New York.
The New York Times building.
The door of the editor's office was pushed open, and a curly-haired man in a black suit walked in. He threw a stack of documents on the desk closest to the door.
"Anders, this is a poll on the Ares program. I want you to integrate it into your next interview and give it to me before you get off work."
"Okay, boss."
The man named Anders quickly took the document. He licked his finger and quickly flipped through the document.
Even though this seemed unhygienic, it was a habit of his. Whenever there was a big piece of news that excited him, he would do this, even if it was an electronic document.
Anders read the poll data and sat up straight. He spoke with a hint of excitement and disbelief.
"… Unbelievable, the support rate of the current government increased by 14.3%."
Editor-in-chief Duke sat down at his desk and took out a document from his drawer. He quickly wrote something on the document with a pen and grinned.
"Yeah, the people are very interested in the Ares program and the volunteer selection. Columbia TV has contacted us, and they plan on doing a talk show."
Anders looked up and said, "Talk show? Who? "
Duke: "Of course it's the three lucky people, volunteers for the Ares program."
Anders' eyes widened in surprise. He stood up with his hands on the table and said in disbelief, "Oh, sh * t, have the three lucky people been chosen?"
Duke: "They were selected last week, but it's not time to announce it yet. My old friend at NASA told me that three astronauts are already undergoing training in the Arizona desert, including basic spaceflight skills … and some necessary common sense. "
Anders asked unwillingly, "Are they all ordinary people?"
Duke: "Apparently, two of them are ordinary people, and one is a professional."
Anders shook his head and sighed. "… Okay, looks like I didn't get selected. Damn it … This is the first time I've seen volunteers pay. What a waste of my $100 USD. I was hoping to be the first journalist in history to land on Mars, but it looks like I don't have a chance. "
Duke, who was in a good mood, smiled and encouraged, "Not necessarily. This is just the first wave of colonists. There will be many more opportunities in the future."
Just as the two were chatting, the office door was suddenly pushed open.
Duke, who was sitting behind his desk, frowned when he saw the lady walk in hastily.
"Camille, you forgot to knock."
"Sorry, but that's not the point at all." Camille, who had blonde hair, quickly walked to Duke's desk in her high heels. She opened the laptop on the desk and pushed it in front of Duke, the editor-in-chief, as she said, "Big news from across the ocean! Trust me, this will definitely make the headlines tomorrow! "
Looking at Camil's excited face, Duke was slightly taken aback, and his expression gradually became serious.
Camil was no longer a newcomer to the company.
Based on his previous impression of her, she had always given him the feeling that she was the more mature type. Now that she was so excited, it must be some incredible news.
Duke quickly pulled the laptop closer and looked at the electronic draft on the screen. Within ten seconds, he froze.
When he came back to his senses, he immediately said.
"Is the news reliable?"
"The news is absolutely reliable!" Camille said excitedly, "I contacted an old friend in Beijing and confirmed with him that China did hold a related meeting yesterday. The news published on the official websites of the China National Space Administration and the State Administration for National Defense is definitely not a smokescreen!"
Anders, who was sitting behind his desk, asked, "What is the news?"
Camille: "In response to our Ares program, China announced a plan to build a space station in lunar orbit. Apparently, it's called the Moon Palace!"
Moon Palace?
What a strange pronunciation.
However, what surprised Anders wasn't the pronunciation, but …
"Are they crazy? Do they even know what a space station is? "
"I don't know! I mean, I don't know if they know or not. "Camille took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She looked at Editor-in-Chief Duke excitedly and said," But there is no doubt that this news will definitely make tomorrow's headlines! "
Duke stared at the electronic draft on his laptop for a long time and took a deep breath. He looked at Camil and spoke with a trembling voice.
"Well done, you did a great job!"
He looked more and more excited. He even thought about tomorrow's headline and the content of the article.
They just landed on the Moon, and they want to build a space station in lunar orbit?
Other than overestimating themselves, what else could be used to describe their opponent on the other side of the Pacific Ocean?
…
Once the news that China was going to build a space station in lunar orbit was made public, it immediately caused an uproar around the world.
Not just The New York Times, but many newspapers in North America, including The Washington Post, reported on this news.
