Everyone was asking whether the aircraft could take off on time.
Yan Fei gave a bitter smile, looked back at the tightly closed door, and shook his head, "I'll see Xuan."
"Then..." the people below were very anxious. "The boat tickets have already been booked. If you want compensation, it will be ten times the amount... This..."
You know, the empire can earn a lot of wealth from this flight, and repay it tenfold... If the Ninth Prince, now the Emperor Jing, knew about this, he would go crazy, right?
"Master Yan, His Majesty invites you."
At this moment, the chief eunuch beside Emperor Jing came over to ask for help.
Yan Fei was extremely anxious, but he remained calm and nodded.
Inside the palace.
"Your Majesty—" Yan Fei knelt down and saluted.
Emperor Jing stared at him: "How's the matter with the aircraft?"
Yan Fei smiled bitterly. "Miss Su originally said she had a solution, that the aircraft could depart on time, and we all believed her..."
Emperor Jing waved his hand and said, "Since Miss Su said it's okay, then it must be okay. There's no need to rush."
"No, Your Majesty—" Yan Fei was about to cry: "Miss Su did say she had a way, but now there are only the last five hours before takeoff."
"Aren't there still five hours left? What's the rush?" Emperor Jing was very calm.
"But Your Majesty, Miss Su's idea is to create a flying intelligent computer within five hours. Do you think it's possible? The original flying intelligent computer took us hundreds of years to create."
Emperor Jing: "...Miss Su really said that?"
"Yes, Miss Su also took out a list of materials and forced her way into the materials room. She is now locked up inside to refine the intelligent computer." How could Yan Fei believe it?
Emperor Jing waved his hand: "I understand."
"Your Majesty... those people outside are all anxious to get their tickets refunded!" Yan Fei said anxiously, "What should we do? Should we refund them or not? If we do, we have to pay tenfold."
Emperor Jing said calmly, "The time hasn't come yet, why rush?"
"His Majesty--"
Emperor Jing waved his hand.
"Since Miss Su said that it can be refined within five hours, then it can definitely be refined. What's the rush?" Emperor Jing trusted Su Luo very much.
Su Luo is not someone else. He is the cub of the main god who possesses the power of portable space. He is not only a powerful chain cultivator, but also a god-level alchemist that everyone looks up to.
Emperor Jing believed everything she said and firmly believed it.
Despite His Majesty's words, Yan Fei still lacked confidence in Su Luo.
He didn't go anywhere, but just stood outside the materials room, pacing anxiously.
"Captain, everyone outside is making a fuss. What should we do?" asked the co-pilot Shi Zhi anxiously.
"I'm going to go out and take a look—"
Yan Fei walked out quickly.
Co-pilot Shi Zhi followed behind him.
Zi Yan and Bei Chen also said, "Let's go and take a look."
The airport is surrounded by transparent fences. You can see through them, but you can't get in or out.
At this moment, at a glance, there were indeed many people standing there.
There was anxiety and anger on their faces.
The leader was a burly man, directing everyone: "Go! Everyone, break down this fence! The aircraft is inside!"
The imperial military was on high alert, waiting for these people to rush in and then shoot them dead.
Seeing that a battle is about to begin...
Seeing that blood was about to flow into a river...
Seeing that the rhythm was about to be taken up by this burly man...
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