Lü Yongchang frowned slightly.
He curled his fingers and gently tapped his knuckles against the desk in front of him.
Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing exchanged a glance and instinctively held their breath.
Both could see the conflict on Lü Yongchang's face.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The crisp sound echoed through the office.
At that moment, Lü Yongchang was considering how to respond.
Should he intervene heavily in the Proxima Centauri Humans Civilization and help them rebuild, or... leave the Proxima Centauri Humans Civilization to develop on its own?
As Chief Scientist, Lü Yongchang naturally understood that the Proxima Centauri Humans Civilization had entered extremely dangerous territory.
It was only half a step away from total destruction.
Granted, he could lend a hand, but in some respects, that would not be a good thing for the Proxima Centauri Humans Civilization.
Perhaps, with remote assistance from the Human Fleet, the Proxima Centauri Humans Civilization could weather this crisis and return to a path of steady development.
But what about afterward?
He could not stay online forever like a robot, constantly answering inquiries from a dozen or even several dozen light-years away.
Moreover, from Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing's accounts, Lü Yongchang had keenly sensed the enormous problems lurking within the Proxima Centauri Humans Civilization.
They had too little accumulated experience.
Since most of those who had stayed behind belonged to the younger generation, the Proxima Centauri Humans had no experience of the Earth Era, and their approaches to solving various problems were painfully unpracticed.
For an interstellar civilization, that was fatal.
If even naturally raised people were like this, the communally raised people were in an even worse position.
Compared with the naturally raised people on Proxima Centauri, the communally raised population was like a pristine blank sheet of paper. As they