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Before Xue Shan could even close the door to the secretary's office for three seconds, Feng Yue had already pulled out her phone.

I dialed. It rang twice before I answered.

"Feng Yue, what's the matter?"

Li Yichen's voice carried a slight mechanical hum, sounding like it came from a factory.

Feng Yue leaned back in her chair, lowering her voice by half an octave: "Boss, Xue Shanshan just came to my office and submitted her resignation."

The footsteps on the other end stopped.

Two seconds. A full two seconds without uttering a sound.

"What?"

It wasn't the surprised kind of "What?". It was a somber, slightly angry kind.

Feng Yue quickly added, "It's all settled. She tore up her resignation letter and went back home."

The breathing on the other end slowed down.

"However—" Feng Yue paused for a moment, "I told her a few things. About why I joined the company, and about the blood donation that night."

There was a three-second silence.

"How much did you tell her?" Li Yichen's tone wasn't accusatory, just a little helpless.

"I've said what I needed to say, and I haven't mentioned what I shouldn't have." Feng Yue's tone was steady. "Boss, she's not the kind of person who's being difficult. It's just that she felt a sense of loss after suddenly finding out your identity, plus... she might feel like she's not special enough by your side. I've been open with her, and she's come to her senses."

A dull thud came from the other end of the phone, like a metal railing being struck.

"Okay, you handled this well."

"That's right." Feng Yue's lips curled up slightly, but her tone immediately became serious. "Boss, but when you have time, you should talk to her yourself. A girl's inner knot can only be untied half by others; you have to do the other half yourself."

"understood."

The railing was knocked on again.

"Let's find some time later. That's all for now, bye."

Doodle.

Feng Yue put her phone back on the table, let out a sigh, and turned on her computer to continue working on the documents.

Now that I've finished being a relationship coach, it's time to get back to work.

the other side.

Li Yichen stood beside the production line, hands in his pockets, shook his head, and uttered two words: "Headache."

The watch screen lit up.

Ling'er's voice brushed against my ear: "Brother, I've noticed fluctuations in the electromyographic signals in your temples. I suggest you avoid getting involved with the opposite sex to reduce intracranial pressure."

Li Yichen's lips twitched: "Shut up."

"Okay, bro, I'm shut up."

When the voice function was turned off, a meme of someone covering their mouth and chuckling popped up on the watch screen.

Li Yichen ignored her and walked out.

Let's put matters of the heart aside for now.

The minerals on the moon won't wait for anyone.

He had important business at the space base today. Leaving the precision testing building, he walked along the asphalt road inside the base towards the administration building. The December sea breeze, carrying the smell of salt, billowed his jacket.

The gatekeeper saw him from afar, and sprang to his feet like a spring, bowing to him.

Li Yichen waved his hand, didn't stop, and walked straight inside.

In the lobby on the first floor, Liu Ruyan was already waiting.

She wore a white turtleneck sweater with a dark blue workwear jacket, her hair neatly tied up, and carried a stack of documents. Seeing Li Yichen enter, she quickly took two steps to greet him.

"Mr. Li, I told you about the progress of the three rockets on the phone last time. Today I'll show you the actual rockets." She flipped through documents as she walked. "Also, the cargo compartment adaptation and modification plan for the lunar-landing Terminator has been finalized and needs your signature."

"Walk."

The two boarded an electric vehicle inside the base. Liu Ruyan drove, and Li Yichen sat in the passenger seat, one hand resting on the roof railing, his gaze sweeping over the factory buildings and testing facilities along the way.

As the electric scooter rounded a bend, the final assembly workshop came into view.

Three white arrows stand side by side inside the workshop.

A steel behemoth over a hundred meters tall pierces the truss structure beneath the ceiling, its top fairing encased in a blue protective membrane, while the cluster of nozzles at its base reflects a cold, metallic gleam. A tower crane slowly rotates above, a set of equipment modules hanging from the end of its boom, moving closer to the middle section of the rightmost rocket.

Li Yichen jumped off the electric scooter and looked up for a few seconds.

The improved version of Lingxiao-2. Capacity: 1,500 tons.

Three.

This means that it can send 4,500 tons of supplies to the moon in one go. 500 lunar terminators plus a full set of base construction equipment are more than enough.

He walked around the nearest rocket, tapping the fairing with his fingers. His fingernail struck the metal, producing a crisp "clang."

When will fuel filling begin?

Liu Ruyan flipped through the documents in her hand: "The super fuel stockpile has enough for three rockets. As planned, it will be filled forty-eight hours before launch."

"Um."

Li Yichen withdrew his hand and turned to face her.

