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"A self-sustaining ecosystem spanning 10,000 square kilometers?"

Evelyn repeated it, her brain trying to understand the meaning of the instruction.

After the initial excitement, a flood of data and physical laws rushed back into her mind.

This isn't building a greenhouse on Earth, it's on the moon.

A desolate planet without an atmosphere, with a temperature difference of over 300 degrees Celsius, and constantly scorched by cosmic rays and solar storms.

"Boss, this..."

Evelyn's voice was a little hoarse; for the first time, her pride as a genius scientist left her speechless.

"This is not just an engineering problem. We need an atmosphere, water, soil, and a magnetic field to shield us from radiation... We need to transport trillions of tons of supplies, which could take centuries, no, millennia."

She instinctively listed the obstacles that were impossible to overcome.

Hannah Schmidt, as CEO, offered another perspective.

"Sir, from a business perspective, an investment of this scale would cost astronomical figures, which none of our existing profit models can support."

Her meaning was clear: the plan was too crazy and commercially suicidal.

However, Shen Fei simply held his wine glass and listened calmly to their common sense.

He chuckled softly after they finished speaking.

That smile carried an air of superiority and self-righteousness.

"Who told you that you had to use transportation?"

A question from her left Evelyn and Hannah both stunned.

Shen Fei stretched out his finger and gently tapped the holographic screen in front of him.

The scene shifts from the lunar surface to the new prison located at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

And at the heart of the prison, the energy singularity that burns steadily like a miniature star—the Embers of Creation.

"Evelyn, I ask you, what is water?"

The question was so basic that Evelyn didn't immediately understand it.

"Is it... a compound of hydrogen and oxygen?"

"And what about the soil?"

"It is a complex mixture of various minerals, organic matter, and microorganisms..."

"very good."

Shen Fei interrupted her.

His finger tapped on the "Embers of Creation".

"This thing can create matter. Since it can create a hydrogen atom, it can create water, it can create soil, and it can create oxygen."

"I'm not asking you to go to the moon to move bricks, I'm asking you to open a 'Genesis Factory' on the moon."

These words instantly shattered their preconceived notions.

All their previous calculations were based on the Earthling mindset of "transporting" and "transforming".

Shenyang Aircraft Corporation's mindset is "creation".

Evelyn's breathing quickened, and a light shone in her eyes.

Create an ecosystem from scratch.

This is not science.

This is theology.

And she will become the executor of miracles.

"I understand... I understand."

Evelyn rushed to the screen, babbling incoherently, her hands flailing wildly across the virtual keyboard.

"We don't need shields. We can directly generate a small artificial magnetic field on the lunar surface using the 'Embers of Creation.' We also don't need to transport water and soil; we can directly use lunar soil as a base for atomic-level recombination and material addition."

"Boss, give me the permissions. Give me all the computing power of Mothership 07. Give me one percent of the energy of 'Genesis Embers'. Three years at most, no, one year. I can give you a brand new moon."

Looking at Evelyn, Hannah's business acumen was also awakened.

She immediately understood Shen Fei's intention.

"Sir, you mean..." Hannah's voice trembled slightly, "...that you intend to claim sovereignty over the moon?"

"No."

Shen Fei shook his head.

"I'm not declaring sovereignty. I'm going to make it the Atlantic Group's next, and biggest, asset."

He looked at Hannah and gave her new instructions.

"I hereby announce the official launch of the Atlantic Group's 'Lunar Real Estate' project."

"Evelyn will handle the technical implementation, and you will handle the business planning."

"I need you to release a new business plan to the world within a week. It should include: the exclusive mining rights and global quota sales plan for lunar helium-3 resources, the pre-sale plan for the first 10,000 square kilometers of land in the lunar ecosystem, and... the auction plan for the first batch of permanent lunar residents."

"There aren't enough fish on Earth to catch."

Shen Fei's gaze pierced through the screen and landed on the gray planet.

"Now, I'm going to go to a different pond and catch some bigger ones."

