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I slowly stood up and called the general.

"Where are you?" I said.

"The launch tower in the city center, guarding the rocket with experts." The general said.

"Where is the rocket now?" I asked.

"Wait, I'll ask." The general said the satellite phone and put it down.

Wait a moment.

The general said with a smile: "I asked, and I can go to the moon in twenty hours."

"Have you encountered any difficulties? Forget it, you can give the phone directly to the expert." I said anxiously.

The phone was handed to the other side.

"Hello, Prime Minister." The expert said lightly.

"Are there any problems with the Rockets this time?" I said.

"It's no big problem. In my eyes, missiles are more challenging than rockets. Of course, this is a bit bigger, or a few figures are more cooperative. The conversion of landing and landing, and the shape of the missile have helped a lot. "The expert said.

"Don't say this, how long will it take to continue building the second rocket." I asked.

The expert scratched his head, and I heard the sound of scalp scratching on the phone.

"If this first rocket is completely okay, follow this drawing. As long as a few digital scientists calculate the launch time without error, we can build a rocket a year." The expert said.

"What about the cost? Can it be cheaper," I said.

"What do you do when you buy food in a vegetable market? The cost of these things is not low. Moreover, your request for fuel is more than the amount of the moon." The expert said dissatisfied.

"Although it is three times the moon landing, but it is also a helpless move. Not everything is for starting point planning, you can not reduce the expenses a little bit." I said politely.

"In fact, it is not impossible." The expert said.

"You said." I said with a smile.

"I can indeed save about 15% of the price on this basis, but I can't guarantee the success rate to 100%. You should know this reason better than me, after all, it is the plan and standard you gave." The expert said.

"Well, you haven't said it to me. 1.3 billion one a year, please check." I said helplessly.

"1.2 billion is just fine, my Prime Minister." The expert said with a smile.

"Trouble you, give the phone to the general." I said.

A few seconds of delivery time, I think about the future.

"Sir Prime Minister, I heard our experts yelling at you. I will let him apologize, please rest assured." The general said.

"No, he did a great job. Thank you for sticking to him." I said with a smile.

"All for the country." The general said solemnly.

I hung up the phone.

After waiting a whole day, the successful moon landing plan spread throughout the country.

It even spread to neighboring countries, and almost all the envoys of some countries sent news.

Hope to exchange data on rocket R & D, or purchase rocket manufacturing drawings directly.

I always chose to refuse, no matter what height the other party's offer reached.

The second rocket also entered the stage of research and development, and I personally served as the advertising work of the Minister of Culture.

Another year, our second moon landing rocket arrived on schedule.

The same steps, the same process launches over the sky.

Only the trademark on the rocket became: 999 cold spirit.

Everything is so perfect, without any mistakes.

Four days later, news of the successful landing on the moon spread again throughout the country.

The Treasury Secretary walked in the future and did not speak immediately in front of me.

I saw him looking at me, and I smiled and said, "What's wrong? Is there something?"

The Treasury Secretary sorted out his thoughts and said lightly: "Master, our entire rocket project, I don't think there will be any problems with launching once every two years or even three years or four years. There is no profit to make, but is your rhythm a bit It's too fast? We can't earn much more this time than last time, if you come again we might want to ... "

The Minister of Finance looked at me and was afraid to speak out.

I looked at him with the red file and couldn't say anything.

"Premier, you won't have the plan of the Rocket No. 3." The finance minister said with a trembling voice.

"Yes, you found it." I smiled.

"Can you stop a little bit? My prime minister?" The finance minister's voice trembled.

I put the contract aside and stood up and walked over to him, put it on his shoulder and said, "Isn't there something I have done in the past few years that is good for the country?"

"You really do your best for the country, but people always make mistakes. Your frequency is really inappropriate this time, and you may really need to stop." The finance minister's trembling voice eased slightly.

I looked at his eyes and said faintly: "Trust me once, just this time?"

The Finance Minister was stunned and lowered his head.

The third rocket was on the agenda.

It was another year, slowly launching over the sky.

This time the advertiser became Stanley Compound Fertilizer.

