Talking feelings costs money

Gao Jingchuan had given up all hope of buying the equipment and technology to manufacture it themselves.

Before Commander Gao met Shen Bing, the military had conducted a thorough investigation into the Illusion Immortal Glass Factory.

This was perfectly routine. Any country or organization would investigate its prospective partner before entering into extensive cooperation.

First, the production equipment Phantom Immortal Technology had purchased was all perfectly ordinary. Although its quality was among the best in the country, it could never have produced glass lenses that even the military's laboratories were unable to make.

Then there was Dream Glass. It was an absolute money-making machine, a product with scarcely an equal anywhere in the world.

Given the domestic talent for imitation, the fact that not a single company had managed to reproduce it so far meant there had to be something extraordinary about it. Gao Jingchuan would never believe otherwise.

One military research institute had even conducted specialized tests on Dream Glass. Its raw material proportions were no secret, and they had even figured out its molecular structure, yet they still couldn't make identical glass. What a goddamn slap in the face.

In short, the military had thoroughly investigated everything Phantom Immortal Technology possessed through conventional means. The only thing they couldn't figure out was Shen Bing himself.

It wasn't that no one in the military had considered using force, but the moment anyone fucking suggested it, the others practically called him an idiot.

The nation was steadily growing stronger. Unless the country's broader strategic interests were at stake, underhanded methods were absolutely out of the question.

Forcibly taking control of Shen Bing might bring short-term gains, but it would be as foolish as killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.

Once word got out, who would dare pursue technological