Chapter 356： The direction of the blade (congratulations to the new elder 1006 wolf boy!) (1/2)
(Thanks to the book friend 1006 Wolf Boy for the 20000 starting coin reward and promotion to the elder. I would like to congratulate you with this chapter.)
Lieutenant General Ye frowned, bowed his head, and stroked the stubble, like a male lion hiding in the grass and squinting his prey.
The atmosphere was suddenly heavy and suffocating.
No, no, no, here comes it?
The hand of the moustache of the occurrence committee placed under the table could not help but clenched his fist. Compared to everyone present, he could only be regarded as a civil servant, and his combat power was completely negligible.
The quiet drop of needles in the air is audible, and the strings in Mustache's heart are tight, and even the sound of subconsciously swallowing saliva in his throat is so loud and ear-piercing.
”Gudong!”
It is comparable to thunder.
”...”
Lieutenant General Ye meditated, and after a full second, he raised his head and said,
”Okay, the garrison, agreed.”
Waiting to see the good-looking and lively old dean and old Hu almost grabbed a lot of beard.
What, he agreed.....
You surnamed Ye, so stupid that you just agreed to this kind of self-determination? !
It doesn't matter if you agree, what the **** our scientific research institute will do, our scientific research institute has to be torn off even the last bit of skin, and the three major institutions that were originally flush are so easy to disappear?
You group of GRs must have passed the anger in advance, and want to play our research institute as fools?
”The Research Institute rejected it unanimously!”
”Oh.”
General Ye returned a word somehow,
And Mo Hongniang simply took out the small mirror and put on the makeup extremely elegantly, the red lips reflected a bright and extremely bright color on the mirror surface.
”Then it's settled?”
”The cost of the garrison will be borne by the production commission for one third... this year's tax revenue will surely be three times that of the garrison control. If it is insufficient, the production commission will find a way to fill the gap.”
The old dean was so angry that his beard shivered, and pointed at Mo Hongniang and General Ye.
”You, you, are embarrassed! A nest of snakes and rats!”
”Mayor Sikong, I want you to comment on this reason!”
Lin Chou was taken aback, Sagong... the mayor?
Mingguang has the post of mayor since then?
Sikong Yu reluctantly put down the brine peanuts,
”I agree with the proposal of the Defense Army and the Development Committee with my hands and feet.”
The old dean covered his chest with his hands, and he was about to have a heart attack.
”Ah, I haven't finished talking yet, but the establishment of the scientific research institute must not be cancelled.”
The old dean was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when Lao Hu stepped on his foot, and it hurt him so much.
”That's not okay, absolutely not! Research institutes have to govern management, and...”
Management power, bah, the research institute can't wait to throw that thing behind the hill.
The scientific research institute can't even toss about what it wants. How can there be any carelessness in it, and it's not beautiful to save the manpower and send it to collect research materials?
But, no, once this authority is lost, then one-third of the tax distribution of the base city will be lost?
How do outsiders know how poor the research institute is!
The research institute is too poor to be the cheapest, and the beakers and test tubes for experiments can only be cleaned and reused. Damn it, do you know that there will be a 0.000125% more chance of reaction failure?
The research institute is so poor that it can only rely on the deduction of wages and extortion commissions and the garrison to sustain its normal operation.
Does this still make sense? what? !
The research institute is miserable, too miserable.
”We are already so miserable, do you want to deprive us of our only income?” The one-hundred-year-old dean wailed loudly with snot and tears.
This kind of scene, tut.
General Ye frowned and ate and drank his own food, but his eyes floated in the direction of Shanwei from time to time:
Here, this is what you are good at, come here.