Just as the plan was about to begin, Hannah's personal terminal on her wrist emitted a soft notification sound.

She glanced at it, and a slight change appeared in her calm expression.

"Sir, there's been an unexpected situation."

Hannah's report interrupted the excited atmosphere in the observation deck.

"The team responsible for handling communications requests from various countries reports that most countries are requesting cooperation unconditionally and are willing to accept any of our conditions."

"But there is one exception."

Shen Fei raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.

"They came from China in the East. Unlike others, they didn't ask to buy technology or energy, nor did they propose any conditions for resource exchange."

"They only asked for one thing."

"dialogue."

Hannah retrieved the original text of the request and projected it into the air.

We have no intention of prying into the secrets of the gods, nor are we capable of participating in the dragon's feast. We have come solely for the sake of preserving tradition. Throughout the five thousand years of Chinese civilization, there have been several records of beings resembling 'observers,' whom we call 'visitors from beyond the heavens' or 'celestial gods.' We bring with us some fragmented ancient records, which may offer Mr. Shen a different perspective. We do not seek cooperation, only dialogue.

The wording of this request is strikingly different from that of other countries. Those countries are filled with awe, fear, and greed, while this request carries equality and respect, as well as a frankness that recognizes part of the truth.

Su Man read the text aloud softly, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"They... seem to know something."

A playful smile curved Shen Fei's lips.

The whole world is scrambling to get a piece of the pie.

But then someone came up to him and discussed the origins of the cake recipe.

interesting.

"Let them come up."

Shenfei's instructions were concise and clear.

……

After half an hour.

A small anti-gravity shuttle silently landed on the outer helipad of Sky City.

The cabin door opened, and instead of politicians or military officers in suits, an elderly man with gray hair and a thin face, wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, stepped out.

He had no attendants with him, and was only carrying a somewhat old-looking black leather suitcase.

The old man stepped out of the cabin, neither intimidated by the floating city nor looking up.

His gaze was calm.

He simply nodded politely when he saw Hannah coming to greet him and said something in fluent English.

"Ms. Hannah Schmidt, I've heard so much about you. My name is Chen Qingquan, and I'm the messenger for this mission."

Hannah looked at the old man in front of her.

Her database contains records of important figures from all countries around the world.

But this person named Chen Qingquan cannot be found.

He appeared out of thin air.

"Mr. Chen, please come with me. The master is waiting for you."

Hannah didn't ask any questions, but dutifully led the way.

The meeting place changed; it was no longer the observation deck overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, but a simple tea room.

The tea room contained only a black tea table and two cushions.

Shen Fei, dressed in casual clothes, sat cross-legged in the main seat, slowly brewing Kung Fu tea using a set of purple clay teaware.

Steam filled the air, and the aroma of tea filled the air.

When he saw Chen Qingquan come in, he did not get up, but simply raised his eyes and made a "please" gesture.

Chen Qingquan didn't stand on ceremony and walked to the opposite side of him, sitting down in the same position.

The two looked at each other in silence.

One is the creator of a new world, and the other is the inheritor of an ancient civilization.

"Please have some tea."

Shen Fei pushed a cup of brewed tea in front of Chen Qingquan.

Chen Qingquan picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and nodded.

"Excellent tea. Pre-rain Longjing, made with snowmelt from the summit of Kunlun Mountain. Mr. Shen, though living high above the world, still cherishes the flavors of life. I admire you."

In a single sentence, it clarifies the origin of tea and the source of the water used to brew it.

He was telling Shen Fei that we were not completely unaware of everything he had done.

Shen Fei smiled.

"Tell me why you're here. My time is very valuable."

"certainly."

Chen Qingquan placed the black leather suitcase on the tea table and gently opened it.

There were no gold, silver, jewelry, or confidential documents inside; only three things.

A tortoise shell engraved with incomprehensible symbols.

A scroll of bamboo slips with blurred characters.

There is also a bronze mask with an ancient and strange shape, which bears some resemblance to the artifacts unearthed at Sanxingdui.

