Help Me Get a Plot of Land

Back on the surface.

He stood beside the elevator.

Lu Zhou took out his phone and called Chen Yushan.

The moment she picked up, he said, "Help me get a plot of land."

The other end of the line went quiet for a few seconds.

"A package? What package?"

"...I phrased that badly."

Lu Zhou cleared his throat. "I'm planning to build a space shuttle production facility in Jinling High-Tech Industrial Park, not far from the Institute for Advanced Study. Could you see if there's a suitable site nearby? As long as the transport links are decent."

"Wait, wait. I'm not following..." Sitting in her office, Chen Yushan pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. "Why build a space shuttle?"

Lu Zhou thought for a moment. "Because... I want to run some experiments?"

Honestly, if he had to give a reason, there wasn't any particular one.

Wreckage Three was sitting there, and it seemed a shame not to use it. Besides, now that the light of Controlled Fusion had been kindled, the exploration and development of outer space would become a focus for the next fifty years, if not the next century.

And even if he set all that aside, he still needed somewhere for Xiao Ai to expend her excess energy... or rather, computing power.

After another silence, a soft sigh came through the phone.

"All right. If you're not worried about making a profit, I won't try to stop you... It's your money. Waste it however you like."

Private aerospace companies did exist in China. One had even built what it called "Asia's largest" private rocket manufacturing base and raised a fair amount of funding, but there was still no clear path to profitability.

Aerospace Science and Aerospace Industry, the two major state-owned enterprises,