk military industry who is a mixture of Liaozhou people and Oran people, with a disdainful expression on his face, whispered to the assistant of Liaozhou people beside him in Liaozhou dialect. Make complaints:
"It's really funny, farting all over the mouth, it's not for making money, whoever hangs out with him."

And the assistant also showed a disdainful smile.

But just when the general agent of Lanjiang City thought that his low voice was not noticed, Ye Zhanke's voice suddenly sounded, which made the general agent named Feng Yu'an stand on his head in fright.

"Feng Yuan, what are you talking about?"

Ye Zhanke, who was interrupted by the muttering, immediately called out the name of the general agent of Lanjiang City when he saw whose voice mark flashed, and questioned him viciously.

For a moment, no matter whether it was the officials in the conference room or the general agent of Tomahawk military industry in other cities, they all held their breaths, and the entire language channel fell silent for a moment.

As for the person involved, Feng Yu'an's heart was already in his throat, and he never expected that the communication system of the headquarters would be so sensitive.

But time waits for no one. After Feng Yu'an's brain was running fast, he suddenly thought of a good way, and said with a sneering tone in an extremely flattering tone:

"Back to Boss Ye, I just told my assistant in Liaozhou that Boss Ye is really far-sighted, and Boss Ye has a great vision."

Obviously, Feng Yu'an's words were captured on the ass of the horse, which made Ye Zhanke's originally fierce expression look a little better.

After snorting softly, Ye Zhanke didn't bother Feng Yu'an any more, and continued:

"We have the strongest and most efficient military assembly line in Oran. In order to prepare for the war, we have already started production at full capacity and put one after another mecha into the army."

"The allies of the Chamber of Commerce in the Eastern Continent also promised to provide us with a lot of assistance and resources to help us completely defeat and annex the Tian'ou Group, so that the old stubborn people in the Navy Department can fully understand the situation!"

When Ye Zhanke said this, he stood up directly from his seat, slapped the table, and concluded loudly and passionately:
"No matter how you say it, in this war, Tomahawk Military Industry will use a torrent of powerful mechas to sweep Tian'ou Group and the Ministry of the Navy, and I have the advantage!"

"Good regards, Boss Ye!!!"

Applause erupted in an instant after a brief silence, and all the Tomahawk military industry officials and general agents of the Tomahawk military industry in various cities all shouted in unison.

(End of this chapter)