One every week.
That one sentence left Qin Yuzhu speechless.
It was a space shuttle. Even if it was a mini version, it was still a space shuttle, one that could travel between Blue Star and space.
Although Qin Yuzhu didn't know how long it took the military to produce a fighter jet, she figured that with only one assembly line, they couldn't manage one every week in peacetime.
Besides, a newly built fighter jet couldn't enter service right away. It had to undergo a series of inspections and be confirmed problem-free before it could actually be handed over to the military.
Qin Yuzhu really wanted to say, "That's incredible," but her position held her back.
Both she and Mo Jingchun knew that their call was being recorded.
Qin Yuzhu took a deep breath, feeling conflicted, and said, "I'll report your request as it is shortly."
"All right."
They were old friends, so Mo Jingchun didn't make the same polite show of thanking her that he used to.
After ending the call, Qin Yuzhu stood on the dormitory balcony and let the cold wind blow against her face.
When Mo Jingchun called, Qin Yuzhu had been about to rest. She'd put on her pajamas and stepped out onto the balcony.
The wind swept away her drowsiness, and Qin Yuzhu turned and went back inside.
It wasn't that she didn't want to enjoy the breeze a little longer. It was just that if she stayed out any longer, she might catch a cold.
The Forward had only left Blue Star and set sail a few days ago. All information from aboard the Forward was being transmitted to the ground on Blue Star, including the ship's current status.
And she was one of the staff responsible for processing the data.
Qin Yuzhu