"Mr. Zhang?"
Yu Yongkang looked again toward the front of the meeting room.
Seeing Zhang Ye nod, he then turned his gaze toward everyone in front and said, "In fact, our daily production of meat rats is three hundred."
The meeting room instantly fell into dead silence.
Everyone looked shocked.
Zhang Ye quietly surveyed the room, already understanding that these people had finally grasped the severity of the situation.
"Which means, even under our controlled and selective breeding conditions, the reproduction rate of the meat rats is already astonishing."
"Then what about those wild, completely uncontrolled mutant rat populations?"
The expression on Yu Yongkang's face had become indescribably serious.
Everyone fell silent.
Under controlled and selective breeding, a daily production rate of three hundred was still possible; the mutant rat populations living underground would likely increase by thousands, if not tens of thousands, every day.