Zhang Ming traveled through the parallel world and took over a bankrupt factory with a debt of 30 million.
Court summons in hand, only seven employees left, and equipment all antique.
Everyone is waiting to see the joke.
Until one month later——
The "energy-saving materials" produced in the factory made the national laboratory come overnight.
The "toy mecha" modified in the workshop swept the active tanks in the exercise.
In the conference room, the head of the special department looked serious:
"Mr. Zhang, do you call this a factory?"
"This is obviously the future of human civilization!"
While Yingjiang was still scratching his head about the sixth-generation aircraft, Zhang Ming had already drawn a drawing of an interstellar battleship.
As countries compete for lunar resources, his factory assembly line is mass-producing antimatter engines.
Years later, faced with a threatening broadcast from an alien fleet.
Zhang Ming sat at the Mars base and gently pressed the communication button:
"Notify the Earth Alliance that the Fifth Fleet is ready to leave the factory."
"By the way, tell them—"
"This time, we deliver to your doorstep."
