Ant Army Group.
Every department continued performing its duties, like parts of a massive, orderly machine.
The atmosphere in the headquarters conference room was solemn and heavy.
A holographic display hovering above the center of the conference table showed news of America's successful Controlled Nuclear Fusion Technology test.
Zhao Min looked as relaxed as ever, a faint smile on her lips, like the friendly older sister next door.
Before her, Li Lingfeng, Julie, Yang Mingzhe, Zhang Yi, Lao Luo, Li Ruoxi, Wang Hai, Zhong Lei, and the others had gathered, sitting upright and composed. They were all senior executives overseeing Ant Army Group's materials, energy, machinery, and infrastructure divisions.
Any one of them, viewed on a global scale, was now a major figure capable of commanding a region. Yet at this conference table, none dared to be careless. Every one of them was meticulous, calm, and steady—the uniform impression Ant Army's upper management gave the outside world.
Chen Mo spent most of his time conducting research and experiments, leaving the company's affairs, large and small, to Zhao Min.
Zhao Min's calm yet forceful style had influenced nearly the entire management structure, shaping Ant Army Group's composed and steady executive culture. Most of those present, including Yang Mingzhe, had been promoted by Zhao Min. Even Wang Hai and Zhong Lei, who came from military backgrounds and had been elevated by Chen Mo, did not dare question any of Zhao Min's orders.
The company's latest product launches had only just concluded, and now another major move was about to begin.
Everyone present looked expectant.
"Just now, word came down from above. Controlled Nuclear Fusion Power Stations are now permitted for export."
Buzz!
A stir broke out in the conference room, and the executives were overjoyed. They all knew what it meant for