Chapter 85: You're the Only Person I Know at NASA (4/10)

After the war ended, and with Glenn Martin Company failing to make NASA’s supplier list, its situation grew increasingly dire.

Reduced revenue, declining profits, a bleak future—this was Glenn Martin’s current state.

General Aerospace, a subsidiary spun off from General Electric, not only became a potential NASA lunar supplier but also had numerous stable cash-flow businesses of its own.

Such as collaborating with Boeing and Airbus to design,

With a deafening roar, Zhang Han drove the Hell Chariot straight through, smashing past mountains, swamps, and rivers without hindrance, soaring over them all.

The headless corpse had been burned by Li Zimu himself, and his silver spear and silver armor were taken away as well.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they’d likely laugh until rolling on the ground clutching their stomach. A vast empire with a thousand-year legacy, a sovereign ruler, forced to beg ministers for approval even to reward his own generals—this was indeed tragic.

After much thought, Liu Ji had only one thing to tell him; now, with no one nearby, it was the perfect moment to speak.

Even when forced to face the media, he rarely spoke, and when he did, it was always empty formalities.

Xia Qingya was dazed from his kiss, responding instinctively, forgetting all fear afterward.

Sun Yuheng understood that Sun Yuqing’s help was minimal; escaping this crisis still depended on himself.

“Then thank you, Mother,” Yuele said, bowing to Yang Chuxia, who was greatly pleased.

The Old Woman of the River brewed a fresh pot of tea, looked up at Li Zimu, and said: “Just now, the King of Mount Tai said that if Li Zimu killed the King of Qin Guang, he wouldn’t be killed outright but taken back for interrogation—those two words, ‘interrogation,’ are worth deep consideration.”

Of course, Su Qi dared to take the risk because he still had more than one supreme Dao artifact in his inventory, especially the Sun-Crowned Ultimate Sealing Artifact, Frost Ashes—should danger arise at a critical moment, he wouldn’t be entirely without recourse.

Zi Ling gasped in surprise; previously, when she trained within Zhuang Jian’s space, her spiritual energy had been far richer than outside—but compared to this place, it was like thick gel. Upon entering, she immediately felt her spiritual energy slipping out of control, on the verge of bursting free.

During the wedding toast, Zhao Hui and Li Zhengguo, as bridesmaid and groomsman, followed behind the bride and groom, drinking the wine the newlyweds couldn’t finish.

At this moment, torn between love and hatred, he was also in a state of confusion and ignorance; perhaps, right now, no one truly knew what they were doing—at least, I am deeply conflicted.

Hearing this, Shi A felt a slight comfort; he thought Wang Yue wasn’t as he’d imagined—though unaware of Wang Yue’s true issue, he still understood his nature well.

Zhuang Jian’s voice was highly persuasive; Ling Yunche’s single sentence completely cut off his own escape route, leaving Zhuang Jian no choice but to ride his momentum.

At the starting line, Guo Nianfei’s Pagani and Zhao Bin’s Lamborghini had already pulled into position; Zhao Bin rolled down his window, raised his thumb, then flipped it downward in blatant contempt toward Guo Nianfei.

“Captain, here’s what you asked for. Oh, Instructor, Cao Meng’ang is waiting for you downstairs,” a soldier said as he entered.

Seeing Lin Peng silent, the man leapt off his great sword with a “whoosh!” and landed before him, crouching down, frowning as he stared at him.

“Don’t! Lao Tang, don’t give up so easily—you’ve worked too hard to build this!” Mi Lan held Lao Tang’s hand, stopping him from making the call.

Cassius, Rey, and Gaia, who had arrived late due to injury and limited mobility, all exhaled in relief.