Li Zhengyang casually pulled out a chair beside the long table and dropped into it.
He tapped his tactical wristband twice, and a projected screen covered the report Chen Xiu had pushed forward.
"The Grand Elder is good at accounting, but his intelligence updates are too slow."
Li Zhengyang raised a hand and swiped downward through the air.
The first section of the screen suddenly unfolded, displaying a holographic model of an enormous warship.
"Judgment, the International Martial Warriors Alliance's special-grade strategic warship."
"The underlying firewall has been completely dismantled. It is now directly linked to Great Xia's highest-level defense network, and all commands have been translated into Chinese."
"Also, I packaged up the warship's 3,700 pages of core structural blueprints, its power-engine furnace algorithms, and its main cannon's super-energy-gathering matrix, then sent everything to the Military Industry Bureau."
Li Zhengyang tapped the tabletop with a bent finger.
"Those old men at the Military Industry Bureau should be working overtime now. If they copy the blueprints, Great Xia will be able to build its own special-grade carrier within half a year."
On the right side of the long table, Zhong Shanli grinned and slapped his thigh hard.
"I've personally ridden that wreck before. One shot can split open half the Eastern Sea, and its defensive shield can withstand a barrage of Skyfall Missiles!"
Chen Xiu adjusted the glasses on his nose, leaned forward, and pointed at the warship's specifications on the screen.
"The warship is good, but the energy consumed every time it starts up is more than the national treasury can afford."
"Who said you had to use the national treasury's energy?"
Li Zhengyang swiped the screen and brought up a second personnel list.
Two three-dimensional portraits appeared.
Andrew was on the left, Ivan on the right.
"Ivan, commander