I'm the dog, the prime minister of this country.

A year ago, the neighboring country gained fame for successfully launching a rocket.

It has become a great power from many countries.

Rockets? That's a terrible thing.

A kind of steel and iron cylinder, the cost ranges from hundreds of millions to more than one billion.

Towering above the earth, the target is the distant sky.

It was launched into the sky under the coverage of national television, as long as there were no accidents.

No explosions, no derailments.

Then, it was broadcast on a loop on the TV station and made the news into a newspaper.

After that, you can show off all over the world for a long, long time.

Almost all countries in the world are starting to pour this rocket fever.

Both developed and developing countries.

A successfully launched rocket represents the financial and material capital of a country.

It even represents whether a country has a vision or not.

It became a knot in my heart, a knot that I had to cross.

Government building, inside the office.

A meeting is underway.

"Prime Minister, do we also need a rocket to change the sluggish mood of the masses?" asked the propaganda minister next to him.

"Do we have the funds?" I asked.

"There are about 700 million dollars in taxes this year, but I don't know how much I need to invest here. Said the finance minister next to him.

"So do we have the technology and development site for the rocket?" I said.

The crowd fell silent.

The farthest general stood up and walked slowly over with his hat tucked around his waist.

The general slowly walked to the table in front of me, stopped, took out a thick document from behind him, and said, "Your Excellency, I originally wanted to approve the latest batch of missile materials from you. But now I prefer to have specialists from the military create rockets. ”

"You mean, let the missile builders make the rockets?" I said in surprise.

Everyone sighed.

"Why not?" said the general, exclaiming.

"I don't think you need to make a phone call to your scientists. Ask about the feasibility of this? And then we move on to the rocket. I hesitated, trying to make the general understand that this was not a joke.

The general pulled out a satellite phone from his pants pocket, pressed the button, turned his head and called.

After just a few minutes of conversation, the general hung up the phone, bowed to me and said, "Our military experts need several mathematical experts to make calculations, as for the manufacture of rockets. They don't think there's a problem, and I believe in them. You can look at the drawings of their batch of missiles, they are simply perfect. ”

I subconsciously took the missile map on the table, and the planing and milling drawings were presented in front of my eyes one by one.

Almost every part is located with dimensions and functional identification.

On the side, the Minister of Culture said with a smile: "It is not a problem how many mathematics experts I have here. ”

I nodded my head and said, "General, have you asked your experts how much R&D funds you need?"

The general said with a solemn face: "Because this is our country's first rocket, military experts estimate that it will cost 1.3 billion." ”

"Are we only 700 million?" I said.

On the side, the Minister of Culture stood up and said tremblingly: "My lord, last year we originally planned to build a world-class gymnasium, but last year, the gymnasiums built by neighboring countries have already exceeded the specifications on our drawings. So I took the liberty of not starting work and kept all the money. So we now have about $400 million and a huge space. ”

I opened my mouth wide and I was overwhelmed, and the crowd was almost as surprised as I was.

I said, "Where's the place?"

The Minister of Culture took out the red pen in his pocket and stood up and walked to the other side of me in a few steps.

Looking at the map on the table in front of me, I drew a red dot in the center of the city, lowered my head and said, "Downtown." ”

"1.1 billion funds to build rockets in the urban area?" I said lightly.

Everyone froze in place.

There was a few seconds of silence, and the general clapped his hands beside me.

The Minister of Culture also began to applaud.

One by one, the crowd began to clap and boil.

Instantly, the whole office shouted and applauded.

The door was kicked open, and five heavily armed soldiers rushed in.

。。。

I reluctantly stood up and said, "Get out, we're not killed." It's just so exciting, everyone agrees on the whole plan, right?"

Almost all of the people raised their hands, and the soldiers who came in were at a loss.

The corner epidemic prevention minister stood up and said: "Will the rockets in the city center produce harmful substances when they are launched? ”

The soldier who came in walked out and grabbed the bad door that had been closed with his hand.

"That's a question, give your scientists a call. Checkmate. Ask in more detail. I said.

The general turned his head again and pulled out his satellite phone.

It was another few minutes of phone calls, and the general raised his hand in the middle of the call.

The thumbs on the hand are straight, telling us that the content of the conversation is good news.

The general hung up the phone and said, "You can build a huge fan-shaped shield that can prevent diaphragm sound and radiation." Military experts say there is no problem at all, but this shield is estimated to be 100 million. ”

"Thirteen plus one, how many do we have now?" I said.

"Together with the 400 million in the gymnasium, there are 1.1 billion in total. The Minister of Finance said.

The propaganda minister slowly got up and said, "Although there is still a gap of 200 million, I will report this news." And then we can sell advertising space on the fan shield that I just mentioned, and we can even advertise on the rocket. The income in this is definitely more than 200 million. ”

"Are we crazy?" I said, putting together the stuff in my head.

The general's hand slapped me on the shoulder and said, "No, we are creating the future. ”

"I felt the need for a resounding name for this project. I said.

Rockets in the city center, in the center?

I looked at the red dot drawn by the Minister of Culture on the table in front of me in the center of the map and said, "Let's call it the Red Dot Project." ”

The propaganda minister shook his head and said: "The Red Cross is reminiscent of war, which can be the starting point of the transformation of our country. Why don't you just call it a starting point plan? ”

"Okay, that's our plan. All the information on this plan must be signed by me before it can be implemented. I shouted.

The crowd shouted and applauded again.

The door was kicked open again, and five soldiers slowly walked in.

"We're fine, why do you want to come in as soon as we make a sound?" I asked, having never had such a problem before.

One of the soldiers showed a watch in his hand, with several values on it.

The soldier said lightly, "The general's regulations, if there are more than eighty decibels, you must come in." ”

I glanced at the general beside me, and the general waved his hand helplessly and said, "For safety." ”

"It seems that the success of this plan has exceeded eighty decibels. I said excitedly.

Everyone calmed down, and the general and the Minister of Culture returned to their seats.

I said to the crowd, "Is there anything else?"

Everyone almost shook their heads.

"Let's go, it's not a good place to have a meeting right now. When the meeting is over, let's go out for a drink?" I said with a smile.

Three days later.

On the desk, there are documents in red, orange, yellow and green.

The colors are classified according to their importance, with green being average and red being secret.

I pulled out a document from the red box that read: Starting Point Plan.

I opened the file, read it with interest, and signed my name: Dogan.

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