Vault 404, B4 Level.
Sun Yuechi walked through the blast door into the viewing room, looking puzzled at Chu Guang, who was sitting on the sofa.
"What is it? It's so late."
Ever since arriving in Dawn City, he had completely adapted to life there. On workdays, he worked nine to five, and on days off, he wandered all over Dawn City.
In his own words, Dawn City's prosperity was no worse than North Island in the southern seas. Its resources were clearly far less abundant than those around the equator, yet the people here had managed to create wonders with limited materials.
Especially when it came to food.
After trying pork trotter rice once, he had wanted to eat it three meals a day, lamenting that everything he had eaten over the past thirty years had practically been pig feed.
In his view, the only flaw of this settlement was its weak foundation. Perhaps because it had expanded too quickly, much of the supporting infrastructure had failed to keep pace.
As an expert in communications engineering, he had simply found a job at a local telecommunications company as a technical consultant, handling the deployment of communication base stations and channel planning. It was his own small contribution to rebuilding civilization.
As for Chu Guang, he had been busy planning the "Slime Mold Research Community" lately, mediating between the Enterprise, the Academy, the Legion, and a crowd of small fry clamoring for help from the big shots. He had no time to spare for the distant southern seas, and had even less contact with the former administrator of Vault 70, who had already stepped down.
Watching the confused Sun Yuechi sit down opposite him on the sofa, Chu Guang took out a holographic computer pen, placed it on the table,