Sir! Don't close the net!

Eddie slowly raised his hand to his forehead, paced back and forth, and after the third lap, pointed at Zieg, "He's the rider, right?"

"Correct."

"Do you think he has the strength to pump the seawater out of the auxiliary cabin?!"

Although he couldn't understand, Zig felt he couldn't embarrass Li Yili, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves, raised his arms, and blushed as he tried his best to show Eddie his biceps.

Eddie just rolled his eyes at this, while the engineers around him struck poses, their bulging muscles almost bursting out of their work clothes. Zieg immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Shouldn't engineers all be... skinny?"

“Zig, engineers don’t just sit in an office writing and drawing. In most cases, they make the parts by hand. After all, capitalists only invest money in mass-producing finished products that are guaranteed to be problem-free,” Li Yili said, raising her finger and waving it from side to side. Then she looked at Eddie. “Teacher Meng, as you can see, Zig, with his thin arms and legs, definitely couldn’t possibly have the power to steadily discharge the rising water from the submarine within three or four days.”

Zig, who had originally wanted to shout that he could train, fell silent within three or four days.

“Even three or four years is impossible,” Eddie declared ruthlessly. “Controlling the ascent and descent of a submarine requires more than enough power, not just the right amount! This is not something that weak human strength can accomplish!”

"Do you know what you're doing? You've built a turret and are having the gunners fire the shells with sticks! Is that even possible? He doesn't have that ability!"

Li Yili tilted her head, "A chosen one of the gods."

Eddie's lips twitched, and the engineers behind him who were flexing their muscles slowly lowered their shoulders.

Weakness is limited to the power of ordinary people; science is as weak as an expensive trick in the face of the power of the ancient gods.

"cough--"

Eddie coughed heavily and tightened his arms around his chest. "So what? Can you find a chosen one to be your human engine? This isn't something money can solve! Young man, I see you're very talented. Stop thinking about shortcuts and face the problem at hand."

"How do we get those favored by the gods to act as human engines?" Li Yili tilted her head.

"No! It's about solving the problem of submarine propulsion!" Eddie suddenly raised his voice. "There must be a balance between the size of the submarine and the power output of the steam engine. We just need to keep experimenting and we'll find it!"

“But I only gave you five days,” Li Yili spread her hands. “I would be very happy if you could find that balance point within five days. Of course, at that time you will have to consider not only stable power output, but also the hardness of the submarine itself and a bunch of other calculation factors. Let alone five days, five years may not be enough. If any part is miscalculated, we will have to start from scratch. Just thinking about it makes my hair fall out.”

Eddie's lips twitched.

He really couldn't refute that.

"That's science."

She's so stubborn.

“Professor Meng, I respect your passion for science and your rigorous attitude, but this is a business matter,” Li Yili raised her hand to stop Eddie’s stubbornness. “If Professor Meng has any ideas in that area, you can take these formulas and submarine design drawings back to the wasteland to study them slowly. I will not charge any patent fees, but please do not obstruct the orders that are currently being placed.”

Eddie's eye twitched, then he looked away. "You're serious about not charging patent fees?"

"Well... I'd be happy to do you a favor if it's just a small amount of money," Li Yili said, not making any definitive statements. "But it's not up to me to decide these things. Once we start large-scale research, my voice won't matter no matter how loud it is."

“Mr. Li Yili, you’re not implying something, are you?” Eddie couldn’t help but complain.

“That’s not important at all, Teacher Meng,” Li Yili said with a bright smile, raising her index finger. “Now I only have one question, Teacher Meng, do you have any other questions?”

Eddie lowered his hands from his chest. "You... really want the chosen ones to be the power source? Those chosen ones are fundamentally different from us in terms of their life level. I don't think they would be willing to do something that would damage their self-esteem, like being a human engine."

Standing on Li

Irma, standing behind Yili, seemed hesitant to speak.

How exactly was she supposed to explain to Eddie that Li Yili actually had two favored beings as mistresses, and that these two favored beings were none other than the renowned Valkyries, Valkyries of Valhalla, and based on the actual situation… Valkyrie Iris was hard to say, but Valkyrie Rei had no dignity in front of Li Yili, and Li Yili currently had Nakya, who had no self-respect and no human rights whatsoever, and was being used as a tool by Li Yili, stuffed in her travel bag.

“Alright…” Eddie exhaled and waved to the engineers gathered around the submarine. “Let’s begin the basic simulation.”

Several engineers nodded and gestured for the personnel above to lower the ropes, beginning preparations to launch the submarine into the pool for basic performance testing. Zig, meanwhile, stood excitedly at the edge of the pool; if the engineers hadn't stopped him, he would probably have already tumbled in.

Li Yili nodded in satisfaction.

Eddie stared at Li Yili in silence for a long while before scratching his head and walking out.

