Orders worth hundreds of millions, even over a billion, gave Mr. Truman an indescribable feeling.
The value of these orders was simply too great.
So great that sometimes he felt they were unreal!
The officer stood there in silence. This was not something someone of his rank could comment on.
Whether it was the president, Lin Qi, or the military, he was just a minor figure.
The officer's silence did not make Mr. Truman dissatisfied. He had often remained silent in the past and knew very well that silence did not necessarily mean he truly had nothing to say. Sometimes, it meant he could not speak.
At the same time, he understood why they had placed the orders with Lin Qi.
It was because the other Military Industrial Groups were clearly behind Lin Qi's Flight Research Institute in certain technologies, with no chance of catching up.
It might seem that the Flight Research Institute had recently been licensing the production of first-generation fighter jets to foreign parties and selling quite a few production lines.
But compared with the true second-generation aircraft they were producing, those licensed fighters were far inferior in specifications. Even Blackstone Aviation's competitors still posed no danger to them.
They had all voluntarily avoided Blackstone Aviation's core fields, which alone showed how terrifying Blackstone Aviation's dominance in those areas was.
Mr. Truman handed back the signed contract. "That should do it, right?"
The officer breathed a sigh of relief. After taking the documents and looking them over, he nodded. "Yes, Mr. President."
"If there's nothing else..."
Mr. Truman gave a slight nod. The officer left the room and closed the door behind him, and the office returned to silence.
But his heart could not settle down.
So many orders, the ever-expanding Blackstone Group, and the fact that