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Chapter 2036 Master Sanbao, see you in 600 years

"Piercing the sky? Stirring the sea? That's a good idea!" Tang Zhongmin's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

"Should we create some categories that were not common before? For example..."

"A mass-produced private submarine?"

"Don't limit yourself to private submarines. Amphibious aircraft are also fine. When you're tired from flying, just float and play on the sea for a while, and then soar into the sky..."

"This may have to cooperate with Lin Ke and the others...but this idea is very good."

"Wait, what are you doing with the amphibious? Why don't you get an almighty one... just call it... just call it..." Tang Zhongmin was in business after all, and in the blink of an eye, he came up with a name: "It's called the global aircraft! It can fly, sail, dive, add a wheel, run on the road without any problems, and be driven by electric power...it shouldn't be difficult."

"It's a bit embarrassing to call it an aircraft. We are a shipyard, so we call it Quanyu... Quanzhou... Displacer! It sounds very tall."

Jiang Hailong is a top engineer after all.

Even before joining Gu Xiaobai's command, Jiang Hailong was already in the first echelon if he was able to support an independent shipyard by himself and manufacture ships like the Zhongjun.

Now, Jiang Hailong, as one of the chief engineers of the Sea Dragon Palace, has many ideas about the integration of various technologies.

Not to mention anything else, the Sea Dragon Palace is a ship that completely blurs flying and sailing.

Can you make the Sea Dragon Palace fly, but can't you fly a smaller ship?
Once this line of thinking is opened, the ideas immediately increase.

The two discussed excitedly.

Although there is no complete product yet, it doesn't matter if it is released first, right?
Not long after, the two of them decided on several routes for different products, and Jiang Hailong drew the design drawings on the blueprints.

However, when two people look at each other, they always feel that something is almost there.

"I don't think...is cool enough."

"Although the idea is good and the product must be very strong, it just cannot compare to other people's designs..."

Look at the things released by other manufacturers, what a gimmick.

What is "ride the wind and waves".

What "Goshawk" and "Squab Pigeon".

Do a good job marketing.

If there is no technology and only marketing, then there are only gimmicks, which will be ridiculed.

But good technology, coupled with good marketing, is the top product!Even to be recorded in human history.

"There is still time, there is still time...Let's think about it again." Jiang Hailong told himself not to worry, "I will first conceive the technical route and implementation method, and first manufacture the primary product."

Using the manufacturing technology of Haishang Longgong, they can quickly manufacture and verify products. Although Jiang Hailong is not very good at this, he is not as good as those young people today, but he still knows how to use it.

"Well, let's find time to discuss it in the evening." Tang Zhongmin sent out the invitation of "Dreams in Different Beds".

The so-called "evening" probably means taking time to discuss after time travelling.

The pace of life in ancient times was slow, and the two of them got used to modern life. After returning to the ancient times, they just felt that there was too much time to run out.

To be honest, the wives of the two have never known that the man next to them had the same dream as others when they slept at night.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

600 years ago, in the Indian Ocean.

In the huge treasure ship, there was a violent coughing sound.

On the hospital bed, the white-haired old man was half leaning on the pillow, coughing up the medicine he had just taken into his stomach.

Next to him, several men with the same gray hair were looking at the old man in worry.

Thirty years of time ruthlessly took away the youth of the people present, dyed the black hair white, and then dyed it into dull gray.

The once majestic and mighty body had shriveled up, the loose skin was drooping, and the eyes that used to be so bright now also looked a little dim.

At this time, Uncle Sanbao was already in his 60s.

Life in the 60s has been rare since ancient times. Before the great advancement of modern medicine, there were not many people who could live to more than [-] years old.

What's more, drifting at sea for a long time, in the case of lack of nutrition, and working with a humid and hot environment, the loss of the human body is also huge.

Before the hospital bed, a group of middle-aged and elderly people discussed their condition in low voices.

"Oh... why did you vomit again? You can't even take the medicine, how can this be good?"

"The progress of the disease is faster than expected, and now the digestive function is weakened, and the situation is not very good..."

"We need a doctor."

"My clinical medicine degree has been taken down, but...now it is not a question of medical skills, but a question of the times..."

Even if there are modern doctors, there is no way unless all the modern testing techniques and medical techniques are brought in.

Several people looked at me and you, and then they all looked at Deputy Envoy Wang who was standing aside.

"What do you see me doing?"

Everyone still looked at him together.

"Ugh……"

Wang Guanshan sighed.

He turned and walked to the bed, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "My lord, it's time."

In the transition between ancient times and modern times, sometimes Wang Guanshan would forget whether he was Deputy Wang or Wang Guanshan.

But no matter what his status is, the old man in front of him deserves his respect.

As an ancient deputy envoy, he witnessed with his own eyes how the old man worked so hard to control such a huge fleet.

As a modern captain, how can he not be full of admiration for the greatest navigator in ancient times?

The old man on the hospital bed was still struggling with the medicinal soup. Even though he coughed up, he still struggled to drink all the medicinal soup.

Hearing Wang Guanshan's words, the old man raised his head in astonishment: "Now?"

"Now, your time is running out." Wang Guanshan said.

"How long do I have?" the old man asked.

"Ten days, at most... a month."

"Then I'll wait a few days..." The old man put down the medicinal soup in his hand and was about to get out of bed.

Then he was held down by Wang Guanshan.

Later, a middle-aged man said: "We also need to consider the damage to the body during this process, as well as other uncontrollable factors."

"So it's now." Wang Guanshan emphasized.

"But..." the old man sighed, "We haven't finished yet!"

"You've done enough, leave it to us." Wang Guanshan said.

Everyone else nodded.

The old man turned his head and looked in the direction of the porthole.

Outside the porthole, a huge iceberg stood outside the treasure ship, floating on the boundless sea.

The medical hall came in with another bowl of decoction, which was dark in color.

The old man took the decoction, looked at the familiar faces in front of him, wanted to tell something, but felt that he had nothing to say.

In fact...he is no longer needed here.

It's just that he is worried after all.

He shook his head, sighed, put down the bishen soup, and said: "My three treasures have no regrets in my life, even if I live for a few more years, what's the use? Why don't you play a little here..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Guanshan next to him had already snatched the medicinal soup and poured it down for him.

"Drink you!"

I think you are decent, you are not decent!
It's no wonder I can only let you go in a disgraceful way!

"You...you..." The old man pointed at Wang Guanshan, but was speechless.

Everything around him began to alienate, and his thoughts gradually slowed down. Before he lost all consciousness, in his blurred vision, he saw Wang Guanshan bowing to the ground:
"My lord...if everything goes well, we will see you in 600 years."

(End of this chapter)