The Real Daughter Just Wants to Pilot Mechas - Chapter 175

In the following days, the Federation enjoyed a rare moment of calm. After the corrupt former president was removed from power, a new president took office, someone whose approach was completely different.

On his first day, coordinating with the research institute, he issued a sweeping order to abolish the monopoly on mecha knowledge, opening up access to the manufacturing methods for A-grade and above mechas. He launched wide-ranging public welfare projects, relocating Border Star System’s residents affected by industrial pollution to the Central Star System and providing them with subsidies.

He also signed agreements with multiple companies to increase the employment of human workers and improve social welfare. Governance transparency was aggressively promoted under the slogan of a ‘Sunshine Government.’ The classification levels on many previously restricted documents were downgraded and information once hidden from the public was gradually revealed.

The public soon realized that yes, the war situation was serious, but nowhere near as dire as they had believed. And also—

The former president and the Jiang family were truly monsters! They poisoned entire populations and then turned around to sell the antidote at exorbitant prices? That was blatant exploitation of labor!

The revelation broke out during the Jiang family’s trial. The information was first released right at the courthouse. The presiding judge, the jury, and online/offline viewers all erupted. The Jiang family was sentenced to immediate execution. Many of the factory workers attending the trial flipped tables and started swinging punches when they heard the full truth. The court guards tried symbolically to stop them… and gave up, casually looking skyward.

Elsewhere, watching the livestream, Jiang Momo, Yan Chang, E Mingjun, Ling Yelin, Wu Yue, and the newly appointed president sat around a campfire roasting lamb.

While the others were cheering on the ‘Martial God’ presiding over the court, Jiang Momo alone ignored the screen, calmly rotating the spit over the flames. “It’s done. You can eat now.” Jiang Momo tore off a strip of meat to taste and then slid the whole roast onto a plate.

The new president was the first to respond. Upon hearing her speak, he immediately returned his gaze and cheerfully grabbed utensils to start portioning the meat.

“We can serve ourselves.” Yan Chang waved him off.

“I washed my hands just now,” the President said, pausing. He glanced around at the group. When he saw Jiang Momo stretch out a hand, he smiled broadly and handed over a lamb leg without hesitation.

For the past month or so, he’d been in an extremely good mood. Truthfully, he hadn’t exactly come to power through solid credentials. Even with Yan Chang’s full support and his rivals backstabbing each other to his benefit, his initial advantage was few and largely came from the Border Star System. The people in the Central Star System didn’t recognize him much.

But ever since Yan Chang introduced him to the group, his popularity had surged. He didn’t have many other strengths but he knew how to read people and follow instructions. It was clear to him that while Yan Chang had the most official power, Ling Yelin had the largest commercial empire, and the other guy seemed absurdly capable in his own right, the true leader of the team was Jiang Momo.

As Jiang Momo stuffed and chewed a mouthful of meat, she felt an intense gaze on her and looked up. “What’s wrong?” she questioned, swallowing her bite.

“Want some juice?” the President offered, pushing her drink over.

Yan Chang shot the President a warning glance.

Jiang Momo took the cup and sipped it under the President’s watchful eyes. “How’s the military holding up recently?” she asked.

“With the new nutrient solutions, combat time and efficiency have improved significantly,” the President replied thoughtfully. “But there’s a problem, the number of alien beasts isn’t right. It’s been over thirty days and they just keep coming without end. And…”

“And the proportion of energy-type alien beasts is increasing?” Jiang Momo asked.

“Exactly!” The President nodded. “The military has had to reactivate the S-grade mechas. Combined with our new formula nutrient solutions, they can barely hold back the energy-type beasts. After all, S-grade mechas perform far better than B-grade. But the issue is the Military Research Institute purged a huge number of mecha manufacturers. Now we’re running low on people who can build or maintain S-grade mechas. At this rate, we’ll run out.”

“I’ve thought about that too.” Jiang Momo pinched the bridge of her nose. “Back when I was teaching, I trained a group of students. I contacted them recently. They can all make S-grade mechas.”

The President paused, glancing around at the silent group before deciding to ask himself,
“But from what I know, a class has only about fifty students. How many of these students are we talking about?”

Jiang Momo: “Ten.”

Those who chose to graduate early didn’t learn how to construct S-grade mecha.

“You should know, even though only a small portion of the military currently uses S-grade mecha, the total number required is still enormous,” the President said, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Jiang Momo nodded. “True. But what you may not know is that my students are more qualified as teachers than I am. They teach others far faster than I ever could.”

“Then realistically, how many people will be able to learn to maintain S-grade mecha in the short term?” The President sounded skeptical.

He had never heard of mecha manufacturers being trained quickly. It was probably better to find another way to boost his approval ratings.

Jiang Momo paused for a moment. “All mecha manufacturers registered at B-grade or above.”

At that, it wasn’t the President but Yan Chang who reacted first. “That’s insane! How is that even possible?!”

“Shi Qin already made a name for himself thanks to previous events, so everyone in the Federation’s mecha manufacturing industry knows he can build S-grade mecha. Then there’s Xiang Jiuming, who you’ve jokingly called the ‘success guru’ with his silver tongue. Add to that the trust we built during the military’s previous bulk acquisition of legendary mechas and the optimal assembly-line process of a ten-person team devised for mecha manufacturing…

“During this time, we’ve already trained nearly a thousand manufacturing and repairing teams. When works properly, their efficiency should be higher than the entire research institute’s output used to be.” Jiang Momo smiled. “After all, they’re paid based on output, not fixed wages. That kind of motivation makes a difference.”