To the point that she’s still feeling a bit dizzy now.
Interstellar Civilization!
Even if the boss said they’ve only contacted one civilization, that’s still an Interstellar Civilization!
What this represents goes without saying!
Any random piece of technology could bring unimaginably huge benefits to Human Civilization right now!
Let alone the current threat from the universe—even without it, this kind of opportunity would bring earth-shaking changes to the boss and the entire civilization.
Three questions, and they’re almost all ideal results.
At this mont, Ji Mingshu feels like she’s holding a royal flush, but has no idea how to play the hand.
Looking at the boss in front of her, she doesn’t know if she should marvel at his magic, or at her own luck.
Maybe a bit more of the latter.
eting the boss is, indeed, the greatest luck of her life!
"Boss, your idea to contact the teorite Crisis Response Departnt is absolutely correct." Ji Mingshu forces herself to calm down, her powerful brain working at high speed, and she completely agrees with Shen Yu’s thinking. "We now have enough cards in hand to bring huge and irreplaceable benefits. We can absolutely go for maximum benefit."
Huge benefits sotis bring huge danger.
But at the sa ti, they can also bring huge security.
Especially when they’re truly irreplaceable.
Shen Yu thinks the sa way. The flexibility brought by the Gray Mist Space, as well as its all-powerfulness, is also one of their safety guarantees.
"Given the current situation, directly contacting the teorite Crisis Response Departnt won’t be easy." Ji Mingshu continues, "Even if we fra it as a donation, it’ll be hard. If I’m right, there must be tons of offers already, all intending to donate, help, or support."
Shen Yu nods.
He’d already thought about this.
Don’t underestimate the intelligence of those who control resources.
Even if they’re stupid, soone under them will definitely be smart.
Anyone with eyes can see that, in a monster disaster like this, the state holds much more power than any other force. Even if social order collapses, not to ntion if it hasn’t yet, military protection will always be the greatest security guarantee.
Everyone’s rushing to jump on the bandwagon.
And the Shen Group’s scale dostically—even if they donated every last bit, it wouldn’t make a splash.
At best, maybe a departnt chief or even just a clerk cos by to accept it and say thank you.
"Then let’s throw out a feeler." Shen Yu said. "Tell exactly who it is. I’ll handle it myself."
"Yes." Ji Mingshu nodded lightly and stopped asking.
Although Shen Group’s developnt certainly couldn’t have been done without this elite secretary, there’s never been any confusion about who leads and who follows.
Shen Yu is still the decision maker.
Most of the ti, Ji Mingshu only makes suggestions and handles the execution.
"Let’s go, to the company. The employees do need so reassurance." Shen Yu turned and walked out.
For the past few hours, he’d exchanged gifts with the two other Shen Yus.
Martial Artist Shen Yu gave him a cultivation technique he’d practiced himself; he’d try it out tonight.
As for interstellar world Shen Yu—he’d given him a personal terminal he downloaded so stuff into before coming back!
It’s on Shen Yu’s wrist now, a snug wrist guard, almost weightless.
But this wrist guard from the interstellar era is obviously extraordinary.
A quantum chip, with processing power that crushes all of this era’s supercomputers, plus ridiculously powerful software—as an external terminal, it could compete with others’ internal terminals, and it ca with so "not-so-legit" tricks, specially installed by interstellar world Shen Yu.
In short, for this era, this little gadget is practically a "myth" co true!
...
Just as Shen Yu was fiddling with his gift in the car, at a certain location in Coastal City, a group of people had just finished a eting.
If anyone saw the eting’s participants, they’d be utterly shocked.
Every single one was a leader in their field in all sectors of Coastal City.
The level of importance here—previously, this would have been blasted on the city’s evening news for three days straight!
But now, it’s all silent: no reporters, no caras. Most people wore heavy expressions, walking in haste.
Huang Jingrong was the initiator of this eting.
He is the chief in charge of Coastal City’s teorite Crisis Departnt.
He’s just turned forty-six this year, right in his pri.
But even so, this eting has left him exhausted in body and mind.
To outsiders, he’s on top of the world now, but as soone who knows the truth, he can’t find any joy in his heart.
—Of the three known crisis zones, not a single one has been resolved!
Yes, not even one!
The disaster that broke out today in West Country goes without saying, but the gray-white ring organisms first discovered in Northern Alliance aren’t fully eliminated either. Even unconventional small weapons failed; the biggest one’s grown over five kiloters long, still tunneling underground, still expanding, and there’s no effective solution in sight.
And the tiny eyeball creatures found in the neighboring country—not only are they tiny and hidden, but most importantly, every ti one succeeds in making a person kill themselves, it breeds in the victim’s eyes and produces two new monsters!
This horrifying reproduction speed—especially in a densely populated area—ans the deaths are far beyond what’s being reported. So scenes are too grueso to look at, and they’ve already invaded our borders!
Besides that, analyzing all recently fallen teorites shows at least two have landed in remote areas, suspected to be from Planet Zero!
That’s even more unknown, and fills everyone with dread.
"Xiao Xu, this is the first ti I’ve realized this city is much more beautiful than I ever thought." He gazed at Coastal City under the night, its lights glittering, and said with a sigh.
The secretary called Xiao Xu glanced out the window too.
His eyes were lost as well.
The city nightscape we used to take for granted, these lights representing civilization and prosperity—how much longer can they last?
Just imagining this city turning into ruins, corpses everywhere, makes his brain go numb and a suffocating feeling swell up inside.
"That’s why we have to fight, no—we have to give it our all!" Huang Jingrong turned and clapped his secretary’s shoulder. "This ti, it’s not for profit, status, or any other external thing. It’s for survival! My life is already half over, but you’re still young. My children are even younger than you!"
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