Chapter 356 The direction of the blade is for the new elder 1006 Wolf boy!
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Lieutenant General Ye frowned, lowered his head, and stroked his beard with his hand, like a lion hiding in the grass and squinting at its prey.
The atmosphere suddenly became so heavy that it was suffocating.
No, no, no, it’s coming?
The hand of the troubled man with mustache could not help but clenched his fist under the table. Compared with everyone present, he could only be regarded as a civilian, and his combat power was completely negligible.
The quiet drop of a needle could be heard in the air, the strings in Mustache's heart were tense, and even the sound of subconscious swallowing of saliva in his throat was so loud and harsh.
"Gudong!"
It's almost like thunder.
"..."
Lieutenant General Ye pondered, and after a full second, he raised his head and said,
"Okay, garrison, agreed."
The old dean and old Hu almost pulled off a lot of their beards as they waited to see the excitement.
What, he agreed...
How could you, surnamed Ye, be so stupid as to agree to this matter of cutting off an arm?!
It doesn't matter if you agree, but what the hell is going to happen to our Scientific Research Institute? Even the last bit of our Scientific Research Institute's face is about to be torn off. One of the three major institutions that were originally on equal footing has been lost so easily?
You guys must have been angry beforehand. Do you want to make fools out of our research institute?
"The Scientific Research Institute unanimously rejected it!"
"oh."
General Ye finally replied,
Mo Hongniang simply took out a small mirror and retouched her makeup elegantly. Her red lips reflected a bright color on the mirror.
"Then it's settled?"
"One-third of the cost of the garrison will be borne by the Generating Committee... This year's tax revenue will definitely be three times what it was when the garrison was under control. If it is insufficient, the Generating Committee will find a way to make up for the gap."
The old dean was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he pointed at Mo Hongniang and General Ye,
"You, you, are working together! A den of snakes and rats!"
"Mayor Sikong, I want you to comment on this!"
Lin Chou was stunned, Sikong...mayor?
When did Mingguang have the position of mayor?
Sikong Yu reluctantly put down the braised peanuts,
"I support the proposal of the garrison and the production committee with both hands and feet."
The old dean held his chest with his hands, almost having a heart attack.
"Ahem, I haven't finished yet, but the establishment of the Scientific Research Institute must not be cancelled."
Just as the old dean was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was stepped on by Lao Hu, which made him tremble in pain.
"That's not possible, absolutely not! The scientific research institute must exercise control over management rights, and..."
Management rights, bah, the Research Institute wishes they could have thrown that thing away.
The scientific research institute can't even get what it wants, so it has no time to worry about this. Wouldn't it be nice to save manpower and send it to collect research materials?
But, no, once this authority is lost, won’t one-third of the tax allocation of the base city be wasted?
How do outsiders know how poor the research institute is!
Scientific research institutes are so poor that they are the cheapest. The beakers and test tubes used for experiments can only be cleaned and reused. Damn it, did you know that there would be an extra 0.000125% chance of reaction failure?
The Research Institute is so poor that it can only rely on the defiance of wages and extortion to create committees, so that the garrison can support its normal operations.
Is there any justice in this? Ah?!
The Research Institute is miserable, it’s so fucking miserable.
"We are already in such misery, and you still want to deprive us of our only income?" The over 100-year-old dean burst into tears with tears streaming down his face.
This kind of scene, tsk tsk.
General Ye frowned as he ate and drank his own food, but his eyes drifted in the direction of the incident from time to time:
Well, this is what you are good at, come on.
Mo Hongniang chuckled,
"The Scientific Research Institute has indeed made a lot of contributions to the base city over the past 100 years, but now, the situation is different... From hard war needs to half war needs and civilian needs, the things studied by the Scientific Research Institute are in our
It seems that we have reached a dead end, and our goals are too high and unrealistic...Old dean, do you know how much funding was spent on the Research Institute last year?"
"..."
The old dean was a little confused. He had always been in and out.
Mo Hongniang stretched out a finger,
"Half, half of all Mingguang's income, was eaten up by the Research Institute, and what did the Research Institute produce?"
"Well, by the way, the only profitable creation of the Research Institute in the past sixty years, explorers are still discoverers, and it's that little thing."
The old dean didn't want her to continue talking, so he started to behave badly.
"Sikong Yu said that he supports us, then we are tied. We will discuss this issue next time!"
Sikong Yu smiled bitterly,
"I...."
Before he could finish speaking, seven people from the production committee stood up with a whoop.
"Hit them!!"
Sikong Yu slapped his forehead,
"really....."
General Ye knocked his leg on the table and spat out the peanut shells in his mouth, his eyes bright.
“Damn it, you guys who got into trouble don’t know how to count? There are only six of them, how can you get seven of them??”
"Uh... isn't it seven votes?"
Seven votes means seven votes, but it doesn’t mean there must be seven people!
The leader of the evolution committee is a strong man over two meters tall, and a muscle on his arm is as big as a normal human head.
He spat impatiently and pointed behind,
"Stupid pig, kick the youngest one back!"
The shortest person was confused,
"Damn it, evolved people don't judge strength by size... You are discriminating..."
"Ding!"
There was a commotion, and the protest disappeared.
The people who started the trouble, led by the strong man, were gearing up and had bad intentions. Not to be outdone, the scientific research institute also walked out with six evolvers wearing slutty Starry Sky and Thorns uniforms.
The strong man hooked his fingers,
"bring it on!"
This is Chi Guoguo's provocation. What happened to the people in your committee? Can you discriminate against our scientific research institute?
Although there are few of us, we are all elites!
The old dean whispered, "How about forget it, I think this..."
Old Hu smiled bitterly,
"It's already this time, no matter what, we have to fight for it."
"boom!"
The twelve evolvers collided together in an instant, and the light of origin bloomed and spread like fireworks, with scorching brilliance everywhere from the sky to the ground.
General Ye patted Lin Chou on the shoulder,
"Well, take a good look, this is a reserved item."
Lin Chou finally knew why these people refused to enter the house. It was obvious that they couldn't use it.
However, you, the three major forces, decided to use this method to resolve conflicts, both big and small?
General Ye said,
"It's the last word to have a big fist. If you can solve the problem just by talking, then what else do you need me to do?"
It seems to make sense, huh?
There are very few opportunities for fifth-level evolved people to fight against each other. Perhaps with the intention of taking the opportunity to communicate or even break through, the collision of more than a dozen strong fifth-level warriors really shook the mountains.
Even the Nepenthes hedgerows, which are not afraid of anything except the hairy cow, and want to lick them when they come, have shrunk their leaves and started to shiver.