After hearing Zhang He's words, Ling Feng glanced at him: "You mean, you want me to build a school here to train my own technical talents?"
"Exactly!"
Zhang He nodded: "People from Shallow Blue Star, Panlong Nation, and the new city in outer space can all be recruited as talent."
"But these people come from agricultural societies; they don't understand basic physics and chemistry!"
Ling Feng scratched his head and continued: "It'll take at least a few years of training to turn them into technicians."
"That's not necessarily true!"
Zhang He shook his head, pointing towards the factory: "There are over a hundred people recruited from Shallow Blue Star here, and in just over a month, some have mastered the use of forklifts, others have learned welding. Acquiring skills and understanding the principles go hand in hand, but you don't necessarily need to understand the principles first to operate!"
"Wow, I didn't expect you to have a whole theory of it!"
