Skywing Mercenary Group and Skywing Arms Manufacturing Company Expand

The Mika'ang Nation's authorities now refer to Long Fei with deference, calling him "Young Master Long" this and "Young Master Long" that.

Strictly speaking, the Mika'ang Nation is a kingdom, officially known as the Mika'ang Kingdom, ruled by a king.

The King of the Mika'ang Kingdom is named Thales Mika'ang. He is over 70 years old, with silver hair. This isn't due to old age; most royal children of Mika'ang are born with silver hair.

In this era, human lifespans have been extended by technology, surpassing those of the pre-space colonization era.

Without accidents, it's common for people to live past 120 years old. Reaching 150 is now considered the formal start of old age, with the period of youth being significantly longer.

From 20 to 100 years old is considered youth. Anything over 100 is considered middle age.

Therefore, King Thales is still considered young.

King Thales had been sleeping poorly for the past few weeks because his country harbored an exceptionally powerful mercenary group and an arms manufacturing company capable of developing formidable weaponry.

These days, he found himself constantly on edge, unsure if this private mercenary group might turn on his nation and annihilate it.

He recalled the large-scale mercenary groups from the great war over a decade ago, which had been paid by major powers to wipe out smaller nations. He worried that this private armed force, known as the Skywing Mercenary Group, might also be hired by other countries to destroy the Mika'ang Kingdom.

The white-haired Prime Minister Dutran reported on national affairs to him.

"Your Majesty, I know you've been troubled by the Skywing Mercenary Group recently. According to intelligence from the Ministry of Information, the Skywing Mercenary Group has no interest in our country. As long as we don't provoke them, we'll be fine."

"I know, but I simply cannot accept that a private armed organization within my borders is more powerful than my own national army. It truly prevents me from sleeping soundly."

"I have a suggestion, Your Majesty. Would you care to hear it?"

"Go on."

Dutran whispered his plan into the king's ear.

"Will this work?"

"We can try. There's no harm in trying, and no issue if it fails."

Recently, the Skywing Mercenary Group and the Skywing Arms Manufacturing Company had been developing at an astonishing pace, consistently expanding their operations.

The Skywing Mercenary Group now possessed five bases, with two more under construction in two other countries.

The Skywing Arms Manufacturing Company had also established six manufacturing plants. In addition to hiring production workers, Sakchi had also recruited technical staff, engineers, and other related personnel.

The earliest factories and bases were shared. At that time, their scale wasn't very large, but they had since undergone significant expansion. Long Fei had also conducted some experiments in the expanded areas.

For instance, in several specially designed rooms, he experimented with cultivation techniques. The results showed that, given suitable conditions, various fruits and vegetables could be grown. Several other specialized rooms were dedicated to raising chickens, ducks, sheep, cattle, and pigs.

Long Fei's motivation for these experiments stemmed from the old adage, "An army marches on its stomach." With the current expansion, the demand for food was increasing.

If there were an interruption in food supply during imports, it could affect the morale of the mercenaries.

Long Fei believed that while food imports should continue without interruption or reduction, and ideally be increased, domestic cultivation and animal husbandry served as a crucial backup plan.

The food manufacturing company transferred from Zoshan Taro had also significantly expanded its scale. Some of its production lines were now dedicated to supplying the Skywing Mercenary Group with long-shelf-life food items like canned goods and military rations.

Another critical issue was water supply. Long Fei had also successfully experimented with new water generation technology as a contingency, to be used as reserve water.

Naturally, Long Fei had also specifically acquired a mineral water company and expanded its production lines to serve as the Skywing Mercenary Group's source of mineral water.

Long Fei had been extremely busy lately, sometimes sleeping less than six hours a night, with dark circles visible under his eyes.

In the bathroom of his private quarters, Long Fei leaned against the sink, looking at his reflection in the mirror, recalling how different his appearance was in his past life compared to his current one.

