Everything Turned Upside Down, Assigned a Deputy Post

But Fu Junlin looked utterly bewildered as he stared at Liang Bin, playing dumb.

"Deputy Chief of Staff, I should have reported this matter already. There's nothing I can do about it either. As for those molecular structures that need to be altered...

Our current equipment can't even observe them, so I simply can't provide a manufacturing method.

I can only process it using my Savant Syndrome."

After saying that, Fu Junlin wore an innocent expression.

However, Liang Bin and the others' expressions turned somewhat unpleasant.

The reason they had been so polite to Fu Junlin, a Subspecies,

was because of the Soft Alloy manufacturing method. If Fu Junlin did not intend to use that as his ticket in,

then he was refusing the Zhonghe Institute!

"General Fu Junlin! I hope you will put the greater good first. I know handing over this manufacturing method may be difficult for you.

But I believe you should have a way!"

Another middle-aged man with the rank of Marshal spoke in a deeper voice, issuing a reminder.

His words carried a double meaning, pointing out that Fu Junlin was not unable to hand it over, but simply unwilling to let go.

Fu Junlin could only spread his hands and shake his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

Liang Bin and the others, whose legs had been trembling all this time, finally stopped, and their expressions grew increasingly grave.

"Hehe, so that's how it is."

Liang Bin concealed his anger, poured himself a cup of tea and lifted it. Blowing on it, he asked,

"Since General Fu still has to help produce Soft Alloy in his spare time, what do you intend to do?

There are not many commanders like you who are both scholarly and skilled in battle."

"I will