Well, it had to be admitted: even though everyone had worked their way up from being the contractor, people's joys and sorrows were ultimately different. Yu Lian had never been a considerate, model contractor. In fact, on January 4, less than two hours after the Polaris Design Bureau sent over its preliminary proposal, a long list of more than a hundred revision requests went straight back to them.
At the very end of their revision list, they also added this little note: "Your proposal is very imaginative and creative, but it also contains so many oversights that it has truly opened our eyes. We will hold our second meeting on the first Monday after the New Year holiday. We hope to have a more mature and well-considered proposal by then. After all, we're not monsters. If you truly can't manage it, there's no need to force yourselves. Our nation does have other plans."
The first Monday? That was only three days away!
Only then did the designers at the Polaris Armory finally understand what it was like to be a true contractor.
After all, they were one of the top military-industrial design firms in the Alliance, if not the entire galaxy. They might not be on the same T0 tier as Kagal next door or the Empire's Skyfire across the way, but they were certainly near the top of T1.
When doing business with other nations, their clients were always begging them to work as if they were pampering their ancestors. Even if the client cautiously offered the slightest suggestion, speaking in a trembling voice and an apologetic tone, the designers would still lecture them like schoolchildren.
"What do you mud-slinging country bumpkins, you bone-chewing savages, know about military-industrial design? Just build it the way I designed it!"
That was