My Grandpa Works So Hard Roasting Tea~

After handling the tea factory affairs, Li Qinwu returned to his spacious single apartment to rest.

Before resting, he sat in front of a bulky CRT monitor and began fiddling with the Intelligence Station.

After entering twenty-five Astropaths into the battleship Intelligence Station, its networking function was unlocked.

Through Astropaths, the Intelligence Station could receive signals from across the vast universe, whether electronic signals or Psychic Power signals.

The Intelligence Station could also send signals across the vast universe, whether electronic signals or Psychic Power signals.

Ah, right. It was like the message-in-a-bottle feature in social apps.

Li Qinwu looked at the utterly empty friends list on the screen, thought for a moment, and typed into the input field:

You there?

After he pressed Enter, the message was broadcast into the universe. Anyone who discovered it and possessed the relevant interstellar communication equipment could reply to Li Qinwu.

Li Qinwu stared at the screen for quite a while, unsure whether any person—or non-person—would receive the message and reply. After all, the universe of Warhammer 40,000 was pretty lively.

After around thirty seconds, a reply suddenly popped up in the chat window.

I'm here.

Li Qinwu's eyes widened. Someone had actually replied!

In this boundless universe, broadcasting a message and receiving a reply from someone—or something—gave Li Qinwu a strange sense of romance.

He licked his lips and pecked at the keyboard with one finger, typing: Who are you?

He pressed Enter to send it.

After about ten seconds, a line appeared on the screen:

I'm Inquisitor Thraxol. What are you doing? Why did my Astropath receive your broadcast?

Li Qinwu clicked his tongue. The unknown romance of broadcasting to the universe instantly vanished.

He dragged Inquisitor Thraxol's avatar into the recycle bin, blocked his signal, and continued typing to the