"Welcome, welcome."
"We're all old acquaintances. No need to be so formal."
On the airport's red carpet, Lu PingAn, draped in a military coat, smiled as he shook hands with each of the leaders who had come to receive him.
Meanwhile, television and news reporters nearby filmed the military district commander's special arrival to inspect the Warship Factory. This was political work in itself.
Fortunately, Lu PingAn had already disguised himself aboard the airship and prepared in advance for appearing on camera.
Taking the flowers offered by a child and looking at the military band playing nearby, Lu PingAn sighed. It seemed Ancient City was afraid other cities might not know he had chosen this one.
"Has the project process been confirmed?" He did not dwell on it. Since the matter had already been settled, they could proceed directly with the specifics.
"We'll sign the contract shortly and select the site tomorrow. Ancient City is willing to serve as an investor and hopes to hold a slightly larger share. If that isn't enough, the Phosphorus People also want in."
"That won't be necessary. I'm not short on investors."
Most of Wang Xi'er's people were no longer in this world, and Lu PingAn had no interest in becoming too deeply entangled with the Phosphorus People.
Besides, Lu PingAn had sought investment from the Gu City Official not because he lacked money. Most of what he used were his own unique technologies and abilities, whose value simply could not be measured. They could be called priceless treasures with a price but no market, or priceless things that simply "could not be sold."
The reality was that he had never intended to make money. He was merely "sharing the profits."
But giving up shares was not a pure loss. On one hand, it