This submarine still has many key issues. The first is its strength. Li Yili's submarine design is too lightweight. According to Li Yili's own formula, it absolutely cannot withstand the water pressure at the beach. In other words, Li Yili's lightweight submarine needs to use a projection device. Then the corresponding problem arises: once it reaches a position that can withstand the water pressure, it can reach the surface by expelling the seawater from the cabin... So how does it get down?

Even if the auxiliary compartment is filled with water, as long as the cockpit is still intact, the submarine cannot dive any deeper to return to the shore.

But... isn't there a divinely favored one? A divinely favored one can solve all problems.

Chapter 123 I am a Pragmatist

The submarine experiments went very smoothly. In fact, now that there was no need to install a steam engine as a power source, the only things that needed to be tested on the submarine were its sealing performance, pressure resistance, and the smoothness of the drainage mechanism.

Eddie once complained that such a brilliant submarine design was just an empty shell, with the greatest enemy of science, the God-favored Ones, still occupying the space inside. Li Yili could only smile helplessly at this. If there were a better and more stable power source, he would of course prefer to build a submarine by hand.

But as I said before, his abilities and the current environment are insufficient for him to build a real submarine. However, he cannot solve the problem of oxygen, so he must act quickly. Science is something that cannot be rushed. If he is too hasty, he may have to accelerate his life.

After confirming that there were no problems with the experiment, Li Yili walked around the site a few more times before preparing to leave. Qi Ge, on the other hand, was full of enthusiasm and expressed his desire to work well with his "partner". Li Yili was very envious, but unfortunately, he had long passed that enthusiastic period, and he also had many things to deal with, so he did not linger.

In the carriage, Alma leaned against the window watching Li Yili reach into her travel bag again. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Minister Li Yili, are you on the side of science or the side of the chosen ones?"

“I’m a pragmatist,” Li Yili smiled.

Arkham University once held a heated debate about whether humanity should persist in developing science or ignore it, believing that the power of ancient gods was humanity's future. Li Yili simply smiled and fanned the flames from both sides, keeping the debate going. She then negotiated with some merchants to plaster their debate platform with advertisements and display their products around it.

A defense, of course, needs supporters. When passion takes over, a defense becomes a confrontation between two extremists. They turn around and advertise to get students to raise money to buy the advertisements on the merchants' products to make more money and promote the products again. Meanwhile, the students at Arkham University are mostly from wealthy families and don't mind throwing money at the other side.

In the process, Li Yili's wallet was overflowing with money, and she also gained a lot of connections in the market.

“Whether it’s science or the chosen ones, they’re just cogs in the machine of life. We choose whichever cog is more useful. If we can use both together, then of course we’ll happily use both,” Li Yili shrugged. “The chosen ones alone can’t take me to the surface of the sea, and the submarines that current technology can’t make can’t take me to the surface of the sea. But if we can do it by combining the two, then of course I’ll use both.”

After a long silence, Alma sat up straight and nodded to Li Yili, "Minister Li Yili, you are absolutely right."

“We have completed all the preparations we can. The rest are the natural and man-made disasters that will hinder us,” Li Yili said, crossing her legs and turning her head to look out the window at the road with the Indian Ocean.

"Although they were surprised, the inhabitants of Instasus, even knowing that their greedy desires had angered the gods of the Sea of ​​the Dead and caused their wish bottles to be thrown back, still supported Sieg's wish to go to the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead."

"The only problem now is Austin. Since he can bounce our wishing bottles back, bounce our submarines back... no, destroying them would be a piece of cake."

Li Yili paused for a moment, then raised her hand and knocked on the side of the carriage. "Please change your route to the Instas Museum."

“The museum?” Alma was taken aback. “I thought you would change your route to see Austin.”

“The moment I decided to go see Austin was the moment I was tired of the hassle and wanted to just kill Austin,” Li Yili yawned, then slipped her hands back into her travel bag and shook them up and down, as if she were groping for something.

Alma's lips twitched.

That trip

The bag contains Princess Nakya of Eden, so what is Li Yili touching right now? Or rather... what is she touching?

No matter what part of the body was touched, if word gets out, it will be a crime deserving of being whipped a hundred times over.

Alma took a deep breath, forcibly ignoring Li Yili's shady behavior, "So what did you go to the Instas Museum for? To destroy Ips."

“Secretary Alma, you’ve finally become humorous, I’m very touched,” Li Yili smiled brightly. “Of course not, Ips is a good partner of mine.”

"So it turns out that people who are coerced can have such nice nicknames."

"Yes, Secretary Alma, you are my favorite partner."

"I'm really happy. I wonder what kind of help I can get?"

"How about the right to use the Sheep Village Logistics Minister's recreation room? Are you happy?"

"What was Li Yili doing at that time?"

"Of course I'm using you."

As Li Yili and Alma chatted back and forth, the carriage arrived at the Instas Museum. The unexpectedly lively atmosphere made Li Yili and Alma stop their rambling conversation and look out the window.

