"That was excellent preaching just now," Shi Dong told Ye Qingxuan on the stage. "You are gifted as a bishop. You really don't want to join the Church? I can guarantee that you will be the one that will probably sit on the throne of the Pope among all cardinal bishops by the time when you are 50. You may be the one to provide the flesh body of the next King Red."
"Spare me. I'm not interested in digging out my brain and soaking it in a jar." Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "Is it really possible to finish with a month?"
"Yes, if we build a simple one. We can upgrade it in the future," Shi Dong answered. "We lack too many instruments here. That will save us a lot of trouble. And I think there was something you didn't tell him: without maintenance and upgrading after it's built, what he'll have will be the shell of a ship with the main artillery."