Fortunately, Shen Bing knew the Chief fairly well. Otherwise, he would certainly have thought the man intended to swoop in and claim the fruits of his labor.
Shen Bing understood what the Chief meant. The elderly man really just wanted to get a genuine spaceship built as soon as possible.
In a sense, it would symbolize Huaxia's true rise.
The reasoning was simple. The world seemed peaceful on the surface, and small-scale wars in isolated regions did little to disturb that picture, but competition between nations was actually incredibly fierce.
The most important reason for this peaceful state of affairs was that none of them dared to fight.
Why? They all had nuclear weapons, which made things difficult.
But once a country truly entered the interstellar era and gained the ability to settle in outer space, the deterrent power of nuclear bombs would plummet.
If worse comes to worst and everything gets wrecked, I can simply stop playing on Earth. You can't afford to do that. Whether we actually fight or not, I already have the psychological advantage.
I dare to fight. Do you?
Still, Shen Bing remained composed in the face of the Chief's support. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your support, Chief. Our research and development is going smoothly, and we don't need any additional assistance for now. If we need anything later, I'll certainly ask you."
"That's good." The Chief smiled, unoffended by Shen Bing's refusal.
Throughout their conversation, neither of them brought up anything about sharing spaceflight technology.
They might not reach an agreement on sharing technology, but the Chief knew that once Phantom Immortal Technology actually developed a spaceship, asking them to build one or more for the country would be entirely feasible. As long as Phantom Immortal Technology remained a Huaxia company