"Little Shen, how's that plane of yours coming along? A military chief is planning to come and take a look," Secretary Jiang said earnestly.
Shen Bing froze for a moment. Anyone Secretary Jiang called a chief must have held a remarkable position—at least a rank above Secretary Jiang himself.
"Well... it's just a plane. Is there really any need to make such a fuss?" Shen Bing asked.
Secretary Jiang didn't know that Phantom Immortal Technology was working on a spaceship. Compared with such a monumental project, even a nuclear-powered aircraft hardly deserved a mention.
But Secretary Jiang said, "You can't look at it that way! This aircraft is enormously significant to our country. It's a milestone in aerospace history, and no amount of attention from the state would be excessive. Besides, the higher-ups intend to give this extensive coverage. It'll help with the current situation."
Shen Bing immediately caught his meaning.
The important part wasn't what came first, but the last sentence: it would help with the current situation.
What current situation? Naturally, he meant the American carrier battle group conducting exercises in Singapore's waters. It had been at it for over half a month, and throughout that time, the fleet had never lifted its blockade of Gold Island. Even an idiot could see that the Americans were targeting Phantom Immortal Technology.
Although Shen Bing felt this had no effect on him whatsoever, the higher-ups saw things differently. Especially after he revealed that Gold Island was where the spaceship would be built, the matter had become even more serious.
If Phantom Immortal Technology stepped forward to argue its case against the Americans, the government could lend its support. But Shen Bing's current stance was to ignore them completely. Even if the higher-ups wanted to confront the Americans, they couldn't find