In the small conference room, Yu Xiaogang slammed his wooden staff down heavily. His gaze fell on Oscar, and his tone brooked no argument. "Oscar, I need you to make twenty thousand Flying Mushroom Sausages. This concerns the success or failure of our future aerial operations. You must finish them as quickly as possible."
"What?!" Oscar sprang from his chair in shock, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg. He dug at his ears, his face full of disbelief. "Master, did I hear that right? Twenty thousand? Do you know how much Soul Power and effort it takes to make just one Flying Mushroom Sausage?"
"I know this is an enormous challenge for you." Yu Xiaogang nodded, his tone softening somewhat. "But how long do you estimate it will take?"
Ning Rongrong immediately took Oscar's hand and added on his behalf, "Making Flying Mushroom Sausages is already exhausting, but with the support of my Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, Oscar can reliably make at most fifteen hundred a day. Adding the two thousand we already have in reserve, to reach twenty thousand..." She paused and calculated quickly. "It will take at least ten days!"
"Ten days?" The moment Ning Rongrong finished speaking, she frowned tightly herself. Tugging on Oscar's sleeve, she whispered, "Are you crazy? Ten straight days of high-intensity crafting will wreck your body!"
Oscar took a deep breath, shook off Ning Rongrong's hand, and looked at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes turning resolute. "Master, ten days! Give me ten days, and I'll definitely gather twenty thousand Flying Mushroom Sausages!"
A flicker of approval passed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes, and he nodded firmly. "Good! You'll have ten days. Starting immediately, the empty tent beside the main command tent will serve as your temporary crafting room. Have Marshal Ge Long