Bistro of the Apocalypse
Chapter 767

I Just Want to Burn Money

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It was like going back forty years.

The massive hull was weathered and peeling. The vehicle did not stop; instead, it passed directly into the ship's hold via a lifting platform. Amber never got to breathe the dry, frigid air of the Arctic Ocean and entered a living room warm as spring instead.

This was a Soviet Russian legacy.

Only countries living by frozen seas would develop such bizarre functional ships.

Icebreakers generally used two methods to break ice. When the ice was no more than 1.5 meters thick, they mostly used the "continuous" method. Relying mainly on the propellers and the bow to split and smash the ice, they could travel 9.2 kilometers through icy seas per hour. If the ice was thicker, they used the "ramming" method. A ramming icebreaker had a shallow draft at the bow and could easily charge up onto the ice. The weight of the hull would crush the thick ice beneath it into fragments. The icebreaker would then reverse for some distance before charging at full speed onto the ice ahead, crushing the ice beneath the ship again. Repeating this process opened up a new route.

The principle was just as simple and brutal.

Amber was counting the rent. Silent as she was, she seemed to possess the solemnity of a saint, but deep down, tears were already streaming down her face.

Funding!

I Just Want to Burn Money

Amber had imagined the vehicle she would drive after retirement, from roaring Aston Martins to old-fashioned yet elegant Rolls-Royce Phantoms, even Tesla electric cars. She had never considered piloting a weathered, peeling icebreaker.

What girl liked driving an icebreaker?

Director Changguang might be the exception. She was obsessed with researching all kinds of weapons and had led the development of the Seat of the

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