A major project?
Huai Shi had just lifted his cup of water and had not even taken a sip when his eyes lit up.
How major?
What was the budget?
How much could he skim off this round?
Like a bridge engineer rubbing his hands together at the sight of a budget figure, Huai Shi's heart immediately began to race, and he wanted his old brother to sit down and explain everything at once.
But he quickly forced himself to restrain his impatience.
"Mr. Vulcan, thank you for the invitation, but..."
After hesitating for a moment, Huai Shi shook his head. "With battle imminent, I'm afraid I can't leave here. This isn't an excuse or a brush-off. It's simply my duty."
"I understand."
Vulcan nodded readily.
He had dealt with Huai Shi several times and had heard quite a bit about him. Even if they were not particularly familiar, he at least knew the style of Utopia well enough to understand that Huai Shi was not the kind of person who would haggle over terms or shirk his responsibilities at a time like this.
At the same time, he had not given up on his idea.
"Actually, the two matters don't conflict. There's no need to overthink it or look too far ahead."
Vulcan took out his golden flask and enthusiastically poured him a glass of wine. "It's only a temporary secondment. Even if it's just you alone, one or two days at most.
I guarantee it won't affect the operations of the Original Sin Legion."
Holding the golden goblet, Huai Shi took a shallow sip and pondered.
He was somewhat tempted.
For a moment, it was hard to decide.
From a strategic standpoint, the Solar Ship had now become a crucial central pivot on the battlefield—providing temporary battlefield emergency