At that moment, under Wenren Sheng's watchful gaze, a turning point appeared for Zhang Meng.
The reason was simple.
A major financier had approached Zhang Meng's company.
They wanted to see a new kind of grand naval battle and had paid the company a huge sum for it.
That was perfectly normal. People had grown tired of ordinary war movies, so naval war films were rising in popularity.
But truly outstanding, massively popular naval war films were still rare.
Mainly because many people could not understand them. Naval warfare was all about one-on-one duels.
It was not hot-blooded enough—just big ships beating up small ships, more guns bullying fewer guns.
In modern warfare, it became carrier duels, where aircraft performance determined air superiority.
That required Zhang Meng to take charge.
Ellie, on the other hand, was simply incapable of handling such a complex military mission.
With no other choice, Ellie propped up her husband and had him sit before the computer, remotely commanding the fleet forward.
"This mission is an Escort Mission. The enemy has three to five submarines."
"You have a merchant convoy of fifteen cargo ships, ranging from ten thousand to fifty thousand tons. They are enormously valuable."
"There are also three Troop Transports, each carrying three thousand people."
"You have seven destroyers available for escort. The destroyers also have a seaplane that can be used for reconnaissance and anti-submarine operations."
Just seeing those numbers made Ellie dizzy.
She also found it hard to make decisions. She had no idea how to carry out an Escort Mission.
Yet this time, Zhang Meng had to take responsibility.
It could not be delegated to his subordinates.
So that day, Zhang Meng was given a little less medicine.
Yes, because Zhang Meng had a Super Constitution, Ellie had discovered that as