"In 1600 BC, during the reign of King Wu Ding of the Shang Dynasty, the historian recorded that 'a fire dragon descended from the sky, broke out of the sea, and shone as brightly as the sun.' This is from the oracle bone inscriptions found at Yinxu after that event. The inscriptions do not record a sacrifice, but rather the calculation of parameters for the 'dragon.'"

Chen Qingquan pointed to the tortoise shell.

"In 210 BC, the alchemist Xu Fu searched for the immortal mountains for the First Emperor. On the East China Sea, he saw 'the sky opened one eye, and a divine being emerged from the eye, saying that the world would perish outside the sky.' This is a fragment of his nautical logbook."

He then pointed to the bamboo slips.

"And this. Its age is unknown; all we know is that it came from deep within the ancient Yangtze River channel. Discovered along with it was a huge skeleton belonging to no known creature. We call it... 'Dragon Bone'."

When the word "dragon bone" was mentioned, Chen Qingquan's gaze sharpened for the first time, staring directly at Shen Fei.

The atmosphere in the tea room became tense.

Shen Fei's eyes finally showed a slight ripple.

The other party knew more than he imagined.

"So," Shen Fei put down his teacup, his voice unreadable, "what are you trying to say?"

"What we want to say is, Mr. Shen, what you are facing is not an isolated case."

Chen Qingquan's tone became serious.

"On this land, our ancestors looked up at the stars more than once, and interacted with 'them' from the stars more than once."

"We don't have your power, but we have time, enough time to record, analyze, and wait."

Shen Fei looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"An interesting story. But these old antiques aren't worth much to me."

He needs to re-establish control of this dialogue.

Shen Fei extended his right hand and gently tapped the rim of the teacup in front of him with his index finger.

There are no energy fluctuations, nor any sound or light effects.

The bright yellow tea in front of Chen Qingquan began to change.

The tea spontaneously began to swirl in the teacup, and a miniature galaxy vortex made of liquid tea took shape in the small cup.

You can even see the "stars" floating in the sky and the "nebulae" swirling around them.

Chen Qingquan's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is not power, but a fundamental alteration of the laws of physics.

Shen Fei tapped his finger again, and the galaxy in the cup vanished instantly, turning back into an ordinary cup of tea, without even changing the temperature.

"What you are recording are merely falling stars."

Shen Fei's voice was calm, yet carried immense pressure, as it resonated in Chen Qingquan's ears.

"And I am the will that governs the stars."

Chen Qingquan remained silent for a long time.

He slowly stood up and bowed deeply to Shen Fei.

This bow is an ordinary person's reverence for the "Tao".

"We...understand."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of relief and a resolute determination that came with finally making a decision.

"Mr. Shen, we have no intention of being your enemy. China only wishes to secure the right for its civilization to continue in this coming new world."

Shen Fei didn't speak, he just looked at him.

Chen Qingquan straightened up and picked up the bronze mask.

"This intelligence from the past is just a stepping stone."

"To show our sincerity, we have also brought a gift from the future."

He gently placed the bronze mask on the tea table.

Then, he pressed his fingertip against the center of the mask's forehead.

hum-

A pale blue light shone from the mask's eyes, projecting a complex and precise three-dimensional star map in the air between the two.

This star map does not belong to any known constellation or star field; it is a strange and distant place.

"Based on our interpretation of an 'extraterrestrial relic' that has been sealed away for thousands of years, here..."

Chen Qingquan's voice was very solemn.

"It is the origin of the 'Observer' civilization."

"It is also their... final resting place."

"Perhaps the ultimate answer to this universe that you are trying so hard to find is right there."

The tea room was quiet.

Only that unfamiliar star map floated and rotated silently, emitting a ghostly blue light.

Shen Fei's gaze froze.

As he gazed at that unknown star field, his long-calm heart stirred for the first time.

Lunar real estate? A new global order?

At this moment, all these plans seem insignificant.

A larger, more mysterious, and more final stage unfolded before him.