Albacore

Su Ming did not know how to explain. He waited until the girl had eaten her last piece of bread. "How about this? I'll take you to see." The assembly site was in the ship's lower hold. Su Ming led Beianqi down three flights of stairs, through passageways lit by bright, soft LED lights. Thanks to the batteries and inverters, the White Triangle's low-voltage power supply for daily use had always been highly stable.

Beianqi could not help taking a closer look around. Ever since she had boarded, this kind of even, steady lighting had been found in every corner.

Either Su Ming and Zijin were incredibly rich, or these marvelous lights cost very little to make and use.

When they reached the lower hold, Su Ming switched on the surrounding floodlights. A rotating mechanism more than ten meters tall stood there, surrounded by a great deal of bone scaffolding. So far, only a rough framework had been assembled. At the bottom were the rotary motor and hydraulic equipment, covered in a tangle of pipes and wiring.

Beianqi walked in, dragging her IV bottle along as though holding a helium balloon. She had still been examining the floodlights,

but the moment her gaze fell on the enormous metal gears at the bottom, she could no longer look away.

"Impossible!" She hurried forward and nearly tripped over the pipes and wiring on the floor. Fortunately, Su Ming caught her in time.

"Watch your step."

"How were these metal parts made without a single flaw? And the precision is absurd!" Beianqi pointed at the transmission system, her face flushed with excitement. "How did you make them?"

"Calm down. They weren't made in this world." Su Ming had to reach out and press firmly on Beianqi's shoulders. "It's my special ability. I can