"Just... this?"
Staring dumbfoundedly at the production equipment before him, Hedin's face was filled with utter bewilderment and confusion.
Flour was fed into the mixer in measured proportions, then went through a series of processes including aging, rolling, shredding, steaming, cutting, and frying, eventually becoming golden noodle cakes.
What surprised him was not the efficiency of the production line or the sophistication of its manufacturing process. Quite the opposite...
That was it?
"...Shelter residents rarely buy these noodle cakes. We usually sell them to mercenaries from Boulder City and the trade caravans there. Especially the caravans—they usually buy in bulk, ten or twenty crates at a time. They eat them on the road, and sell whatever they do not finish to local merchants as trade goods."
Standing beside Hedin, Wang Yan introduced his factory while observing the expression on the man's face.
He was the director of the instant noodle factory.
Showing this merchant from Utopia City around the Alliance's instant noodle factory had been a task personally assigned to him by the Administrator.
As one of the "star enterprises" alongside Nuka-Cola, this shelter-controlled factory had generated substantial foreign currency income for the Alliance.
Wang Yan did not understand why the Administrator wanted to show others the technology for producing instant noodles, but that was not something he needed to worry about.
What he could not understand was why a merchant from the legendary, paradise-like Utopia City would be interested in a factory like theirs.
Where was the reserve of a "civilized person"?
What the hell.
After standing there blankly for a long while, Hedin finally came back to his senses and quickly turned his gaze toward Director Wang beside him.
"You just fried the flour? You did not add anything else?"
Wang Yan froze for a moment, nodded, then