"What are you making that requires so much funding? And ammunition production is already running a surplus. Is there really any need to open two more production lines?"
"I'm begging you, when you apply for funding, could you at least do the math properly yourselves? Every time, you come in asking for the moon, eyes shut as you demand more and more. Why don't you just ask me to approve a hundred million?!"
Inside the Ministry of Finance, Song Jinyu's blood pressure began to rise halfway through reviewing the funding application jointly submitted by the Military Equipment Research Department and the military factory.
The Military Equipment Research Department did not waste words. They simply took him straight to the testing grounds of the Grassland Military District.
When he left, Song Jinyu's head was buzzing. His mind was filled with the sound of gunfire—"rat-tat-tat-tat"—and it was not until he returned to his office, leaned back in his chair, and recovered for quite some time that he finally came around.
In the army's eyes, the "rat-tat-tat-tat" flying from the muzzle of the Hand-Crank Heavy Machine Gun was firepower. But in the eyes of Song Jinyu, the Minister of Finance, every damn thing flying out was money!!
"Ugh—"
But did he have a choice?
Even a Minister of Finance like him, who did not know that much about military equipment and weapons, could see how powerful the Hand-Crank Heavy Machine Gun was. That weapon alone could raise Great Zhou's military strength to an entirely new level!
Although in recent years, Great Zhou's internal fiscal spending had shifted toward development, and even military expenditure had been appropriately reduced, there could be no ambiguity when it came to important military equipment.
After all, he was not an idiot. Without military strength, how could there be