Museums are nothing more than the graveyards of history. Just as people don't visit tombs every day, they only come to museums with serious expressions on their faces when they feel like it, as if they are really there to commemorate history.

Li Yili still remembers a college roommate's complaint about the museum. If it weren't for the credits, who would feel awkward going to the museum with the whole class and even standing on the steps in front of the museum to film videos?

Li Yili felt very sad about this, as he personally quite liked those historical stories.

Unfortunately, respect and resonance with history have long been numbed by repeated hype from capital.

The Instas Museum is the best proof of this. In order to satisfy their vanity, Austin Ips and his ilk have arbitrarily altered the history of Instas to glorify themselves and demean the Instas residents, making them feel inferior and using them as human batteries to power their lives.

Although the fact that they were being used as human batteries couldn't be changed, the residents of Instasus didn't have the time to play with Austin and his friends. Even knowing that the residents of Instasus didn't intend to pay attention, Austin and his friends still happily danced in front of the residents of Instasus. Naturally, the residents of Instasus became more and more annoyed because Austin was always belittling their character and making them reflect on their actions.

The result of the repeated changes is that the area around the Indiana Museum is as deserted as a tomb, and the ticket sellers are as motionless and lifeless as wax figures on the exhibits in the museum.

Now, the area around the Indiana Museum is bustling with activity. While it's not exactly packed with people, there's a steady flow of people coming and going, and even the ticket booths are crowded with people, all staring intently at the ticket counters.

Chapter 124 Although it's presumptuous, may I slap you?

Li Yili raised her hand and knocked on the carriage, indicating to the coachman that there was no need to rush forward and that they could stop here. Then, she rested her chin on her hand and looked meaningfully at the residents of Instas who were queuing at the ticket office outside the carriage window.

Alma was also incredibly surprised to see the queue outside the Indiana Museum. She had worked at Indiana for several years and had visited the museum before. She had remarked that while museums were boring, they shouldn't be completely deserted. However, after actually visiting the museum, she immediately understood the reason behind it.

People aren't stupid; they can tell who this museum was built for after just one walk around.

"It's really lively. I can hardly tell whether Ips is my partner or Austin's partner anymore," Li Yili said, crossing her legs and turning her gaze away.

"What does this have to do with you?" Alma looked at Li Yili. "Speaking of which, when you started your wishing bottle business, you mentioned the Instas Museum, saying that if you didn't believe it, you could go and take a look around the museum."

“Now it’s also related to Austin,” Li Yili’s lips curled up slightly, “After all, everyone witnessed God’s wrath. In any case, in the eyes of these Instas residents, the things in the museum are real, no longer lies made up by Austin and his ilk for their own vanity, so they…”

Li Yili tilted her head and pondered for a while before shrugging her shoulders.

"They couldn't wait to find their place in history, wanting to find satisfaction and self-esteem in it. After all, Instas, as the world's largest seaport, was supposedly home to the sea of ​​the dead with the most temples, but it was not blessed by the temples. Apart from the masks used by the working class, it had no special characteristics. Even if they were despised, they still wanted to be in a special place."

"In the end... they still got nothing," Alma sighed, gazing out the window at the Instas residents who formed a long line.

Li Yili pursed his lips. He subconsciously wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but when he thought about how they still supported Qi Ge's dream even in this situation, he swallowed back the sarcastic remark that was about to come out of his throat.

"Although it's a world made up of lies, at least they're happy now, and they seem more like human beings than they would be living in the real world."

Li Yili grabbed her travel bag, stood up, turned it around to her back, opened the carriage door, jumped down, and beckoned to Alma, "Let's go, Secretary Alma."

Alma subconsciously pouted, muttering something like, "Shouldn't he have reached out to help me up at this time?"

The carriage door gently fell to the ground.

"Are you going to wait in line?" Alma glanced at the long queue, estimated the number of people, and complained, "We probably won't be able to get in for at least an hour or two."

Li Yili shook her head helplessly, turned around, and pressed her hand to her chest.

"Secretary Alma, Secretary Alma, who am I? I am Levi Strauss Ist. Richard, the creator of the history beloved by the residents of Instas. Although I am very unhappy to be one of the creators, as the creator of history, I don't need to queue to see my own creation."

"Secretary Alma, let's go through the back door."

After saying that, Li Yili raised her hand and led Alma to the true back door of the Instas Museum.

"I thought you were going to walk out through the front door in front of all the Instas residents," Alma couldn't help but complain as she watched Li Yili start knocking on the back door. At the same time, she muttered to herself that the knocking was quite rhythmic, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, and it would pause from time to time.

"I only act ostentatiously when I can gain tangible benefits. Things like using my status to cut in line only ruin my reputation and bring me nothing. I don't do unprofitable deals. Hey—someone open the back door for me! I am Levi-Isti Richard, the head of Sheep Village Logistics!"

Because there was no response after knocking on the door for a while, Li Yili gradually lost her refined smile and started pounding on the back door in extreme frustration.