Surgery
Editor: Henyee Translations
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."