บท 543: The Pace Of War

As the Space City's analog light system gradually turned bright, a new day had come.

After Cui Weichuan had taken his breakfast, he said goodbye to his wife and quickly headed towards the magnetic molding laboratory.

Thanks to his long credentials over the past 10 years and his ideas that occasionally flashed through his mind, he could now finally be promoted to a junior engineer from an assistant engineer, as he wished. Not only had his salary and welfare increased substantially, he was now in the upper class of the hierarchy.

Of course, he was qualified to purchase a flying shuttle car. However, it was expensive and so he grudged paying for that as he used to be provident of his money. Furthermore, the laboratory was near to his house. He could reach there by walking for about 10 minutes, he treated it as training.