"Oh! So once the backup engine is activated, the shuttle won't be far from being destroyed and everyone aboard being killed. Ms. Su, have I got that right?" The next moment, Su Wenyan slammed on the brakes and turned to look at Frederick Perez, whose nose had nearly hit the back of the seat in front of him.
"Although I'm not the shuttle's designer, I know it's not the way you imagine.
"Mr. Frederick Perez, you can question whether Candy Technology's products are overpriced, but you must never doubt their quality. If activating the backup engine meant the shuttle was about to be destroyed and everyone aboard killed, what would be the point of our engineers designing one?"
After holding back for a long time, Frederick Perez couldn't help asking, "Ms. Su, is this how your company always treats its customers?" "Not at all. Over the years, we've hardly had any customers question Candy Technology's products."
Frederick Perez wanted to say something more, but thought better of it and chose to keep quiet. There was no point in arguing needlessly. What if he made Su Wenyan angry and she stopped letting him into the Space Shuttle Production Workshop?
He couldn't afford the consequences. In the worst-case scenario, he might end up before a Military Court. That was right: Frederick Perez hadn't told Su Wenyan or Candy Technology that he was a "retired" serviceman.
The Production Workshop was enormous. Su Wenyan took Frederick Perez on a whirlwind tour that lasted only ten minutes.
When they emerged from the other side of the mountain, Frederick Perez's eyes widened. He saw a brand-new Space Shuttle, emblazoned with a huge lollipop.
Directly beneath the lollipop was a three-character name: "Candy One."
"This is our company's commercial Space Shuttle, Candy One. It's still being tested,