Jinling.
Zhongshan International Villa Complex.
Sitting in his study, Lu Zhou, who had returned to Jinling only yesterday, received a call from the elder serving as chairman of the Lunar Orbital Construction Committee.
"...What exactly happened to the Moon Palace? How serious is it?"
Standing by the window, Lu Zhou smiled. "A minor problem. It's already been resolved."
The elder on the other end nodded and offered a solemn reminder in the tone of an elder.
"Even minor problems cannot be treated carelessly. As they say, haste makes waste. Stability matters more than speed. If necessary, push it back. We have plenty of time—we've waited over fifty years already, so another ten or twenty won't make a difference."
Lu Zhou's expression remained unchanged. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
"Good, as long as you know what you're doing." The elder smiled and continued. "I don't understand much about research. Other than helping you deal with a few minor troubles, there isn't much else I can do. Holding the position of chairman is merely necessary for decision-making. As for how things should be done, I'll have to rely on you."
The call was more or less over by then.
Afterward, the elder briefly asked a few pleasantries, such as, "How have you been lately?" "Has research been tiring?" and "Has your family been urging you to get married?" Other than Lu Zhou's slightly complicated expression when answering the last question, there was nothing particularly noteworthy.
After hanging up, Lu Zhou left the window and walked over to sit at his desk.
Although he did not know who had published that article, nor who was trying to muddy the waters...
What could it possibly change?
That person he had never met probably could not have imagined, even in his dreams, that