Surgery

Jinling launch site.

The atmosphere was quite lively recently.

The first group of space residents to go to the Guanghan Special Economic Zone had already moved here a month ago. Most of them were born in the 90s, and some were born in the 80s. All of them had a PhD or were senior engineers.

Tao Muye stood near the dorms at the launch base. He had a can of coffee in his hand, drinking coffee while thinking.

A man walked out of the dormitory building and walked over.

"You're a PhD?"

There were only two kinds of people in the first group of lunar residents; one was engineers and the other was scientific researchers.

Tao Muye looked at the man and nodded.

"Yes, you?"

"Same." The man with a flattop smiled and lit up a cigarette. He said, "What are you doing?"

"Me?"

"Who else?"

"Growing things."

"Growing?"

"To be precise, researching growing seeds."

"Sounds interesting."