Alien Construction Site

The Former University of Science and Technology, Dean's Office.

The entire room was dim, with lights of various colors floating on the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, like a giant screen in a dark cinema.

All the floor-to-ceiling windows were divided into three screens from left to right.

The leftmost screen showed a lunar mining operation. The illuminated industrial area on the lunar surface looked somewhat rudimentary. Swarms of transport trucks lined up, coming and going. Trucks carried cargo boxes of different colors, with most of the outward-bound boxes being gold, filled to the brim with Moon Gold Coins.

Over the past few months, 36 such lunar mining sites had been opened, with another 12 under construction. Supporting facilities like smelting plants, logistics centers, laboratories, and residential areas numbered over a hundred.

More than 30,000 teachers were working on the lunar surface, along with 5,000 human astronauts stationed there. Among them, 1,000 students were from the Interstellar Exploration Academy, making it a bustling scene.

The middle screen was a fiery orange-red, clearly depicting the rugged, rubble-strewn surface of Mars. It resembled a Gobi Desert, but ten times more desolate.

Dozens of probes of different models were active in the red valleys. Some resembled traditional old Martian rovers, but with solar panels five times larger, greedily absorbing sunlight.

Others looked like giant metal spiders, more agile than bharals, crawling on steep rock faces to collect samples. There was also a small transport unit with two wheeled legs, and excavation probes, not visible on screen, were digging ceaselessly in deep wells in the distance.

These were all probes that Song He had funded. After a long journey, they had reached Mars, where they were initially establishing a Martian base camp and simultaneously exploring and collecting data.

Thousands of probes had reached Mars and Venus, with thousands more en route and thousands under construction.

The number of probes that had landed on Mars and Venus was unprecedentedly large. Human exploration of Venus and Mars had always suffered from insufficient funding, with only a few probes dispatched every few years before lapsing into inactivity. Never before had such a massive, coordinated effort been undertaken.

But this was merely an appetizer, the scouts paving the way. After they collected preliminary data, larger, more advanced probes would swarm in. Song He had already allocated two trillion for the exploration of Venus and Mars, and significant further investment was certain.

The screen on the far right returned to a stark black and white palette. The black was the deep night sky, and the white was the construction site of the Space City.

Two major construction sites were visible on the screen. The closer one was the new Space City, where thousands of teachers floated back and forth, building the city's modules in a chaotic yet orderly fashion, like bees building a hive.

In a corner of the screen, another Space City could be seen in the distance. On its edge, a massive space battleship was taking shape, its main frame and outer shell outlines visible. This was the Moon Battleship, being built at a furious pace, its construction difficulty even greater than that of the Space City, with tens of thousands of teachers working on site.

The entire Dean's Office, with the lunar mining operation on the left, the Mars construction site in the middle, and the Space City and Moon Battleship construction sites on the right, showcased vast space engineering projects operating day and night, exuding a breathtaking beauty.

Song He sat at his desk, engrossed in processing school documents and company reports.

When he felt tired, he would look up at the alien construction sites on the floor-to-ceiling windows, which were incredibly stress-relieving and invigorating. He had been living this busy yet satisfying life for the past few months.

The office door suddenly opened, and Xiang Xiaotong returned, her neck covered in sweat.

"Did you see it?" Xiang Xiaotong shook her phone in her hand.

"See what?" Song He turned his head to look at the phone screen placed beside him. "There's no news?"