On the third day after New Year's Day, the festive air had faded from Jinling Aerospace Industrial Park. The workers returning from their holiday had already resumed their posts and begun work.
The gates of every factory stood open. Logistics trucks of all sizes traveled along the broad roads of the park. Loads of raw materials entered the park, while loads of components were shipped out, like nutrient-rich blood pumped by this vibrant heart into the limbs and torso of Hua Nation's aerospace industry, making this rising giant even stronger.
At the heart of the industrial park stood a spacious, square-shaped workshop within the high walls of the Jinling Aerospace Assembly Center.
Inside the workshop, a three-section metal hull lay quietly atop scaffolding arranged like a skeleton.
This place had become a pilgrimage site for the world's aerospace industry, while that hull lying there drew the attention of aerospace professionals around the world like a saint's coffin.
This was especially true for renowned aerospace companies such as Boeing, Space-X, and Airbus. Though they had already made their mark in their respective fields, they were willing to give up orders worth billions or even tens of billions just to reach agreements with Starry Sky Technology and send engineers here for a single look.
At that moment, a group of foreign experts stood beside the Queqiao spacecraft's hull, whispering in astonishment and occasionally pointing at the mechanical arms lining both sides of the workshop.
"God... How are you planning to get that into space?"
The Chinese engineer standing beside them offered no response. He merely stood there with his hands behind his back.
Having gotten nothing out of him, the foreign expert was clearly unwilling to leave it at that. He deliberately adopted a provocative tone and began picking at flaws.
"This