"Ruyan, can it be launched before New Year's Eve?"

Liu Ruyan raised her chin, her eyes revealing a kind of spirit that only emerges when one is underestimated.

"Mr. Li, don't worry. At the current pace, there's no problem with launching before New Year's Eve."

"OK."

Li Yichen smiled and patted the rocket's outer shell, the cold hardness of the metal coming from his fingertips.

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

Liu Ruyan nodded and handed over the signed document. Li Yichen took it, flipped through a couple of pages, took out a pen, scribbled his name on it, and returned it.

The two left the final assembly workshop and walked towards the adjacent cargo hold fitting area.

Pushing open the two-meter-wide automatic door, the scene inside was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Dozens of lunar-landing Terminator-type vehicles were neatly arranged on the test stand.

The silver-white skeleton was a full size thicker than the regular version, with a robust and tight dustproof seal at the joints, and two mounting slots for miniature hydrogen fuel cells embedded in the chest cavity. Broad-shouldered and thick-backed, they stood motionless, the cool white light illuminating every weld seam with exquisite detail.

Li Yichen walked to the front row of the table and patted its shoulder armor.

"There are no repair stations on the moon," he muttered to himself. "You'll have to fend for yourselves."

The watch vibrated. Ling'er's voice came from beside my ear:

"Brother, based on current production capacity, we can complete 420 lunar terminators before New Year's Eve. Combined with the carrying capacity of three rockets, the delivery of the first batch of lunar supplies will be no problem."

"Although we didn't reach the expected 500 units, 420 units is enough."

Li Yichen put his hands back in his pockets, his gaze passing over the workshop skylight and landing on the gray-blue winter sky outside.

"Let's leave our footprints first, and then we'll talk about the rest."

Standing two steps away, Liu Ruyan couldn't help but ask, "President Li, what's the first thing these Terminators will do after arriving on the moon?"

"Mining".

"What kind of mine?"

"A very special rare earth element." Li Yichen turned to leave, pausing half a step as he passed her. "It doesn't exist on Earth; it's only found in the permanently shadowed region of the moon's south pole."

Liu Ruyan didn't press the matter further. She knew her boss's personality; when he said something was "very special," it usually meant—the less you know, the safer you are.

Li Yichen walked to the workshop door and replied again.

"By the way, the security level was raised to the highest level when the rocket was launched."

His tone was light, but every word carried weight.

"This time there will be no live broadcast, no public announcements, and no information will be released."

"clear."

Liu Ruyan nodded decisively.

She didn't ask why. Some things don't need explanation.

Li Yichen pushed open the door to the garage. The cold December wind, carrying the smell of sea salt, rushed in, making him squint.

On the distant sea, the launch platform used for the recovery of Lingxiao-1 floated quietly in the shimmering waves, its gray-white metal structure coated with a thin layer of silver by the winter sun.

Next time, three white arrows will rise from here.

Target – 380,000 kilometers away.

Moon.

Ling'er's voice rang out again, trembling with barely suppressed excitement: "Brother, I've calculated it for you. If the first batch of Terminators lands successfully and the 3D printing equipment is activated, using lunar soil as building material, the prototype of the first mining station can be built in forty-five days."

"Forty-five days?"

"The most conservative estimate. Optimistically, thirty days."

Li Yichen did not respond.

He stood in the cold wind, staring at the gray-blue sea in the distance for several seconds.

Thirty days.

Thirty days later, in the permanently shadowed region of the moon's south pole, hundreds of silver-white robots will be mining rare earth veins in an environment of minus 180 degrees Celsius. Once transported back to Earth, those ores will become raw materials for vibranium. And vibranium is the key to advancing all the cutting-edge equipment in his possession to the next stage.

He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs, making him feel refreshed.

There are still many things that can be done before the end of the year.

But the most difficult step is already within reach.

"Ling'er".

"exist."

"Could you calculate the lunar window for me on New Year's Eve?"

"It's all been calculated, brother. The optimal launch window is from 2:17 PM to 2:53 PM on New Year's Eve. The lighting conditions and communication angles at the lunar south pole landing site will be at their best."

"2:17".

Li Yichen repeated the number, a slow smile curving his lips.

"While others set off fireworks, we launch rockets."

"Dude, that's such a melodramatic thing to say."

"So what if I'm a chuunibyou? Chuunibyou saves the world."

Ling'er typed a message on her watch screen: [I suggest you focus on calming Xue Shanshan down first, then worry about the world.]

Li Yichen glanced down and tucked his watch into his sleeve.

"You talk too much."

He turned and walked towards the Yangwang U8 parked by the roadside. After getting in the car, he drove towards the base gate.