Dragon Country Embassy.
In a room on the third floor near the corridor, everyone wore a worried expression.
They had been in Yingjiang for almost a week, yet they still hadn't found a compatible aircraft carrier arresting gear.
Sitting at the head of the table was a square-faced middle-aged man.
Slightly overweight, he held a stack of data papers in his left hand, quickly flipping through them, while his right hand moved the mouse, lacking in grace and full of frustration.
"This won't do, the tension isn't enough..."
"This one's no good either, the break strength is too low..."
"This one... was it made from Jing Country's toilets!"
Deputy Ambassador Wang He, seeing Ambassador Zhang Wanyun's distress, couldn't help but offer advice: "Old Zhang, no need to get too worked up."
"I've reviewed all of these, none of them meet our requirements."
