Half an hour later, Mo Jingchun and Qin Yuzhu stood up and shook hands.
Looking at Qin Yuzhu, whose mood was still heavy, Mo Jingchun didn't know what else he could say to comfort her.
After all, Qin Yuzhu was thinking of the bigger picture. Her concern was for the people of the entire country.
Mo Jingchun thought differently. If they truly faced an enemy they couldn't defeat, and humanity's survival was beyond saving, his first thought would be to leave with his people.
As the saying went, as long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
As long as people were still alive, there would be hope.
Even if they were up against a powerful civilization, given enough time, Mo Jingchun would naturally surpass them in technological capability.
Then it wouldn't be too late to get revenge.
Of course, Mo Jingchun kept these thoughts to himself. He wouldn't say them aloud, much less tell Qin Yuzhu.
"Come on, let's go downstairs and eat."
Qin Yuzhu had wanted to refuse. She wanted to hurry back and report on her work, as well as submit Mo Jingchun's application to conduct controlled nuclear fusion experiments to her superiors.
If... if Mo Jingchun's controlled nuclear fusion experiment succeeded,
the entire course of human civilization would be transformed.
The Interstellar Era would truly be upon them.
From that perspective, the higher-ups were very likely to approve Mo Jingchun's experiment.
For some reason, from the lowest ranks to the highest, everyone had developed an inexplicable faith in Mo Jingchun.
Any project Mo Jingchun made public was practically a done deal.
As they came down from the second-floor study, Qin Yuzhu looked at the table laden with food and said, flattered, "You're too kind. There are only four of us. There's