Asking for Recommendation Tickets
After a brief, deathly silence, the stifled air found an outlet, and the entire Ancestral Hall's council chamber was instantly filled with a wave of shocked, doubtful voices.
Many of the elders and managers seated below, who had originally been sitting upright and observing the situation with composure, abruptly changed expression. Their gazes darted back and forth, and the sounds of uncontrollable inhalations and low murmurs rose one after another, merging in an instant into a wave of commotion that could not be ignored.
The Tang Family, even counting the forty percent of standard military equipment supply it handled for the Heaven Spirit Legion, plus the scattered civilian orders and workshop commissions it painstakingly maintained, which were not especially prosperous, only managed to keep the total annual revenue of all its businesses fluctuating around the level of "ten million gold coins."
And now, the guaranteed order amount the Chen Clan had thrown out through Xia Ying's mouth, aimed solely at its "civilian goods" category, had already reached ten million.
That meant the trade volume carried by this single contract from the other party almost directly equaled ninety percent of the Mystic Yellow Tang Family's current total revenue.
What made people's breathing hitch even more was that the "ten million" Xia Ying mentioned was a clear guaranteed baseline written into the contract.
To the Mystic Yellow Tang Family, this was far more than a simple increase in orders—its scale was practically forcing all of the Tang Family's existing forging capacity to somehow double its output on top of military supply and civilian demand before they could take it on.
Even though everyone present was part of the Tang Family's core, concrete questions could not help but flash through their minds in an instant:
The family's workshops,