"... That's roughly the situation."
After finishing, Li Mingbo waited two seconds before sitting down to start devouring the meal in front of him.
No one picked up the conversation. The senior staff seated around the table all looked at Bai Zhizhan, their expressions indicating they had no intention of offering their ideas before the commander spoke.
This was the Third Aviation Mixed Fleet, not the First Aviation Mixed Fleet that Bai Zhizhan had personally brought up.
Having a Zhou Yongtao was already quite impressive. Expecting all staff to be as bold in expressing their opinions as Zhou was obviously unrealistic.
In keeping with a habit cultivated over a decade, Bai Zhizhan assembled the personnel during dinner time.