Watching the rocket disappear slowly.

"Is the advertiser I choose getting worse?" I said.

The assistant nodded his head and said, "The money is getting less and less, and the finance minister is very unhappy."

"You can block it for me, and find me saying I'm not here. This is the launch plan for Rocket 4. No one can stop it." I handed the file to the assistant.

"Prime Minister," the assistant said nervously.

"Why? Are you going to convince me too? Are you still unclear to me? Go ahead," I said lightly.

. . .

Another year.

"Do you remember who is the bidder this time?" I photographed the contract of the No. 5 Rocket on the table.

The assistant lowered his head.

"This is the fifth one, why? No one is willing to invest?" I said.

The assistant nodded his head.

"Well, I have to launch without investment." I said.

"I want to say that country K wants our rocket drawings. The price is enough for us to launch another rocket, I think you should need to know." The assistant said.

"There are more and more countries that can launch rockets," I said.

"Neighboring countries are almost all except Country K, but no country is willing to sell drawings to Country K. Or to ask for prices, so Country K found us." The assistant said.

"Sell to him, the rocket is no longer a secret. And our plan is running out of time, even if it is so far, it is still far away." I sighed.

"Plan?" The assistant said puzzled.

"Go work quickly and bring a contract." I said helplessly.

Helpless, the assistant took the contract on the table and went out.

. . .

The sixth one was successful.

. . .

The launch plan for the seventh rocket was pinched in my hand.

The door was kicked by the Minister of Finance.

I didn't dare to move, the finance minister pulled a pistol from his waist and aimed at me.

I can clearly see his shaking hands.

"Dear Prime Minister, you can't eat the moon landing as a meal. We still need funds to build the country." The prime minister said that the whole body was shaking.

I slowly let go of the contract.

"Is this the launch plan for seven rockets? I shouldn't have given you the votes. My Prime Minister, you are a madman who will waste money." The Minister of Finance knelt down on the ground with his pistol in his hand Trembling.

"Can you calm down? Listen to me. Although I can't tell you what's here, can you believe me? We don't have time, we have to keep launching. Do you want to catch up with other countries, you know. "I said helplessly.

"You are a lunatic." The finance minister slowly raised his gun and stuffed it into his mouth.

The finance minister knelt in front of me and pulled the trigger.

The gunshots roared, and the armed soldiers immediately entered the office.

The soldiers were almost stunned.

I waved my hand and said, "Clean up the body. Take the red contract on the table and give it to my assistant."

Just after I finished speaking, I left the office.

Called the general's phone.

"You looking for me?" Said the general.

"What are we doing now besides the Rockets?" I said.

"What? These finance ministers know more than me." The general said.

"He just swallowed a gun and committed suicide in front of me. Tell me what you know." I said lightly.

"The army has shrunk by 80%, and the weapons have not improved in seven years," the general said.

"How much worse are we? How much worse is the starting point plan?" I said.

"Three rockets are missing." The general said.

"Can we finish it?" I said.

"I'm not sure, but for the country." The general said.

. . .

The eighth was successful.

. . .

The plan for the ninth rocket is in my hands, and the army has been completely cancelled by me.

Eighty percent of government staff were revoked.

The tax revenue was doubled, and the public complaints were deep.

But the ninth rocket was still launched.

Four days later, the news that the rocket successfully landed on the moon reached my ears.

The army of the enemy country also set foot on our territory.

One is still missing, but everything should be enough.

Four hours later, a heavily armed army appeared in front of me.

The assistant has fallen into the pool of blood, and the general's phone has long been lost.

They are the army of the leading country, and sophisticated firearms are aimed at me.

"Master, your people are cursing you," said a soldier with a slightly different dress.

"I know." I said with a smile on my office chair.

"I came in this way and I didn't even see an imaginary soldier." The soldier said again.

"Soldier? Army thing. I have no money and can't afford it." I said.

"I forgot to introduce you, I am a first-class sergeant in country M. Billy Hellington, maybe the one who took you away." The captain of the soldier said with a smile.

