I have a space station

“You can look if you want. How about seeing it in person? I can take you over,” Dongfang Chen said with a smile.

“This… wouldn’t that be bad!” Rong Po looked around, indicating that he still had work to do.

“Is that so? Then forget about it,” Dongfang Chen didn't push.

“Go! Go! Go!” Rong Po quickly changed his tune.

“Going is fine, but let’s get one thing straight: whatever you see, just keep it to yourself, and don’t tell anyone else!” Dongfang Chen said quietly.

Generally speaking, when you tell someone a secret, that secret is no longer a secret.

“Don’t worry! My lips are sealed!” Rong Po patted his chest.

“Yeah right, I believe you about as far as I can throw you! I’ll just use your mouth to advertise for me then,” Dongfang Chen thought to himself, smiling as he looked at him.

“Captain, where are you going? Take me with you,” an instructor asked, stepping forward.

“Me too!” Another one chimed in.

“Get lost! Don't you know it's training time? What are you doing, crowding around? Don't you have any professional ethics?” Rong Po scolded.

The instructors walked away dejectedly.

“Then, Mr. Dongfang, when shall we depart?” Rong Po immediately put on a smiling face again.

“Let's go now,” Dongfang Chen said.

He turned and led Rong Po away.

The two entered the elevator, Dongfang Chen pressed a number, and the elevator began to move horizontally.

“Mr. Dongfang, does this elevator go directly to Funing District?”

“That's right.”

After about 30 minutes, the elevator stopped.

The two walked out of the elevator.

This was an independent space, with a door on each of the four walls. Other than that, it was empty.

The space was about 10 meters square and about 5 meters high.

Dongfang Chen walked to the opposite door, and it opened automatically.

He stepped out, and Rong Po quickly followed.

This was an office, not very large.

There was a desk, a bookcase, a sofa, and a coffee table.

Stepping out of the office, the scene before him almost blinded Rong Po's titanium alloy eyes.

In the vast hall, countless robots moved back and forth, performing their duties in an orderly manner.

The scene was like the waiting hall during the annual Spring Festival travel rush.

On both sides of the hall, there were entrances at intervals, and it was unknown what was inside.

“Our current location is already underground in Funing District,” Dongfang Chen said.

“What are they doing now?” Rong Po asked.

“They are building production warehouses,” Dongfang Chen replied.

“Production warehouses? Are your weapons and equipment produced in such production warehouses?” Rong Po asked.

“More or less. But these production warehouses are not used to produce weapons and equipment,” Dongfang Chen said.

“Then what…?”

“These are all material production warehouses, including crops and daily necessities,” Dongfang Chen replied.

“Do you mean you can already grow crops underground?” Rong Po asked in surprise.

He came from a rural background before joining the army. Although he hadn't done much farm work, he had seen pigs run even if he hadn't eaten pork. He knew that farmers depended on the weather to grow crops. Although the level of science and technology was now developed, and farmers' harvests were guaranteed, growing crops entirely underground still had a very high technical threshold.

Putting aside other things, just the light and pollination would probably be impossible underground.

He couldn't think any further.

“With your current defense capabilities, wouldn't it be fine to grow crops on the surface?” Rong Po asked.

He only considered the possible zombie attacks and mutated animals, and wasn't aware of the ecological crisis. So he thought wouldn't it be easier to grow crops on the surface?

“There are some things you are not very clear about, but I can reveal a little to you. Before long, the surface will no longer be suitable for growing crops, and our food must be produced entirely underground.”

Rong Po nodded.

“Currently, the underground base in Funing District can support the survival of 100,000 people. I plan to use this as a model for the future development of national settlements. Everyone can imitate this method to build.” Dongfang Chen said.

“Do you mean that the settlements will also have to build such bases?” Rong Po asked.

“Of course, have you forgotten what I just said? In the future, the surface will no longer be suitable for growing crops,” Dongfang Chen said with a smile.

Rong Po only understood a little bit vaguely, scratched his head, and gave an awkward smile.

Dongfang Chen didn't go into too much detail. The ecological crisis was not yet suitable for Rong Po to know.

“Where would you like to visit? I can take you there,” Dongfang Chen asked.

“Why are you taking me to visit here?” Rong Po asked, puzzled.

Rong Po felt that it was not normal to actively reveal his secrets.

“Didn't you want to see it? I might as well take you to see enough,” Dongfang Chen said with a smile.

“But that's not your style,” Rong Po replied.

“Then what kind of style do you think I have?”

“You are very mysterious, and everything you do seems to be planned. You won't do more or less than necessary,” Rong Po said.

“Looks like your Instructor Yan gave you a lesson?” Dongfang Chen said with a sidelong glance.

“He mentioned it a little, and I figured out the rest myself,” Rong Po said with a smile.

“Since you asked, I might as well answer you a little. These things are not for you to see, but for your Commander to see,” Dongfang Chen said.