Wu of the Artifact Institute weighed his words before saying in a low voice, "Director-General, you know as well as I do that even if Master Artisan Yuan and the others' plan succeeds, in the end it will only benefit those people in Jade Capital. Just like the results they have produced over the years—haven't they ultimately benefited the Military Prefecture?"
Fang Yuzhong smiled faintly. "What kind of talk is that? Our Celestial Mechanism Institute serves Celestial Xia. The stronger the Azure Yang Military Office becomes, the stronger Celestial Xia becomes, does it not? I think they have done quite well."
Wu of the Artifact Institute was taken aback. After hesitating, he tried, "But Director-General, no matter how well they do, if they cannot achieve that final transcendence, what meaning is there in it?"
Fang Yuzhong looked outside. He lifted his teacup and held it in his hand. "I have two granddaughters. Tell me, which one should I like more?"
"This..."
Wu of the Artifact Institute felt that this was not an easy question to answer. He forced a smile. "Director-General, how could I answer that? This... this still depends on what you mean."
Fang Yuzhong had his back to him, yet his voice seemed to drift in from somewhere else:
"Master Artisan Yuan's side has at least already produced relatively successful examples. Although they have not reached the step I expected, if decades are not enough, then take a hundred years. If a hundred years are not enough, then take two hundred. So long as the direction is right, even if the pace is slower, they will eventually reach it.
"But your plan has been carried out for decades. The Director-General's Office has allocated you a sea of resources, and the manpower and material resources consumed are beyond counting.