"Qin, although I don't know why they need so many materials, I really don't have much in stock. How about this, I'll allocate 500 tons from the quota we use internally for you. Really can't do more than that."
"What about the next batch? When is it expected?"
Hearing this, Mo Jingchun touched his nose. He didn't believe that Qin Yuzhu didn't know about the production capacity of the new materials. With such a large production base sitting there, even if you can't figure out the exact capacity, you can definitely estimate a rough range.
"Ahem, Qin, could you be my dear sister? With my production capacity, producing 10 tons a day is already quite good."
"Can you allocate half of that every day?"
Listening to Qin Yuzhu's earnest tone, Mo Jingchun hesitated.
"Qin, they're not suddenly mass-producing spacecraft, are they? Otherwise, I really can't think of where so many new materials would be needed."
"I don't know."
Mo Jingchun knew that this would be the answer.
