Everyone had not expected that, two gatherings in a row, would both turn into something beyond their imagination.
The first one was single-handedly dominated by Zhao Guang alone, making everyone recognize what it means to be a "god of liquor."
As a result, the second gathering today turned into a professional academic discussion. Only two were discussing academic matters, and everyone else could only watch in consternation, unable to get a word in.
Helpless, they merely listened to a bit and realized how important the topic was.
The treasure that could enhance the hit rate of the fire control system was a critical national weapon.
Now they dared not chatter carelessly, even their discussion volume had significantly decreased.
If it had been just Zhao Guang talking, they might have thought he was boasting. But Meng Liang and others knew him well; Zhao Guang was absolutely not the type to bluff. He was serious and realistic.
