The lieutenant frowned but still answered truthfully

"I'm not sure about the budget plan, but it's estimated to be no less than six million." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The Truth Department: "This afternoon at six, we'll launch an attack on the outskirts of Homacu village where the 105th battalion of the third brigade in Havana, Cuba is stationed, taking out the outer defense line, giving you five hours for consideration; I want 70% of that money, otherwise, no deal."

The lieutenant asked back

"What if you fail? Or if it doesn't meet our expectations, it could severely damage the image of military technology."

In simple terms, it means winning ugly, relying on numbers or friendly support to capture the position, which is not the advertising effect that military technology wants to see.

Advertising is a double-edged sword; the uncontrollability of such live exercises is too great.

But the Truth Department bluntly stated

"There's no business in this world that guarantees profit without risk. If you want to make money, you have to take risks; only the winner takes it all, always."

At this moment, a drone had also airlifted the scented gourmet meal from the dining car at the rear.

In front of the military technology soldiers was a meal called 'Grandma Thinks You're Very Hungry.'

The meal featured a wine-braised tenderloin almost the size of a human head, cheese potatoes in a bowl, creamy mushroom soup, German sausage, crusty baguette... just looking at it whetted one's appetite, and the portion was not to be underestimated.

There really shouldn't be any biological creature with such a huge tenderloin, but synthetic meat can be made as big as you want.

The lieutenant simply couldn't resist, letting those behind him handle these trivial matters; after all, he had no decision-making power.

After receiving an approving look from the Truth Department, he cut off a piece of the large meat and served himself a bowl of rich soup, taking a beautiful bite

And suddenly felt that the most beautiful thing in life might be nothing more than this.

"Oh my..."

He exclaimed in enjoyment

"You must have spent quite a bit on this meal."

In the lieutenant's view, the person before him must at least be a school-level officer; with such a meal, it wouldn't come down to less than two thousand euros per head, which ordinary people simply can't afford.

He was only partially right; for players, they indeed can't afford such a meal every day, but ordering it occasionally to improve one's meal is very satisfying.

But saying it's too expensive to eat, not really

"Not too bad, 200 euros."

The Truth Department wiped its mouth, but in fact, it was 150, the rest was for takeout delivery.

This is the cost of farming plus transportation, manpower, and materials, which is already expensive relative to 2025. Lin Miao rarely considers profitability when serving players; as long as it's not a loss, it's fine.

Without middlemen, the cost is naturally kept to a minimum.

Just like how picking vegetables from the field is tens or hundreds per ton, but in the market, it's a few per pound.

200?

Ten times the expected price, the soldiers, wishing they could stuff their cheeks full of meat, were extremely indignant.

What a poor life they lived before!

On a hover ship, 200 Orokin isn't enough to buy even one dish here.

A meal costing 200 is a bit expensive for military technology grunts, but the portion can definitely be enough for a satisfying meal, shared among a few people to improve their meal!

The past disdain for the Horizon Mercenaries at this moment was left with nothing but full envy. No wonder these guys are willing to put their lives on the line and fight as if they're not afraid of dying.

Eating such food, they'd also be willing!

"Ahem."

The lieutenant swallowed the meat in his mouth and whispered to the Truth Department

"I like your personality, how about this, if you need weapons, I have some connections in the company's logistics department, but..."

He looked at the food on the table, with a 'you know' expression

This was the channel for making connections, and the Truth Department immediately replied

"No problem, I'll cover it, one meal a day, but the problem is your side's location is a bit far from us..."

The hover ship is tens of kilometers away from the shore, and it's in the sky; players can't get over there.

But moving a hovercar is still within the lieutenant's authority; patrolling the shore for a few minutes, is it any big deal?

"You know, the company also hopes to get accurate military intelligence from you; coming for exchanges daily would help bring our sides closer."

"No matter what the company says, I'm definitely making friends with you, hoping our friendship shines like a diamond."

The captain was very satisfied with this transaction, don't look at it as just one meal a day

He can use these meals as an excuse to invite superiors or other departments for lunch, naturally benefiting his future promotion channels.

If worst comes to worst, he can sell them off for a few thousand bucks on the side.

And the Truth Department was even more satisfied, one meal a day, for about six thousand a month, opening the backdoor to military technology to steal chickens, which is simply too lucrative.

In the 1970s, high-ranking children of SHZY countries tried everything to use power just to enjoy the corrupt life of ZBZY, drink some Coke, watch some TV, but under the high-pressure economy of ZBZY now, it turned around, and it's the latter who envied the former.

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In cyberspace, the command center formed by players was in a hectic bustle.

Because the war hadn't developed as they anticipated, even though nearly two thousand players had already landed in Cuba and transported a large amount of military hardware, with air force support provided by military technology, the advancement speed was still slow.

Those Cuban forces' stubborn resistance firmly locked them in the area from Hocuma to Lagua.

The opponent's artillery density, attack precision, and the deterrent power of armored units all far exceeded expectations, and this was even without entering the marsh area. Once on the plains, they'd have to face heavy armor directly; wouldn't it be even worse then?