Lynch and the lieutenant general had just sat down in a discreet private club.
The others had already returned to the hotel at the Flight Research Institute to rest, but the lieutenant general had left alone with Lynch.
To get the Western Military Region on their side, cooperation on military projects alone was not enough.
What could facilitate this cooperation was not as simple as the Missile Force.
On the surface, the concept of the Missile Force seemed to play a major role, but in reality, it was still Slem's three hundred million in additional military subsidies every year.
Three hundred million—that was the real reason these generals would agree to cooperate.
After all, who could refuse an extra three hundred million?
Even if the money ultimately entered the military's accounts and its use was subject to oversight, having three hundred million more in the budget for no reason meant that even the stupidest person could find a way to turn part of this money that did not belong to them into money that did.
Why did the rich grow richer and richer? Because some clever people who were content with drinking soup were willing to help the rich set up pots and fires, hunt down meat for them, and cook it so they could eat it.
And all these clever people needed was a mouthful of thick meat soup. That was all.
This also confused many people. If these clever people were so capable, why did they not eat the meat themselves and instead only want to drink the soup?
They worked hard for a year, yet the people behind the scenes took most of their earnings, leaving them with only a small portion. Wasn't that foolish? In reality, these people were the truly clever ones, because without those