Industrial Cthulhu doesn't believe in the end times.

Chapter 14 Parking Inspection!
Giving a plan, an action, or a project a unique code name is not just about making it sound good.

This naming mechanism is essentially an innovative tool for addressing complex management needs. It incorporates pragmatic considerations and is based on a long-standing tradition. ASEAN has a penchant for naming projects of this level after elements from traditional mythology, with the Chang'e program being a prime example.

This not only standardizes management and facilitates the establishment of standardized archives, but also simplifies information and enhances information security.

Most importantly, this helps to form an organizational culture and facilitates psychological management. The Kuafu Project has been made public, while the Sun Chasing Project, as its core, is open to all departments involved in the entire project according to the level of confidentiality.

With the revelation of these two names, a sense of tension spread, and although the members inside the office continued to perform their duties, they could not help but feel this sense of urgency.

There was no time to lose; a small blackboard had already been placed at the entrance of the large conference room, with the date marked on it in red chalk.

September 15, 2*30.

There are 30 days left—and this 30-day countdown is almost over.

"Advisor Su, it's time to rest, it's very late."

Su Xun glanced at the brightly lit office and shook his head: "Let's wait a bit longer, until I finish this part."

This is one of Su Xun's more important tasks recently: to compile a post-apocalyptic survival manual. This needs to be written as soon as possible, and printing it out will take a lot of effort.

This can only be done in paper form. After the spiritual impact of the Great Cataclysm, not many electronic devices could survive, so paper books have a better chance of being preserved for a longer period of time.

"Okay... I'll go prepare some food for you, but you have to listen to me on this. You need to sleep for at least three hours tonight, so you'll have more energy for work tomorrow, right?"

The person who spoke up to advise Su Xun was Jiang Yi, the personal assistant that Shao Xuezhen had assigned to Su Xun. She was young and held several doctoral degrees. Su Xun didn't know what Shao Xuezhen was thinking in assigning such a young and outstanding girl to his side, but he really couldn't have any other thoughts about her during this period of time.

Fortunately, Jiang Yi is highly professional and generally never disturbs Su Xun's work. In fact, apart from personal issues, she can also help Su Xun with many work-related matters.

For example, much of the content in the manual that Su Xun is currently compiling was dictated by him and typed by Jiang Yi, and finally converted into text. Su Xun's role at this time is more about reviewing and revising, organizing these scattered contents according to his own ideas.

Ultimately, those who can enter this seaside base now are the elite of the elite, and the least capable among them may actually be Su Xun, who is still practicing how to write.

If you lack ability, make up for it with perseverance. Su Xun didn't want to hold this group back. Everyone who came to this office knew the true information about the apocalypse.

In reality, everyone in front of them knew that there was a high probability that they would not survive. They were a group of people who had already been sentenced to death, and the word "knowing" was the cruelest verdict for them.

But these people still came here without hesitation, giving up their last chance to spend this month with their loved ones so that more people could survive.

For what? For material things? Don't be ridiculous, the office only provides food and drinks, no salary.

Is it for the sake of one's future?

What future can a dead person have?

Everyone here is an idealist. They have come from among billions of people to fight for the survival of many more.

If we really have to say what it's for, it's probably for self-actualization—indeed, in terms of significance, only a very few eras and events throughout history can compare to it.

After drinking the hot porridge that Jiang Yi brought, Su Xun heard some exciting news.

"Advisor Su! The room-temperature superconductor has been successfully replicated in the laboratory! It's a success!"

A round of applause erupted in the office. Su Xun let out a long sigh of relief. He knew that his idea was correct, but he couldn't help but worry. The later the replication of this thing was completed, the slower the development of related equipment would be. A month may seem like a long time, but not a single second could be wasted.

In places unseen by us, countless people are also working hard for this plan.

Now, this creation, which has long only appeared in science fiction novels, has finally been born on this land, which is a great boost to the morale of the entire nation.

"Good, good! Accelerate industrial production and urge the research institute to produce communication equipment with superconductors as the core as soon as possible, and start the transformation work of the Third Front Project!"

Orders were issued from the office and drifted into the distance in the dead of night.

Under Jiang Yi's worried gaze, Su Xun finally stood up. "Alright, you should try to rest more too, there's no need for you to stay up with me."

"This is my job."

Stepping out of the office, the countdown on the blackboard had already reached 29 days.

"what time is it?"

"2:34."

Su Xun nodded and strolled back to his dormitory.

In May, the nights in Binhai City were already quite cool, and it would get light around 4 a.m. every day. However, Su Xun wasn't going to push himself to the brink of death; he at least wanted to live until the apocalypse and awaken his superpowers.

Sleeping until six o'clock is considered quite healthy within the base.

Seeing Jiang Yi all dressed up and even wearing light makeup as she went out, Su Xun sighed.

This group of people is not only excellent, but they are also incredibly hardworking. It's impossible to beat them. What can be done?

"Consultant Su, I brought you breakfast. Would you like to eat it in the cafeteria or in the office?"

"The office! Let's go, let's get to work!"

While they were eating, a private car drove by on the road on the other side of the mountain outside the base. Two men were looking around, one of them taking pictures with his phone.

Is there really a problem here?

"It's hard to say yet. Let's go further in and take a look. If I remember correctly, the intersection ahead leads to a military port." The driver, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced over the dense forest on the mountain.

"ASEAN is now on high alert. If we get captured now, I'm afraid..."

"What's there to be afraid of? We can just say we were just passing through. We're not from out of town, so it'll make sense."

The person holding the phone, though worried, nodded.

That's right. Although ASEAN issued a mobilization order, it did not actually implement large-scale mandatory control, and civilian militarization training was carried out in batches.

There is still some freedom. As veterans who have made several 'transactions', the two of them are quite aware of the situation.

A drone silently flew overhead, its camera already locked onto the private car.

As they approached the intersection, they could see from afar that a checkpoint had been set up, and soldiers in civilian clothes were being inspected and preparing to pass through.

"Wait a minute, why are there soldiers at this intersection?"

"Don't panic, let's drive there normally. As long as we know there are people guarding this place, we can sell this video for a good price."

"Oh, right, include the person going through security in the photo."

The car drove by at a leisurely pace, and the man in the passenger seat made eye contact with the soldier standing at the intersection.

"What are you doing! Stop the car for inspection!!"

"Don't stop, keep going!"

The driver stepped on the gas, and then was horrified to see the man in civilian clothes and leather shoes running at breakneck speed, faster than the sentry beside him, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up with the moving car.

"Hold the grass!!!"

(End of this chapter)