Su Yijia took out a thick special award book from her space and handed it to Qin Kaize. He opened the cover and saw the large two characters on the front, followed by colorful pictures, and he was stunned.
"How is this possible? Our country will be able to independently develop this in fifty years?" Qin Kaize flipped through the book frantically, his eyes uncontrollably welling up with tears. This was something that now, even to see from a distance, required a high-level clearance.
"Of course, by the time I came here, we already had three in operation. Initially, they even let everyone suggest names, but because they chose a seafood name, it was ignored." Su Yijia chuckled, recalling how the naming process twice ended in tears online.
Qin Kaize, seeing the nostalgia in her eyes, nervously grabbed her hand. "Jiajia, although our current era isn't as advanced as fifty years later, I treasure you more than my life," he said, his voice trembling with fear.