"On this point, I'll report to the Old Boss after the meeting."
Giving Candy Technology priority access to the materials wasn't without reason. As the saying went, the spacecraft Candy Technology was building at the lunar Transfer Station belonged to the country.
If material shortages delayed the spacecraft's completion, it would be the country that suffered the loss, and the country's interests that were harmed.
As time passed, some people had gradually begun to think that aliens weren't all that much to worry about. If they were coming, they would have come already.
But they didn't dare think that way.
They couldn't afford to gamble on it, either.
At a time like this, having a spacecraft of their own was especially important.
If they discovered aliens entering the Solar System, their ability to travel long distances would allow them to immediately launch the Seed Dispersal Plan.
It was a pessimistic outlook, but on closer thought, how weak could an alien civilization capable of crossing the stars to reach the Solar System really be? At the very least, it wouldn't be something human civilization could defeat at its current stage.
Humanity mustn't grow arrogant. Arrogance would only lead human civilization into the abyss, where it would vanish from the river of history.
No one spoke. Everyone tacitly chose to support the suggestion.
"Then what can we offer Candy Technology in exchange for the Miniature Controlled Cold Nuclear Fusion Reactor? Should we buy finished units, or directly propose acquiring the production technology?"
Hearing this, the leader seated at the head of the table felt a headache coming on.
For those who could sit in this meeting room, problems that money could solve were actually the simplest and easiest to deal with.
The trouble was, using money as payment this time was definitely