At the gate of the seemingly respectable factory, on one side of the iron door, "Donners Gear Processing Factory" is clearly engraved in Chinese.
A government official from the Elanshir Empire dressed in decent clothes, accompanied by two puppet robot assistants, stood politely in front of the owner of the factory.
They were brought to the factory director's office by the secretary. As soon as they entered the door, they handed the documents they brought along with their identity certificates to each other.
After checking it, the other party handed back the document, lowered his head and began to read the imperial document that had just been issued seriously.
After reading it, the factory director raised his head with a frown and looked at the government official sitting on the sofa, as if waiting for him to speak.
That government official is not a high-ranking official, he is just a civil servant in charge of this matter. Now such officials have been dispatched, and they must notify all factories within the specified time to allow them to enter wartime production.
system.
Of course, it is best not to notify by text message for this kind of thing. On the one hand, it is more formal, and on the other hand, we are afraid that these factories will pretend not to have received the notification and delay the time.
He smiled and said to the factory director: "From today on, all production in this factory must obey the deployment arrangement!"
"Is my factory being requisitioned like this?" The owner of the factory asked with a wry smile and pointed at everything around him.
"According to regulations, your factory is a Category II factory and is not directly requisitioned. It only needs to comply with the production and deployment requirements!" The official smiled and explained.
To be honest, the quality of the gears produced by this factory can only be regarded as adequate, and there is no core technology. Only because of its good scale, it is classified as a second-class factory.
The owner of the factory was still a little unwilling to give up, so he continued to ask: "What if I produce more products? Can I sell them myself?"
The official replied very skillfully: "That's right, sir. The supply of raw materials has begun to be allocated by the state. Your factory will not get excess raw materials, so you can't continue to expand production capacity!"
"You... how could you do this?" The secretary of the factory owner who was standing aside said, wanting to say something, but not knowing where to start, so in the end he only managed to squeeze out this sentence.
"Sir! This is a state of war! The survival of the empire has reached the most critical moment! No resources can be wasted!" The official stood up and walked to the door. The two puppet followers turned and left.
At the same time, in different places, such things happened in many corners. As His Majesty the Emperor's order was issued, the entire empire began to become nervous.
"In accordance with the production improvement process of the national coordination document, all product quantity statistics must be reported every day." A government official stood at the door and asked the people inside in a very amiable manner.
"Does it need to be reported every day? Is there someone dedicated to handle it?" The factory manager inside asked with some panic.
The official standing at the door immediately spoke and affirmed: "Yes! Sir! Production quantity statistics must be reported every day! It must be accurate! There will be random inspections and inspectors!"
In the workshop of another factory, an official wearing a hard hat handed a document to the factory director who also wore a hard hat: "Due to coordination arrangements, your factory has been requisitioned by the Imperial Military Department! This is new production
Indicators, within three days, there will be a specialist to help you meet production standards!"
"Can I sell this factory?" The director reluctantly took the information and asked.
"Yes! But I must declare to you once again that the empire will guarantee the basic profit of your factory. This is written in the expropriation documents! If you want to sell your factory, we will not stop it!" The official was calm.
Yun Qing replied.
"Okay, I understand." After reading the terms carefully, the director signed his name on it.
In Mayne, in a food processing factory that is not prosperous, a businessman in a robe looked at the documents in his hand in disbelief, raised his head and confirmed with the other party: "Are you kidding? I produce instant noodles...Before, you guys
Doesn’t the military look down on this kind of cheap food?”
The official standing opposite him smiled and said: "Sir, the situation has changed! According to the terms of the war bill, within the next one year, the empire must reserve enough food and corresponding food for 30 years!"
The entire empire was already boiling. Within more than an hour after Chris announced that the country had entered a state of war mobilization, almost all military industries in the empire were activated at full capacity.
The latest weapons began to be put into production one after another, and advanced technologies that had previously been reluctant to equip the troops began to spread as if they were free of charge.
The electromagnetic rifle, which was originally a small-scale experiment in the army, has now been immediately determined to be the imperial standard rifle, and all of them have been replaced.
The gold coins that had been stored in the originally full treasury for many years were scattered like running water, replaced with various raw materials, and transported to various production factories.
In the universe, on the bridge of a violent-class space cruiser that was flying rapidly forward, the adjutant handed a message to the captain: "Sir! The military order just received!"
The captain sat in his seat, took the telegram from his adjutant, and read the contents.
Then, he returned the message to the other party and ordered: "Cancel the training mission to search for the Heavenly Sword Sect! Adjust the energy distribution! Charge the space jump engine!"
"The space jump engine starts charging!" The puppet robot responsible for power immediately repeated the captain's order and began to operate the controller in front of him.
"Course correction! Turn 180 degrees...return to Eiland Hill!" The captain continued to give instructions to the helmsman.
"Course correction! Turn 180 degrees! Attitude engine starts!" The helmsman pulled the joystick to let the spacecraft begin to turn its course.
"Gentlemen! Let me tell you some good news. We have been ordered to return to Eiland Hill!" The captain shouted to his crew: "I want to tell you some bad news! The empire has entered a state of mobilization for all-out war!"
"Gentlemen! Here is the opportunity to serve your Majesty! For the empire!" the captain stood up and said proudly.
"Long live my emperor!" The crew members who heard the news also stood up and shouted excitedly along with their captain.