In his previous life, he had an ordinary, slightly overweight appearance, wore large-framed glasses, and his hair was messy. Besides his interest in Gundam and science fiction, he had a mild interest in history. If anything else, he was interested in the military, even studying the technical theories behind various types of weaponry. His friends in his past life jokingly called him a "tech otaku" of the military. When he died in an accident and transmigrated to this world, he inexplicably possessed knowledge of the technical theories behind Gundam, science fiction, and so on. Sometimes he wondered if he was blessed by fate, or if fate was simply bored and decided to play a trick on him.

Looking at his current reflection, he saw a face with the features of a gentle scholar, combined with the rugged demeanor of a tough guy. He was reasonably handsome, with a sturdy build. Long Fei also noticed he had lost some weight compared to a few months ago.

If his aunt, Long Huijuan, saw him, she would surely say, "Little Fei Fei, you've lost weight."

Long Fei sighed, got dressed, and went to the mess hall for a meal.

Both factory employees and mercenaries were extremely busy. Although the factory had automated systems like MDs and robotic arms that could work autonomously, many tasks still required manual processing by factory workers.

For example, when certain equipment malfunctioned, it still needed to be repaired by factory employees.

In the mess hall, many mercenaries and a few employees were eating.

The meal options included rice, noodles, bread, steamed buns, dumplings, flatbreads, dozens of meat and vegetable dishes, and seven choices of soup.

There were also yogurt, milk, tea, coffee, juice, and soft drinks.

For dessert, there were fruits, cakes, jellies, and sweet soups.

Both mercenaries and employees could choose their meals freely and eat as much as they wanted, with the caveat that no food should be wasted. Those who wasted food would have their wages deducted.

The cooking was jointly handled by the Skywing Mercenary Group's culinary team and the Skywing Arms Manufacturing Company's catering department.

Long Fei had given instructions that both employees and mercenaries should be provided with ample food, but waste was not permitted.

Long Fei took a bowl of rice, a bowl of egg drop soup, several meat and vegetable dishes, and a cup of coffee.

Yue Yangchun was eating with his sister, Yue Baixue. Yue Baixue was part of the culinary team and was currently on her break, so she was eating with her brother.

Yue Yangchun had already eaten a bowl of rice and a bowl of noodles with several side dishes, but he still felt hungry. He went back to get a few pieces of fried chicken and devoured them.

Yue Baixue frowned slightly as she watched him, advising her brother to watch his diet and not overeat, to avoid getting sick.

"Your brother is still in his growth spurt, so his appetite will naturally be better than usual. Let him eat more."

"Boss, hello."

Yue Yangchun, Yue Baixue, and everyone else at the table greeted Long Fei.

An employee who had finished eating stood up. "Boss, I'm done. Please, have a seat." He collected his bowl, plate, chopsticks, and so on.

Long Fei sat down and began to eat.

Yue Yangchun, while eating fried chicken, said, "Boss, it's the first time I've seen you eat in the mess hall with us."

Quite a few people looked at Yue Yangchun, and he blushed, unsure if he had said something wrong.

"You've been here for over a month. Haven't you seen me eat here before?"

"No, I haven't," Yue Yangchun shook his head.

An older employee said, "I've been working here for over three years. Whatever is served in the mess hall, the boss eats the same dishes as us."

"Oh, I thought the boss would be like those big bosses in the movies, sitting at a high-class table, eating delicacies," Yue Yangchun said innocently.

Yue Baixue reached over and secretly pinched her brother's waist, telling him not to speak carelessly.

"Sis, why are you pinching me?"

Yue Baixue glared at her brother, telling him not to speak carelessly.

"It's fine. I'm not that fussy."

Then, a few more mercenaries, after finishing their meals, said, "Boss, we're off to get back to work."

Long Fei nodded.

"I say, Boss, you've lost weight recently. You should eat more," Li Xiucheng came up to Long Fei's side, accompanied by Pani and Avina.

The three of them sat down at Long Fei's table to eat.