I put a remote control on the table and said, "You know we have been launching rockets to the moon for the past nine years."

The captain of the soldiers came over and took out a satellite phone dial and put it on the table and said: "We know that we have been monitoring you. We think you might be stunned, my prime minister.

The phone was connected and it said, "I am the President of Country M. I now lead my army to take over your site."

"Magic? Maybe, do you know what the remote control button is in front of me?" I said.

"As far as I know, your country has not developed a military for several years. Our country invented a nuclear bomb last year. You will not tell me this too." The captain of the soldier smiled.

The soldiers behind him also laughed, and the satellite phone was so serious that there was no sound.

"If you are really monitoring, I think you should know what the predecessor of our national rocket?" I said.

"Yes, I know. My prime minister of rocket missiles, or should I call you prime minister of missile rockets?" The captain of the soldier continued to smile.

"I say a piece of common sense. You know that the moon we see is always one side of the moon. The other side can never be seen." I said with a smile.

"What about this?" Said the captain of the soldier, looking at me with a far-fetched smile.

"The side you ca n’t see, there are nine rockets with two thirds of fuel on it. Of course, my prediction is ten, but this last one has no chance. But this is powerful enough, just Slower. "I said with a smile.

"You don't want to fool us with this? A moon?" The captain of the soldier completely lost his smile.

"As long as I press this button, the nine rockets on the moon will reignite. Pushing the moon to the earth, I now ask you to put down your weapons and surrender to me." I shouted loudly.

The captain of the soldier raised his gun and pointed at me, and the soldiers in the back were not neglected.

A voice came from the satellite phone: "Are you talking about all this true?"

"Of course, the starting point plan is just beginning. I need you to help me announce this and let the whole earth surrender to me." I shouted.

The real starting point plan is to spend 10 years to rule the entire planet.

"The remote control is in his hand?" Said the satellite phone.

"Yes, pinching." The captain of the soldier said.

The satellite phone was silent for a moment and said, "Plan B."

Not far away, the ambush sniper pulled the trigger.

A blank space fell on my desk.

The captain of the soldier almost subconsciously grabbed my arm and grabbed the remote control.

"This? The remote control is too light. It seems to be a plastic, it can't be a transmitter. We were cheated, this madman." The captain of the soldier said.

"Captain, the president's chest seems to be glowing," said a soldier.

The captain of the soldier straightened my body, and a wire was exposed on his chest.

The captain of the soldier unbuttoned my clothes and found the sensor attached to my chest.

The captain of the soldier felt it was a circuit, and the switch of the circuit was my beating heart.

And my heart stopped beating at this moment.

The captain of the soldier immediately went out the window and looked at the sky.

Above the blue sky and white clouds, no movement can be seen at this time.

But just above the invisible sky, behind the moon.

Nine indescribable things, restless.

At night, when everyone sees the moon.

Found that the moon is getting bigger and bigger, and getting red.

It is like an angry moon, ready to embrace the earth.

. . . . . .

postscript:

This story cast two votes in the group.

For the first time, Gou Dan had one more ticket than Luqiao and became the protagonist of "Angry Moon".

The second time A is a good ending and B is a bad ending.

Those who voted 80% voted for B's bad ending, which is Plan B.

Everything is God's will, everything is doomed.

Let me talk about it, this bad ending was voted out.

But in order to make everyone happy, let me put out the good ending that was not cast.

The outline of a good ending: The following is commonly known as the doggy mode.

After nine rockets were completed, other countries discovered.

Following the above, the difference is that the Prime Minister of other countries shouted to stop Plan B, and the sniper put down the gun.

The captain of the soldier had no choice but to put down the gun.

Negotiations of the prime ministers of other countries have failed.

Other countries announced the secrets on the moon and introduced the starting point plan for dog eggs, and introduced dog eggs to the world.

Dog Egg announced on TV stations all over the world: the earth belongs to itself.

Years later, the world will look up at this one from time to time.

The moon will be angry at any time.

. . . . . .

Of course, the good ending is also for dog eggs.

The outline is not detailed, which one you like varies from person to person.

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