"Listen, Stark, I don't think there's any need to set up a Sky Train station next to the sanatorium. On the one hand, the transportation demand here isn't that high. On the other, do you expect me to put up with the noise of Sky Trains coming and going? I have neurasthenia..."
Schiller switched his phone to his other hand, sighed, and said, "I know you're eager to connect the aerial transport routes across all of New York, and naturally that includes my place. But there's no need to rush to get every station built within a few weeks, is there?"
"Yes, I know that with our current productivity, it wouldn't be difficult to finish every train station in the New York area within a month. After all, the production lines are already in place, even if they're downgraded versions. With the mages helping open portals, transporting materials won't be a problem, so there aren't many difficulties. But you also have to consider the problems that arise during actual implementation..."
"If the schedule is compressed too much, many problems won't be discovered. If they only surface after the system is put into use, the consequences could be much more serious."
"What? This pressure is coming from Congress? Why would they pressure you?... It has something to do with me? What does it have to do with me? Oh, don't tell me they're afraid they aren't bright enough, so they want to produce some results first??"
Schiller frowned and curled his lip. "I knew it, this must be related to the election. Fine, build it if you want, but you have to make sure it's far away from my bedroom. I really do have neurasthenia..."
After putting down the phone, Schiller sighed. Just as he was about to pick it up