Inside a massive factory building, several cranes carefully unloaded a huge object from a heavy truck under the direction of the workers on site.
"Is this the United States' lunar spacecraft?" Chen Shouyi asked the president beside him, mingling with the inspection party.
Early that morning, he had gone to the capital and donated the two God Corpses he had on hand.
God Corpses of this level were useless to him now. They would only take up space in his storage, so when the president heard about them, he warmly invited Chen Shouyi to join the inspection. Curious, Chen Shouyi had come to take a look.
"This is only one of its components. Though it's an antique from decades ago, there's still plenty we can learn from it," the president explained with a smile. He was in a good mood; anyone who received two God Corpses first thing in the morning would be.
Great Xia Nation still had quite a stockpile of God Corpses.
But they had been saved up penny by penny, carefully making every last bit count. If they were used freely, no matter how many they had, it would never be enough.
God Corpses were far too useful.
They could boost an individual's combat strength, or help cultivate super-scientists...
With these two God Corpses, he felt that many plans could now be carried out more boldly.
"Some time ago, we managed to get quite a few good things from the United States."
After a pause, the president figured Chief Chen probably wasn't very interested in these things, so he made conversation. "What have you been busy with lately?"
Chen Shouyi was examining the equipment with interest. At the question, he replied casually:
"Martial arts training and reading!"
What a pure-hearted man.
Young, powerful, disciplined, and handsome—he was