In the hangar, several tactical jets were lined up in a row. One of them had its cockpit canopy open, tilted back. Chen Shan was sitting inside, eyes slightly closed, as if meditating.
Because these tactical jets were self-produced using psi skills, the actual cost was dirt cheap.
Chen Fei's metal series super power technique might not match a genuine industrial assembly line for mass production. However, for small batches, especially those requiring continuous improvements, psi skills clearly had an advantage in cost efficiency.
"Hey! Little Shanzi, are you cultivating immortality?"
The untimely interruption by Chen Xiao'er intentionally broke Chen Shan's meditative trance. He opened his eyes and, upon seeing this annoying brother, instantly snapped, "What are you here for?"
"Of course, I came to cheer for our little bro!"
Chen Fei clenched his fist, making a gesture of effort.
However, in Chen Shan's eyes, it seemed like this jerk was finding an excuse to beat him again.
