Resolving the Predicament

The atmosphere in the conference room gradually became oppressive.

Everyone lowered their heads, brows tightly furrowed, clearly troubled by the Navy's future financial problems.

In the past, the Navy had relied on the World Government's vast financial support and had hardly needed to consider such matters.

But now, faced with empty financial ledgers, everyone felt uneasy.

"We can't keep waiting."

An elderly Navy vice admiral spoke in a low voice, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.

"If we don't solve the funding problem, we won't be able to maintain our combat strength.

This concerns not only the replacement and upgrading of warships, but the operation of our entire system. Even basic military rations could become a problem."

Just as everyone fell silent and discussed how to find a source of funding, the conference room doors were suddenly pushed open. A young staff officer hurried in, his face carrying a trace of excitement.

Even before he spoke, everyone had already sensed that something was unusual about him, and the burdens weighing on their hearts seemed to ease at once.

"Report!"

He straightened his back, his tone hurried yet full of anticipation.

"I've just received important news regarding funding."

Everyone's attention immediately turned toward him, and the anxious atmosphere was swiftly replaced by a fresh surge of hope.

Without even waiting to be questioned, the young staff officer eagerly continued.

"The Neo Marines can provide us with part of our military budget, and the Navy only needs to pay a very small price.

After negotiations, both sides have already reached an agreement."

"What?"

A Navy commander raised his head in surprise.

"The Neo Marines are willing to provide us with military funding?

What do they want in return?"

The staff officer nodded and took a deep breath, his expression carrying a