Just as Feng Jun had expected, no matter what kind of society it was, the military was not to be trifled with.
The military was willing to obey orders and halt large-scale production of Life Potions, but what was to be done with the production lines they had already set up?
The military insisted that sealing up the production lines was the most appropriate choice. Should some unforeseen crisis arise, they could unseal them in an emergency to respond—leaving themselves such a fallback was in line with the Federation's planning.
The Federation wanted to take back the production lines, but the military strongly opposed it. They would rather destroy them than hand them over—were they trying to benefit someone by taking the equipment back?
The Federation was troubled by this as well. What had clearly been only a means of restraint had been interpreted by the military as a plundering of military interests by certain power blocs. That made it... difficult to explain clearly.
And it would have been a great pity to destroy such enormous wealth, so the Federation agreed to the military's request.
The Federation government personally witnessed the military seal up the production lines. The military indeed did not restart them afterward; once the lines went into operation, the reaction would have been immense, and there was no way to conceal it. Later, semi-finished product production lines appeared, and the matter was simply dropped.
At this point, Xuan Gao gave a disdainful smile. "These big shots played balancing games... It's just a pity that such enormous wealth vanished amid all that mutual restraint."
"Internal strife," Feng Jun said with a deeply sympathetic nod. But that was not what truly concerned him. "So, according to you, the military has quite a few production lines?"
"Not that many. But