Mars colony, cleaning warehouse.
Braith put a cart of mops and brooms into the warehouse, hastily signed his name on the tablet terminal, and locked the door of the warehouse.
He had been doing cleaning for a while now.
It was worth mentioning that Celestial Trade didn't ask him to do any work. He volunteered to do all these jobs. After all, in this environment, work became a pastime. If there was nothing to do, even if there were a lot of entertainment facilities in the base, it would drive people crazy.
The Xin people wouldn't allow him to touch sensitive jobs, so only the cleaning and F&B departments were left for him to work in.
After living on Mars for more than half a year, Braith had basically adapted to life here.
To be honest, his feelings for the colony were quite complicated.
He witnessed with his own eyes how the colony gradually regained its advantage from the offensive of the Devil Worms and how it tenaciously developed and grew under harsh conditions …
Admiration?
Perhaps a little.
But Braith knew very well that the feelings in his heart were probably more of awe.
The more he interacted, the more he realized what a terrifying opponent his country was facing. Even the prehistoric species more than three billion years ago were not enough to defeat them. Even the barren Mars couldn't stop their pace of development. What else could really stop or threaten them?
Braith also paid attention to the election recently.
If possible, he hoped that John Kennedy would come to power and, as promised during the campaign, push the UA to join the Earth Defense Alliance. Contrary to the views of nationalists, he didn't think it was a compromise to the loss of hegemony, but a compromise to history.
After work, Braith was about to go to the bar for a drink.
Just then, the indicator light on his watch flickered slightly.
Braith took out a Bluetooth headset from his pocket and stuffed it into his ear.
"Hello?"
"Come to my office." Without any unnecessary nonsense, Hong Zewei, the governor of the Mars colony, went straight to the point.
…
"How's the memory reading going?"
"Very smooth." Dr. Amos smiled and said, "The sequelae have almost been overcome. I'm going to apply to return to Celestial City in the near future."
"There's a flight in two days. You can hitch a ride." Hong Zewei laughed.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the two ended the conversation at the same time.
"Then I'll go first."
"Alright, you can go about your business."
Amos simply tidied up the documents on the table, put them back into the sealed document bag, and walked to the door.
The trapdoor moved to the side. Braith, who was standing outside the office, brushed past Dr. Amos, who was walking out of the office, and entered the office.
Hong Zewei looked at the astronaut standing in front of his desk. He smiled and spoke.
"What do you think? Have you gotten used to it for the past six months? "
"I'm used to it." Braith nodded and said helplessly, "Just a little homesick."
"I'll tell you a piece of good news. The day after tomorrow, flights between Celestial City and the Mars colony will officially start. Although it's not open to the public for the time being, we've decided to let you board the ship first out of consideration for the friendship between our two countries. You and your companions will be able to return home soon. "
Braith was slightly taken aback, and then an ecstatic expression appeared on his face.
"Is what you said true? We can go home in two days? "
"Of course it's real." Hong Zewei smiled and said, "Except for the spy that we can't release for the time being, all of you can go home! Go back and pack your things. "
"I have to tell my companions the good news immediately. Also, thank you! "Braith said sincerely.
"You're welcome. Go." Hong Zewei smiled.
…
Amy Kassem was a reporter for the Washington Post.
The recent arrival of SS Origin in the Kuiper Belt caused a magnitude 3 earthquake in the entire UA society. From the financial community to ordinary civilians, everyone knew about it. Everyone was discussing the impact this would have on the future of the UA and even humanity.
Following the trend of public opinion, and also at the request of the editor-in-chief, Amy was recently writing a report on SS Origin and Celestial Trade's aerospace technology. Just as she was thinking hard about the documents on the computer, there was a knock on the door of the office.
"Come in."
The door opened, and her immediate boss, editor-in-chief Wood, came in.
"Stop all the work at hand. I have another more important job waiting for you to deal with."
"I don't understand. What is more important than SS Origin?" Amy leaned back in her chair and took a sip of coffee. She crossed her arms and said.
"Of course it's the UA election."
"Oh God," Amy sighed exaggeratedly. Ai Mi sighed exaggeratedly, "The entire American media is reporting on this farce. Even if one of the problematic candidates has a scandal with someone, we can't use this to attract more attention. People are already numb. Should you reconsider — "
"The flight between Celestial City and Mars will open at the end of the year, and the UA astronauts stranded on Mars are about to return home. Another is the diplomatic meeting between John Kennedy and the Xin ambassador some time ago, and they had many private exchanges. I hope you can report these two events together. "Wood put his two index fingers together." Do you understand what I mean? "
"You mean." Amy frowned slightly, then her eyes lit up. "Give the credit to Mr. Kennedy for the return of the astronauts? And the private exchange, is the source reliable? "
"No, no, no, you misunderstood." Wood interrupted Amy's words, stared into the eyes of the top reporter, smiled, and emphasized again, "Celestial Trade is going to give this credit to John Kennedy. Do you understand what I mean?"
Amy Kassem's eyes turned, and she suddenly had a look of realization. "I understand what you mean."
"Do your best."
Seeing that his subordinate was so sensible, Wood didn't say anything more. He grinned with satisfaction, patted her on the shoulder, and left the office.
When he reached a secluded place, Wood took a deep breath, took out the phone from his pocket, and dialed the strange number.
The phone rang twice, and soon the other side picked up.
"I've already settled the matter. The report will be written by Amy Kassem, our top reporter. I've already done as you requested. Do you think … "
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Wood." The hoarse voice on the other end of the phone had a hint of a smile. "I promise that as long as you do as we say, no one will know about your deal with Senator Davis …"
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