He didn't rush to ask, but casually folded the drawings neatly and put them into his sleeve. Then, he slowly stood up, walked away from Engineer Hong's workstation, and walked towards the elevator along the narrow workshop.
His steps were still calm, with a faint smile on his face, but that smile was filled with memories and emotion.
Decades ago, in this same cramped, hot, and oil-filled place, he and Hong Gong repaired a tattered mecha, drinking low-quality spiritual tea while discussing all sorts of unrealistic technological ideas. Back then, they were full of ambition, believing they could change the way the entire cultivation world fought, using technology to bridge the gap in talent among cultivators.
Unfortunately, time flies, and many of the original ideals are eventually worn away by reality.
"Over the years... Qixing's development may have gradually drifted away from its original intention." He murmured in a low voice, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, but also a hint of indescribable complex emotions.
The elevator door slowly opened. He stood at the entrance, paused, and glanced back at the entire workshop. The workers were still busy, the sound of hammering metal echoing, sparks of psychic energy flashing from time to time. Everyone was working hard to make a living, and perhaps a gifted young man was among them.
He smiled softly, the interest in his eyes growing stronger.
"Looks like I need to have a good chat with Lao Hong later..."
He stepped into the elevator. As the elevator door closed, the workshop on the ground floor returned to being busy and noisy again, and a change in the future might have been quietly foreshadowed.
At the same time, the two reception girls at the front desk were still whispering.
"Tell me, what on earth is the chairman doing at the bottom level?"
"It must be something important. Or maybe he came to see that Hong Gong."
"Who is Engineer Hong? I heard he helped the chairman accomplish many earth-shattering things back then."
"There's such a thing? Tsk tsk, there really are hidden dragons and crouching tigers at the bottom."
The two became more and more excited as they talked, and even began to imagine the legendary stories that were rumored.
However, a faint voice suddenly came from behind them: "Is gossip interesting?"
The two of them froze in an instant, and turned their necks stiffly little by little, and saw the old chairman standing behind them, looking at them with a smile on his face.
The girls immediately broke out in cold sweats and lowered their heads, not daring to speak anymore.
The old chairman shook his head slightly, his tone not heavy, but revealing an unquestionable majesty: "Young man, listen less and do more, understand?"
The two of them nodded quickly and said respectfully: "Yes, Chairman!"
The old man turned and left, still holding the drawings in his hand, with a meaningful smile on his lips, as if he was quite pleased with his just experience.
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