Mars.
The large screen flickered with a pale white light, casting a dim and uncertain expression on Zhang Tianyou's face.
The vast research lab was dimly lit, all equipment was shut down except for the illuminated screen, and even the air processors were halted.
The air was foul-smelling and unpleasant.
Yet Zhang Tianyou sat in this environment for three whole days.
He didn't move an inch throughout, as if trying to decipher something from the blank screen.
Buzz.
A light sound was heard as the door slid open, and the shapely secretary stepped inside.
"President, have something to eat!"
The secretary softly said as she placed the tray of food on the table.
"No need, I'm not hungry!"
Even as he spoke, Zhang Tianyou kept his eyes glued to the screen, afraid of missing any critical information.
The secretary sighed and moved behind Zhang Tianyou, gently massaging his shoulders.
"President, what exactly are you looking at?"
