After hanging up the phone, Shen Bing fell into thought.
He knew perfectly well that he did not actually need to explain anything to his parents. As long as they understood that their son was safe, that would do more than any explanation.
But how could he make them feel that he was safe enough?
Having plenty of money? That made him even less safe. In their eyes, people had targeted him precisely because he had so much money.
Advanced technology? Generally speaking, that would only attract unwanted attention too.
But viewed from another angle, technology also meant safety.
After thinking for a while, Shen Bing's gaze sharpened. He had made up his mind.
Shortly after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Phantom Immortal Technology established another new department.
Actually, it was not quite a new department. Rather, the existing Machinery Manufacturing Plant had been split into two plants.
The Phantom Immortal Metallurgy Factory and the Machinery Manufacturing Plant.
There was no helping it. As Phantom Immortal Technology developed, the Machinery Manufacturing Plant had too much to handle. Splitting it up to make production more specialized had only been a matter of time.
The Machinery Manufacturing Plant's main tasks now were producing Golden Pangolins and Geothermal Power Generators.
In less than a month, the profits generated by the Golden Pangolins produced at the Machinery Factory had surpassed those of the Illusion Immortal Glass Factory. That was over ten billion US dollars—a figure that boggled the mind.
Of course, Phantom Immortal Technology's senior management all knew that selling the Golden Pangolins had been a windfall they could not count on repeating. Those foreigners had only themselves to blame for harboring ill intentions.
There was still a huge shortfall in Golden Pangolins, to say nothing of Geothermal Power Generators.