Compared to the impact of a manned moon landing, this news was obviously more topical. After all, building a space station on the Moon was much more difficult than sending a lunar module to the Moon.
Even the Americans were still in the research stage, and it wouldn't be officially launched until 2022.
There was no doubt that in the eyes of most Americans, China's announced plan was simply ridiculous.
They haven't even learned how to walk, and they're already learning how to run? Is this realistic?
Newspapers in North America were a little more restrained when reporting this news. However, some talk shows weren't stingy with their mockery.
Of course, even though the North American media ridiculed China for overestimating themselves, they didn't make it too obvious.
After all, with Skyglow as an example, even the more radical media didn't dare to use the opinions of NASA experts to say that China's lunar orbit space station program would definitely fail.
Even though the probability of failure was as high as 80%.
What was interesting was that the most ferocious criticism didn't come from abroad, but rather from China.
Lu Zhou wondered if he had offended someone, but he couldn't be bothered to care.
Even if he offended someone, it wouldn't affect him.
Most people still had brains.
As for brainless people …
It had nothing to do with him.
After he returned to Jinling, his life gradually became busy, and he didn't have the energy to pay attention to the Internet.
He was sitting in his office, reading some documents. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.
Lu Zhou put down his pen and looked up. He then shouted through the door.
"Who is it?"
"Xu Wenhao from the Institute of Biochemistry, reporting!"
When Lu Zhou heard the knocking, he almost laughed out loud.
Is he here to put on an act? Or is he here for something?
Lu Zhou thought about the mission he gave him before he went to Beijing. He coughed and adjusted the expression on his face before he spoke.
"Come in."
The office door was pushed open, and Xu Wenhao, who was said to be Lu Zhou's fan, walked in with a stack of documents in his hand.
"Professor, the test results are here, and the rest of the samples are here!"
When Lu Zhou saw this young man put the test results and the rest of the samples on his desk, Lu Zhou felt a little embarrassed.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Not at all, not at all." Xu Wenhao smiled and scratched his head. He then said, "Um … Can you give me an autograph? Just sign your name on this reference book on electrochemistry. "
As he spoke, he magically took out a reference book on electrochemistry principles from his back.
Lu Zhou was dumbfounded. He calmed himself down and said, "Okay then, give it to me."
Xu Wenhao smiled and handed the book over. "Okay then."
An autograph was a piece of cake for Lu Zhou. He signed a lot of things in a day.
When Lu Zhou took out a pen from the pen holder, he flipped through his reference book. He saw that it was filled with notes, so he asked, "What is it?"
He asked, "You're studying electrochemistry by yourself?"
Xu Wenhao smiled and said, "Yeah, I think I can work hard and try to get into the Institute of Computational Materials."
The Institute of Biochemistry was a research unit that was separated from the Institute of Computational Materials. Even though it had a lot of research funding, it wasn't as popular as the Institute of Computational Materials.
After all, the Institute of Biochemistry was a new research unit, while the Institute of Computational Materials was one of the birthplaces of computational materials science in the world. Many Chinese computational materials scholars wanted to get into the Institute of Computational Materials. Even many PhD graduates from famous foreign universities wanted to get into the Institute of Computational Materials.
For the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study, most of the PhD and master's students who got into the Institute of Biochemistry were motivated to get into the Institute of Computational Materials.
Anyway, the biochemical materials industry was basically the same. If possible, they would choose the one that was more comfortable.
Lu Zhou knew what Xu Wenhao was thinking. He smiled and shook his head. He then wrote his name on the title page of the book.
Suddenly, he remembered something, and he said, "I remember your field is biochemistry, right?"
Xu Wenhao didn't expect his idol to notice a nobody like him. He was flattered and nodded.
"Yeah."
Lu Zhou put down the pen in his hand and spoke.
"Actually, you don't have to get into the Institute of Computational Materials. The Institute of Biochemistry will be one of the key areas of development for the Institute for Advanced Study."
Xu Wenhao paused for a second. His eyes widened as he said excitedly, "Really?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Lu Zhou smiled and threw the signed reference book back into Xu Wenhao's hand. He stood up and patted Xu Wenhao on the shoulder. "Young man, do your best."
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