After three full days of discussion, the Space Colonization Summit that attracted global attention finally came to an end.
Almost all the people in the world were waiting for the results of this conference.
Colonizing Himalia, just from the sound of it, was an exciting thing.
People were sitting in front of their TVs, computers, or mobile phones in their hands. They were waiting for the reporters at the entrance of the conference center to see what role their country would play in this space colonization craze.
In the lobby of a roadside restaurant, oil workers who had just come down from the oil well were eating. The TV hanging in the middle of the lobby happened to be playing the news in this regard. Watching the CCTV reporter's report on the other side of the TV screen, a man with a crew cut drank a small glass of wine and raised his eyebrows.
"There are a total of fifty places, why are there so few?"
"There are only two hundred places in total. Fifty is a lot. Also, weren't these things sent over in batches? I just don't know who's going, haha. " The colleague who was drinking with him said with a smile. He was quite proud that his country could send astronauts to such a distant place.
"Yeah, it's so far from home, what's the point of going there?" Another person sitting next to him also sighed, but the focus of his concern was completely different. Although he didn't have a specific feeling about how far Jupiter was, he was clear that it was "very, very far". "I hope we don't have to fight there again."
"Hey, come on, even if there is a chance, you can't go there. The minimum education requirement is an undergraduate, and you have to go to the Xin Astronaut Training Center for training first. If you go, can you even learn how to fly a rocket? "The person next to him joked at the same time.
"Why can't I learn? Anyway, the official language there is also Mandarin." The man's face turned red as he said, "Digging wells, collecting gas, I might even know more than those people."
"Haha, Old Wu, keep bragging."
There was cheerful laughter at this table, and the topic quickly changed from news to the embarrassing things Old Wu did when he first came to the unit.
On the other side, there was also a table full of men with glasses and slightly dressed. They were also staring at the news on the TV while eating. When he saw the CEO of PetroChina being interviewed and saying that PetroChina would invest 20 billion Xin New dollars and said that the oil field would be built on Himalia, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"PetroChina invested 20 billion Xin New dollars … My God, these guys complain about being poor every day, how did they get so much money?"
Twenty billion Xin New dollars would be more than two hundred billion yuan.
Most people had only seen so much money on TV. The man clicked his tongue and let the shock in his heart ferment with this news for a while. What he didn't know was that because of the investment of 20 billion Xin New dollars, the stock price of PetroChina had soared in the stock market.
Oil production in Africa was enough to excite investors for a while, not to mention that they were about to build an oil well on Jupiter. Gamblers at the climax could not wait to push the stock index into outer space to vent their passion for investment.
On the other hand, in Europe in the western hemisphere, the people of Britain and France were also paying attention to this summit.
The pairs of eyes that looked at the TV screen were full of envy, suspicion, and even jealousy. But no matter what kind of feelings they had, the moment the summit ended, this new era that was about to begin had nothing to do with them.
"A total of 176 billion Xin New dollars has been invested. Including the 50 billion Xin New dollars invested by Future Bank, our budget for colonizing Himalia this time is quite adequate. According to the plan, we can first build a colony of 200 people on Europa and build life-support facilities such as water treatment stations, electrolysis water stations, and so on. After ensuring that we can maintain the oxygen, fresh water, and food consumption of 1,000 people in the Jupiter planetary system, we will send a second colony to Himalia. "
On the second day after the summit, in the headquarters of the Space Department, Calvin reported to Jiang Chen about the summit.
According to the contract signed between Celestial Trade and various countries, the Himalia colonization plan would be launched immediately at the end of the month, and all investment funds would be in place within a month. If Himalia's gas production could reach 500 million cubic meters per day within a year, the member states would further increase investment in accordance with the treaty.
500 million cubic meters of production per day was almost half of Russia's natural gas production. Although most countries were still skeptical about whether the natural gas production of the Himalia colony could reach this number, Jiang Chen was not too worried about this.
He had seen the gas reserve report from the Himalia outpost. Excluding the black alkane that permeated the pores of the surface rock formation, the gas reserves on the hundreds of large and small natural gas lakes were conservatively estimated to be hundreds of times more than the proven natural gas reserves on Earth.
As long as the two problems of transportation and large-scale exploitation were solved, not to mention 500 million cubic meters of natural gas per day, it was not impossible to double this number.
"The colonization plan will be implemented according to this plan." After a quick glance, Jiang Chen put aside the documents handed over by Calvin, and continued to ask, "At the Special Projects Research Institute, has the artificial cultivation of MW1 bacteria been solved?"
"There is no problem in cultivating on Himalia, but it is difficult to cultivate on Earth," Calvin replied.
"Have you found the reason?" Jiang Chen asked.
"The structure of MW1 bacteria is very special. It is quite resistant to cosmic radiation and low-pressure environments, but the requirements for gravity conditions are extremely harsh. If the gravity coefficient exceeds 0.1g, the metabolic level of this bacteria will begin to decline exponentially. When the gravity coefficient reaches 0.8g, the metabolism of MW1 bacteria will stop. If this bacteria is to be transplanted on Earth, its genotype must be improved, or the cultivation base must be built in the gravity-free section of Celestial City in the form of a space station. "Calvin repeated to Jiang Chen the original words of the researchers at the Special Projects Research Institute.
From a cost perspective, the idea of transplanting MW1 bacteria to Earth seemed a bit unrealistic. But it didn't matter. After all, the gas produced in Himalia would naturally be converted to black alkane on Himalia.
Jiang Chen then asked Calvin about the details of the construction of a total of 20 astronaut training centers in various member states, then he let him go and do his own work.
He looked at the time on his watch. It was already five o 'clock in the afternoon.
Just when Jiang Chen planned to go to the cafeteria for dinner and then return to his room to rest for a while, the indicator light on his watch flickered slightly.
He opened the holographic screen of the watch, and Lilith's image appeared beside him.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen looked at Lilith and asked.
"Lin Lin asked me to bring you a message. The research task you gave her has already produced results."
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