"If you take these drugs and some patents to set up a pharmaceutical company, strive for investors and then go public, you will definitely make a lot of stock money, and it should be no problem to make billions of emergencies."

"It's a way."

The earning power of medicine and the reliability of systematic research still gave Lin Ju a lot of confidence, and he looked at others again:

"Anything else?"

Guo Shen raised his hand:

"Speaking of stocks, can we get United Mining to be listed on the NASDAQ?

As long as United Mining is listed, space mining concept stocks will definitely soar, and it is not difficult to make money by operating.

Even if we can't, we should find ways to harness the power of finance, or the power of investors, and there are rich people in the world. ”

As a person who has lived in Aramco for more than ten years, Guo Shen still has a keen sense of smell in the financial market.

"It's impossible for United Mining to go public with Aramco." Ye Changsi shook his head negatively, but nodded quickly:

"It's a good idea to pay for the rich, we've done almost 16 space tourism missions this year, and we've made billions of dollars in bits and pieces, and that's not enough, this market can be further explored.

We need to create a selling point, link space and business as much as possible, and stop desperately sucking blood from our subsidiaries.

Next, chips, new energy vehicles, intelligent driving, and satellite communications are the general direction, and they also need money. ”

"Then contact the IAU first, and at the same time speed up the biological laboratory as much as possible."

Lin Ju made the final decision, his tired eyes were bloodshot, but his eyes were still burning:

"Although it may be a little short to say that we are the chosen ones, what we are about to face and do is something related to the entire human civilization, and every day in the next 96 months will be precious."

……

"This is unprecedented, we are shouldering the mission of the entire human civilization, the safety of the whole world is guarded by us, and only the great United States can withstand this crisis!"

On the fourth basement floor of the Hexagon, in the thirteenth office, John stood up and waved his fists, a sense of tragedy in the sight of death.

The Thirteenth Office may not sound like much, but it actually occupies half of the basement and four floors, next to which is the Strategic Duty Room, which has become the lowest level of the federal government's secret.

However, the main body of the Thirteenth Office is actually in the underground fortress of Cheyenne Mountain, where a more professional team is being formed.

None of this is alarmist fuss, in fact the atmosphere at the top of the Hexagon has been so solemn that only the crisis of 1962 can compare with it.

Because after several days of continuous argumentation by multiple expert groups, and a brief capture of a signal on December 23, although not as many as the first time, it still completely confirmed the judgment of the extraterrestrial signal.

If the media continues to track it, it will be clear that most of the top levels of the federal government have not been seen in public.

And apart from them, only two or three of the actual controllers of the super consortium know, and now they are here listening to David Usno's report and John's chicken blood.

"According to NACA, we could be on Mars in two to three years at the earliest, but that would require even more support than we have now, a lot of money, a lot of money, and the full cooperation of several large corporations."

"Money, resources are not an issue."

"What we should be thinking about is what the limits of humanity are, not what the limits of the Fed's account are."

Two voices rang out from the four mysterious councillors, and the other two apparently acquiesced in this attitude.

For their elites, who have almost transcended the mundane, money is no longer a measure of wealth.

Such an attitude made John breathe a sigh of relief, and their support represented the support of the military-industrial complex, and the consent of the vast majority of members of Congress, and future decisions would be carried out effortlessly, in fact, to strengthen the overall authority and public position.

Of course, his next re-election will inevitably be included, which is a guarantee for maintaining policy continuity.

"Then we are about to complete the landing plan in 2022 at the earliest, I applied to be the first batch of landing personnel, since it is based on aliens, it will inevitably require the intervention of sociologists and linguists, and any accident may lead to unimaginable mistakes, so we must be cautious."

David took the opportunity to make a small request of his own, which was approved without surprise.

"So-"

Robert, the current director of NASA, stood up and looked around, then faced the Star-Spangled Banner on the wall and said solemnly:

"From now on, we are entering the interstellar age."

……

Moon, Qom impact crater.

On the plain to the northwest of the crater, four searchlights on the outer surface of the columnar Origin lander illuminated the surrounding camps, and flagpoles, equipment, lunar rovers and other debris were now piled up everywhere, but it was striking that there was a very clear circular trail within about 20 radius of the lander.

It took Wiseman several laps to draw on the Black Mamba, which, in his words, "is Artemis III's territory."

The division of territories is, of course, to refuse the approach of strangers, and the specific objects are obvious.

On the first day, there was no communication between the two teams, and Artemis III and Chapter 9 were busy, especially since the latter only had four astronauts to work, and all four robots were brought to the cave for secrecy.

Wiseman and Victor, who had a tighter schedule, entered the rest earlier than Deng Lei, and were spending Christmas Eve belonging to the moon in the upper layer of the lander.

They spoke to their families on Earth and recorded the blessing food that was to be released to the public, before carefully opening the special gift box prepared by NACA, which contained an apple and a greeting card from a randomly selected secondary school student in a certain area.

Victor read the card carefully, then wrote a reply letter himself, put it in an envelope and fixed it in a convenient place, and he decided to stuff some lunar soil into it when he returned, and when the time came, he would send it to the lucky man as a capital to brag about for several years.

When all of this was done, he was able to take a bite of the apple with confidence.

"Bless you, Reed."

"Bless you, Victor."

A white man and a black man huddled in the lander's cabin next to the crater at the south pole of the moon celebrated the holiday together.

But before the two could enjoy a moment of peace, Houston sent a communication request to them.

"Hey Jim, you must have forgotten that you said Happy Holidays to us an hour ago, right?"

Victor's tone didn't sound good, and he clearly knew that he had something to do again.

"Uh...... I'm sorry, I don't want to bother you, but there's a small matter that I need your help with. ”

"Wow, Your Excellency the Deputy Director, your loyal sailor will perfect your orders."

Jim ignored Victor's strange tone and said seriously:

"Now my call with you is confidential and not recorded, please listen carefully:

According to the President's order, you need to add an additional item to your mission to investigate any clues about Artemis II's Fifth Man, but only if you do not reveal your purpose and have limited contact with the Chinese.

Don't doubt it, you're on a top secret mission, Victor, Reed, please swear to me as a soldier. ”

(End of chapter)