Time flew like a white horse passing a crevice, and years slipped by effortlessly.
In the blink of an eye, it was three years later!
Over these three years, for everyone in the factory, almost nothing had changed.
The people remained the same people, and matters remained the same matters.
Eleven mobile suits had already passed their practical tests and entered the fine-tuning phase, while nine more were currently under construction.
Meanwhile, the space battleship was also nearing completion, awaiting an opportunity for practical testing.
Day in and day out, year after year, everyone at the factory marched forward step by step.
As for the family members, however, these three years could be described as having changed in a heaven-overturning manner.
Starting with the export of exoskeleton armor materials, the family's life changed in ways visible to the naked eye.
A steady stream of funds and supplies flowed in from the outside, with large-scale appropriations and materials being distributed crazily down the line.
Thus, the infrastructure maniac evolved into the super-infrastructure maniac!
Various types of infrastructure were constantly being upgraded, replaced, and expanded, bringing forth a massive wave of related job positions.
Among them, the sector of basic technical workers seemed even more frighteningly short-handed.
Those who didn't know any better all thought this was a rising, promising blue-collar occupation...
Coupled with the continuously increasing penetration rate of exoskeleton armor, the more advanced the skills of these technical workers, the greater their earnings and the higher their social status rose in tandem.
Migrant workers?
Stop joking around, they were now called engineering technical armor drivers!
These changes ultimately led to technical-type academic disciplines becoming more and more popular, with a steady stream of fresh blood pouring in.
In the end, this formed a closed loop, continuously cultivating all kinds of