I ask you to build tractors, but you build rockets?

Li Wei:? ? !

"This, this is no, I can't..."

Even with Li Wei's calm personality and over fifty years of experience, he was still so shocked by this short sentence that he even started to stutter.

That's a moon landing, a moon landing!

No matter who is the first person to land on the moon, as long as he stands on it, it is a unique and important event that will leave a mark in the history of spaceflight.

Lin Ju: "Xinyuan Company's plan to go to the moon does not mean to plant a flag and leave a name like the Apollo program of the last century, but to truly develop the moon and find ways to obtain resources at a suitable profit.

This is a long-term process. Astronauts stationed on the moon may have to continue working for at least one year, two years, or even longer. Because of the existence of microgravity and forward space, physical fitness is not a limiting factor. What is important is Thought. "

"You mean..." Li Wei was silent for a second or two and figured out the key:

"I think there may be at most a dozen people on the moon in the future. At a distance of 380,000 kilometers from the Earth, the Earth has become only as big as a table tennis ball. This is a severe test for mental endurance;

It's so far away that even talking on the phone has to be delayed by three seconds, so you have to endure the loneliness. "

Lin Ju: "Yes, even submariners, who are most famous for their loneliness, can only cruise for a few months at a time. But for the sake of economy, astronauts on the moon have to stay for a long time, and a large proportion of them are professional engineers. These People, they don’t have the willpower of soldiers.

If there are no professional ideological guidance personnel, group thinking will fall into chaos. "

Professional ideological guidance personnel are obviously professional astronauts who have undergone rigorous training and have been carefully selected to be able to withstand loneliness and endure loneliness. They also have strong psychological qualities to guide others. It would be better if they have some prestige.

And Li Wei is obviously the most suitable candidate. With such a legend coming to sit on the moon base, why worry about people being uneasy.

I have to say that Lin Ju's statement successfully made Li Wei think that he was indeed very useful, and he hesitated for a while.

Seeing that his attitude was somewhat relaxed, Lin Ju continued to add fuel to the fire:

"With the current relationship between Xinyuan and the space agency, the base should be built together by then. It will be good for you wherever you go."

Li Wei: "It doesn't depend on me..."

"As long as you are willing, then let me find a solution. At worst, I will ask my superiors. I can't just watch the people at the Xinyuan Base being confused, right? This is to support us."

"Well……"

Hu Dong, who pricked up his ears and completely saw through the boss's little thoughts, suppressed his strong desire to turn his head and kept exclaiming in his heart about the boss's boldness.

This is to draw Li Wei into his camp and poach him. The image of Xinyuan's status in the hearts of the Chinese people will be completely different.

Like silently.

…

"Serev, Serev!"

"Here, I'm here!"

In a dilapidated bus on the street, a Russian aunt with an arm in the front seat who could run a horse and a waist wider than the seat shouted Serev's name in fluent Northeastern dialect.

At the back of the bus, a young man who looked too white and looked like a Caucasian but had Asian features hurriedly responded, retracting his realization that he was staring out the window, and walked forward with a sad military green backpack.

When he reached the door, the bus stopped.

The aunt patted Serev's shoulder with her thick hands like bear paws, took out a piece of red sausage from the bag next to the seat and stuffed it into the hands of the young man in retro clothing.

"The Chinese people I know are relatively wealthy, and their international students are always generous, but you are different. I admire your children who are willing to travel around the world. I hope Volgograd is your last stop. I wish you good luck. young people."

"Thank you, I will remember you"

The young man did not refuse the aunt's kindness, and he was indeed not too good now. He took the red sausage and got off the No.77 bus.

Serev, a Chinese born in Fengtian, is a 23-year-old graduate of Aircraft Power Engineering from Harbing University of Engineering. When his family was on a trip to graduation, they were involved in a car accident. Everyone except himself fell into a river and froze to death. So he gave up his job and traveled around the world after graduation.

Of course, the real Serev had long been lost in the ice and snow and froze to death in the wilds of Ermao a week ago. Now, the person who succeeded him is Sergey Pavlovich Korolev.

Serev, wearing wrinkled clothes and without a penny on his body, climbed out of the ice and snow and walked to the roadside. He met a kind-hearted hunter and took him to the nearest town.

Relying on his fluent Russian, Serev managed to get some money through illegal work, read 60 years of history in detail, and grieved for a long time.

He wanted to visit Kiev, but it was no longer his familiar hometown, nor was it the alliance's important industrial production base that could produce rockets, missile fighters, aircraft carriers, battleships, and large aircraft.

He used his last money to come to Volgograd, preparing to do something for Sergei Korolev one last time.

Volgograd, formerly its name was Dzhugashviligrad.

Here there used to be a statue of Joseph Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili, but before his death it was removed and replaced by that of Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov Statue, which is the largest statue in the world commemorating someone.

On this day, under the bus platform of Ilyich Canal Station, people noticed a young man with an oriental face bowing his head in silence for a long time in front of the statue of Ilyich.

They had seen this kind of thing too much and had long since become numb, so they did not pay much attention to it.

Serev did not stay in Volgograd for too long, because when his consciousness arrived here, he still had a tourist ticket drawn by the lieutenant general. He could exchange it with a dealer in Volgograd, and the destination was Shuchuan.

That night, Serev took a piece of red sausage and landed at Chengdu Tianfu International Airport when the Progress detached from the Tiangong Space Station and began to slow down.

More than an hour later, Serev got out of the taxi and raised his hand to look at the huge base 100 meters ahead.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

The concierge, who was wearing a coat and was a bit unceremonious, stared at the young man who was dressed in retro clothes and gave off an aura of poverty, and interrogated the visitor's purpose.

It's really hard to say what the purpose of this kind of person is, at first glance, not a base employee.

But he didn't have any vigilance, because if something unexpected happened, a large group of soldiers would emerge from around the base to solve the trouble.

Serev took off his backpack, took out a stack of A4 paper, looked at it, and then handed it over.

"My name is Serev. Xinyuan Aerospace Power accepted me last year from the school recruitment. Now, I'm here to work."

The concierge didn't quite understand the recruitment contract, but when he heard that the other party was a recent graduate, he relaxed his guard and asked casually:

"Which department did you apply for?"

"Hmm... I don't know, but he should be the first vice president."

"First officer...ah?!"