103: Stormy weather

The Japan Chicken Country, which was doing quite well.

Major official media outlets were all reporting news about Numerical Control Machine Tools.

Unlike the other two countries, this news immediately caused considerable panic among the Japan Chicken Country's citizens.

"Oh my god! This country has become strong again!!!"

"This behemoth is slowly rising. We are an island nation, and so close to them. What if they seek revenge? Will our Godfather Eagle Country be able to support us in time?"

"This is too incredible, isn't it? First mushroom bombs, then intercontinental ballistic missiles, and now they've even developed Numerical Control Machine Tools with 0.001mm precision. Doesn't this mean their strength is about to reach new heights?"

"Given this country's usual behavior, once they announce this machine tool, it means they already have an even more powerful one!"

"When did the Rabbit Country's strength become so formidable? This precision, even if we Japanese people are given another ten years, it would be impossible to achieve!"

For a time, envy, apprehension, panic, and dread... all sorts of emotions appeared in the hearts of the citizens of this country.

At the same time, the Japan Chicken Minister of Defense was in the Prime Minister's office, and the two were discussing in secret.

"Mr. Matsuda, what is the probability of this news from the Rabbit Country being true?"

When asked by the Prime Minister, the Minister of Defense pondered for a moment before answering:

"Prime Minister, whether this matter is true or false, we must believe it could be true, not that it could be false!

Moreover, this matter has exploded across the entire Rabbit Country, and the officials have not refuted it.

I'm afraid... it is very likely to be true."

"A machine tool with 0.001mm precision means that the precision of their missiles has become even more accurate."

The Prime Minister's gaze was deep, and then he suddenly asked, "What is the precision of our country's machine tools?"

"This..."

The Minister of Defense hesitated, wondering whether to tell the truth.

"Just say it without reservation."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of Defense sighed deeply, his face full of shame:

"To be honest, Prime Minister, our country's machine tools still have a precision of less than 0.005mm."

"0.005mm? How big is the gap between them?"

The Prime Minister asked again.

Seeing that the conversation had reached this point, the Minister of Defense no longer hesitated and said:

"Prime Minister, although 0.001 and 0.005 sound like the gap is not large, in reality, it's like the distance between heaven and earth, very far.

Even if we develop for another ten years, we cannot achieve this precision.

A machine tool of this precision means that the Rabbit Country can manufacture more precise equipment.

The performance of existing equipment will also be optimized, becoming even better to use."

Upon hearing this, a strange light flickered in the Prime Minister's eyes.

He slowly walked to the wall, looking at a large map of the Rabbit Country hanging on it, his eyes filled with greed:

"This enemy has become stronger again.

How long has it been since their founding?

First mushroom bombs, then hydrogen bombs, and now they have developed such high-precision machine tools.

This is truly a land of outstanding people and abundant resources!

If that war had been won, all of this should have been our empire's!"

After a while, he composed himself and looked at the Minister of Defense with a serious expression: "Mr. Matsuda, I have an important task for you now."

"Please speak, Prime Minister!"

The Minister of Defense bowed ninety degrees, his tone full of respect.

The Prime Minister slowly said, "Bring back the secret of the machine tool's precision!"

The Minister of Defense's eyes narrowed, filled with fanaticism, and he nodded heavily: "Heh (Yes)!"

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German Country.

Smotan Industries, the world's largest Numerical Control Machine Tool export factory.

Because of the high precision and excellent performance of its Numerical Control Machine Tools, it is sought after by many enterprises worldwide.

At this moment, a foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes was sitting in the office chair, looking bored.

He was Schmidt, the Chairman of Smotan Industries.

At this moment, he kept glancing at the expensive watch on his wrist.

After a while, Schmidt looked at the hands of his watch again; the second hand was constantly ticking, and another ten minutes had passed.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown:

"Didn't the people from the Rabbit side say they were coming to negotiate today?

Why is there still no news?

Are our demands too harsh?

The program restrictions are not something we can decide.

Those important figures cannot allow a complete machine tool to flow into the Rabbit Country.

But that's no reason for them to stand us up!"

Five days ago, people from the Rabbit Country came to their company to discuss business, wanting to order Numerical Control Machine Tools.

Their company received an order from the local government: selling machine tools was fine, but the machine tool's program had to be restricted.

The people from the Rabbit side were very angry upon hearing this and protested.

However, the protest was ultimately ineffective.

Their company firmly implemented this order from the government.

When the discussion reached this point, the people from the Rabbit Country said they would go back to discuss and return in five days.

And today was the fifth day.

Seeing that the other party was late and didn't even call, Schmidt couldn't help but get a little angry.

Just then, the office phone rang.

Ding-a-ling-ling...

After deliberately waiting for a while, Schmidt finally answered the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Xu, I'm sorry, I was busy handling things just now and couldn't answer the phone in time, making you wait."

Actually, he wasn't busy; he was just doing it on purpose to vent his dissatisfaction.

He wasn't afraid that the other party would guess his intention.

Even if they guessed, what could they do?

He was certain the other party wouldn't dare to turn hostile.

Now he was the butcher, and the people of the Rabbit Country were the fish on the chopping block, entirely at his mercy, weren't they?

In such a situation, even if the other party suffered a silent loss, they could only swallow it!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Schmidt, after our discussion, we have decided not to purchase machine tools from your company."

Listening to the voice coming from the phone, Schmidt's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he was completely stunned.

At this moment, he was still wondering if he had heard wrong.

The people of the Rabbit Country actually dared to break the contract?

"You..."

He was about to say something when he heard the voice on the phone again:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Schmidt, let's part ways here!"

Hearing this, Schmidt's anger flared up instantly.

He had waited in the office for so long, only to receive a 'let's part ways here'?

Wasn't this treating him like a toy?

How dared the other party?

Didn't they know the consequences of enraging him?

They didn't want to buy machine tools, did they?

Thinking of this, he wanted to threaten them: "You actually..."

Mid-sentence, his open mouth stopped, because the phone was already emitting a beeping sound.

The call had ended.

And it was the people of the Rabbit Country who had actively hung up the phone!

"Damn it!

These people actually dared to treat me like this!

As long as they are from the Rabbit Country, they will never be able to buy Numerical Control Machine Tools from me again!"

Schmidt roared, his rage surging, and he forcefully threw his phone to the ground.

Splat!

The phone hit the ground heavily, immediately bounced away, rolled twice, and then stopped on the floor.

The scene of parts flying apart did not occur.

This made Schmidt feel very uncomfortable.

Looking at the intact phone, he cursed again: "Damn it! This cursed Lokia!"

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