392: The commander gave the order: "Let's do it, even if it's 73!"

The Capital, Meeting Room.

When He Yongping appeared on the virtual screen, everyone's gaze instantly focused on him.

More than two hours had passed since He Yongping left.

For these generals, to whom every day felt like a year, every minute and every second was a form of torture.

"How did it go, Old He?" The hot-tempered Zhao Chengze was the first to stand up, asking urgently.

"That kid surnamed Mo, did he agree?"

He Yongping didn't answer immediately. He picked up the tea on the table, which had already gone cold, and gulped it down in one breath before letting out a long sigh.

"Sit down and talk, sit down and talk." The Chief Executive raised his hand, his voice somewhat raspy.

He Yongping nodded and recounted his experience in Mo Yan's box in full detail, exactly as it had happened.

From Mo Yan's mockery upon hearing the word 'amnesty,' to the conditions he set that sounded rebellious to the generals, to that final, bone-chilling killing intent.

When he finished, everyone was stunned by Mo Yan's boundless arrogance and his terrifying strength.

"Outrageous! Who does he think he is? An emperor?!" Zhao Chengze was trembling with rage, slapping the table so hard the teacups buzzed.

"Offering him amnesty is giving him face! He actually dared to threaten you! And he wants seventy percent of the profits? Why doesn't he just go and rob someone!"

"Old Zhao, keep your voice down!" a general pulled at him. "He is robbing us, can't you see?"

"He..." Zhao Chengze was choked up, unable to speak.

Yes, he was openly robbing them, but what could they do?

They couldn't win in a fight, and cursing was useless. Other than accepting, what else could they do?

"I said long ago, we can't pin our hopes on one person!"

"This is an ungrateful wolf that can't be tamed. Today he wants seventy percent; tomorrow, will he want the entire Dragon Country?" Zhao Chengze continued to roar in frustration.

"Enough!" the Chief Executive barked in a low voice.

Although Zhao Chengze's face was full of resentment, he still sat back down sullenly.

The Chief Executive looked around at everyone and spoke slowly: "Let's hear it. What are your views?"

For a moment, no one spoke.

The condition of a 70-30 split was simply too harsh.

It meant that the Dragon Country officials would work hard to organize manpower and resources, only to end up with thirty percent of the profits, while the lion's share was taken entirely by Mo Yan alone.

To these people who were used to being in control of everything, this was unacceptable.

But... what were the consequences of not accepting?

In ten days, those high-risk dungeons across the country would erupt simultaneously. The nation would no longer be a nation, and the people would suffer.

At that time, forget thirty percent, they wouldn't even get ten percent. Everything would vanish into nothingness.

This was an incredibly simple multiple-choice question, yet it was an incredibly difficult decision to make.

"I... I think it's acceptable." A refined-looking Logistics Department general wearing glasses hesitated for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

"As long as the green mountains remain, one need not worry about firewood. Our most critical task now is to survive."

"As long as the country is still here and the people are still here, we can always earn back some lost resources later."

His words earned nods of agreement from some people.

"I object!" Zhao Chengze jumped out again. "This is a matter of principle. We cannot set this precedent!"

"This is using national resources to feed an uncontrollable warlord. The future trouble will be endless!"

"Old Zhao, you make it sound so easy. Then tell me, what are you going to use to fill that Lv6 Frost Giant Fortress?"

"Are you going to use the lives of the soldiers under your command to fill it?" He Yongping also flared up, retorting directly.

"I..." Zhao Chengze was once again speechless.

Seeing that the meeting room was about to turn into a marketplace again, the Chief Executive tapped the table heavily with his finger.

"Silence."

All the arguing stopped abruptly.

The Chief Executive didn't look at anyone. His gaze fell on the holographic projection in the center of the meeting room.

Displayed on it was Mo Yan's information and the astonishing battle record of Cangming City.

After a long while, he finally spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue, but more so a kind of unquestionable resolve.

"I agree to Mr. Mo Yan's conditions."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.

"Chief Executive, please reconsider!" Zhao Chengze and the others hastily advised.

"My mind is made up." The Chief Executive waved his hand, cutting them off.

"I understand everything you've said. Drinking poison to quench thirst, raising a tiger to cause trouble—I understand these principles better than you do."

"But," his tone shifted, and his eyes became sharp.

"Right now, we don't even have poison left to drink. What 'later' is there to talk about?"

"If he wants seventy percent, give him seventy percent."

"If he wants the first-clear rewards, give him the first-clear rewards."

"If he wants us to provide logistics, we will provide him with the best logistics!"

"Doesn't he want influence? We'll help him build momentum! We'll build him up as the Guardian God of Dragon Country, the Savior of the entire world!"

"Doesn't he want to be the rule? Then we will play by his rules!"

The Chief Executive stood up, hands propped on the table, leaning forward slightly. A powerful aura enveloped the entire meeting room.

"Politics is the art of compromise. But sometimes, it's also a grand gamble."

"Right now, I'm betting that Mo Yan's roots are in Dragon Country."

"I'm betting that no matter how strong or arrogant he is, he won't truly watch this land that birthed and raised him be destroyed."

"As long as he steps up to save Dragon Country, he is Dragon Country's hero."

"His achievements are Dragon Country's achievements."

"No matter how strong he is, he is still just a powerful individual with special authority under our Dragon Country system."

"He cannot shake off this title of righteousness!"

"The amnesty failed, but our goal has not changed."

"He is still a person of Dragon Country, the Holy Lord of Dragon Country!"

"He Yongping!"

"Here!" He Yongping immediately stood up.

"Go immediately and draft a cooperation agreement of the highest specification. Include all the conditions Mr. Mo Yan proposed!"

"In addition, notify all major military regions across the country to compile detailed information on all dungeons within their jurisdictions that cannot be resolved."

"Include dungeon types, monster information, spatial decay speed, and so on. The more detailed, the better!"

"Once the compilation is complete, hand it over to Mr. Mo Yan at the first possible moment!"

"Yes!" He Yongping's voice was loud and powerful.

Zhao Chengze and the others had nothing more to say at this point.

They had to admit that the Chief Executive's vision and boldness were far beyond theirs.

This was no longer a simple request for help, but a higher-level political game of 'retreating in order to advance.'

Using massive benefits to satisfy Mo Yan's appetite.

Using the name of righteousness to bind his actions.

This might truly be the only, and best, way to break the current deadlock.

"Go and do it." The Chief Executive waved his hand and sat back down, his face full of exhaustion.

He looked at the dark night sky outside the window and murmured to himself, "This era has changed after all..."