When Lu PingAn saw himself on TV again, he was very calm.
With sunglasses, a fake beard, and slicked-back hair, he looked like a man in his forties. Anyone who did not know him well probably would not recognize him.
"...Lieutenant General Lu PingAn inspected our city's Second and Third Shipyards. He took a keen interest in operating the workshop's robotic arms and machinery, expressed deep satisfaction with their automated and standardized processes, and immediately stated that he would place a major order."
The real Lu PingAn rubbed his beardless chin and thought about what he had actually done back then.
Oh, he had seen the miniature ship-model pool that simulated wind and waves in the factory grounds. Unable to resist, Lu PingAn had grabbed a remote control and played a round of bumper boats.
He had enjoyed himself so much that he had immediately said he wanted to buy a set of ship models to take home and play with.
"...At the factory, Lieutenant General Lu delivered a speech. He pointed out that, as one of the officers and soldiers stationed at sea, our military's thirst for advanced weaponry was limitless. The city's shipbuilding industry had integrated technologies from other realms and was highly suited to the current battlefield environment. He hoped the factory district would grow bigger and stronger, leverage its inherent advantages, and meet the needs of frontline soldiers as much as possible."
Lu PingAn fell silent. This really was journalism at its finest.
He had clearly been dissatisfied with some outdated models, gone straight in with a hammer, hammered out Mercury 42's latest designs and requirements on the spot, and revised more than a dozen blueprints right there. How had that become him being very satisfied with the technology? He had changed them on site precisely