I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The BBC broadcasted an interview.

In addition to the specimens being exhibited, the protests of more than 30 professors in front of the office were also broadcasted.

Online.

On Twitter.

On Facebook.

On the social media platform dominated by western crowds, the platforms were all enraged after they learned the news.

“Even Martin Karplus has been rejected? What do Celestial Trade want to do?!”

“And Michael Levitt, I know him, he is an outstanding alumnus of Cambridge!”

“Although I don’t recognize these names, why are they stopping us from participating in the research? Why?”

“It feels like going back to the Cold War era, an iron curtain is falling from the Pacific Ocean…”

“This is obstructing academic freedom!”

“…”

The voices on social media were divided into two distinct sides, some expressed their understanding. After all, Celestial Trade collected the specimens. While the other side condemned Celestial Trade for the lack of social responsibility and the use of Cold War mentality to obstruct academic freedom.

Of course, most people followed the event for the drama. After all, Heart of the Sea’s venue allowed free entry and many tourists took photos and posted them on their social media account. Many were also able to satisfy their curiosity of the Mars creature.

As for “academic freedom” and “Cold War mentality”, only a few cared about these two schools of thought.

In the eyes of most people, what was the fuss about being able to see a few specimens?

These disputes on Facebook and Twitter were blocked outside an impenetrable firewall to the audience in Hua. However, many people still watched the BBC video that was uploaded and learned about the incident and expressed their thoughts.

Not on Facebook and Twitter.

On Weibo.

On WeChat.

And on Future 1.0.

It was a completely contrary set of opinions.

“Celestial Trade is OP!”

“Haha, so what if they’re angry. They didn’t bring us onto the ISS. They placed a blockade on high-precision CNC and technology for half a century. I didn’t see them yelling about academic freedom and science without borders!”

“They were asked to join Earth Defense Alliance and refused. As to why you are not allowed to participate, ask your leader.”

When there was a lot of discussion on social media, the traditional media also covered this matter.

Finally, the committee of the Earth Defense Alliance held a press conference to specifically address this matter.

Kelvin spoke in front of the media, “The Earth Defense Alliance has rights to selectively release research on extraterrestrial biology and civilization to the international community. This is mainly due to security considerations and the decision is jointly made by all member states. Please do not over-interpret the decision.”

However, how can this situation not be over-interpreted?

For the behemoth known as the Earth Defense Alliance, any decision could be studied closely by major think tanks. In particular, the professors had already called out to their students to sign a petition. By now, the petition already exceeded 100,000 signatures which must be addressed by the government.

However, while everyone was speculating what the UA would do, the Capitol’s response was rather calm. It stated that the matter was being discussed with the Earth Defense Alliance member states but then there was no more follow-ups.

Coincidentally or not, shortly after the exhibition began, an abandoned rocket launch site near B City restarted its operation under NASA and SpaceX. The new Falcon rocket collecting dust in the warehouse once again went up and began its preparations for launching.

…

In February, scientists from all over the world began to develop synergies with each other while Devil Worm’s research started to enter the right track. The four newly built isolation rooms allowed for far more efficient research.

After several meetings with the member states revolving around the issue of Mars and the soon-to-be-completed million-ton spaceship, Jiang Chen returned to the surface on the space elevator.

Before coming home, Jiang Chen first went to Coconut Island, and sent a small freezer with sample cells sealed in the interdimensional transport device to Lin Lin’s laboratory. Then he finally went home after half a month to continue the game he did not finish last time…

Coro Island Mansion.

In the night, a breeze blew and the coconut trees outside the window swayed its leaves to hide the intimate moonlight.

“You made headlines again.” Natasha’s eyes rolled as she tried to change the subject.

“You are on the man that made headlines.”

The topic ended.

Natasha realized that she failed to divert Jiang Chen’s attention, so she gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes again.

“…you have a surprising number of fans. What do you think happened today? At noon today, the embassy’s new translator, who is super-hot, asked me what kind of person you are while holding onto the cover of Moscow Times. She also asked whether or not she could meet you…”

“Oh? What kind of person am I?”

Natasha rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen, who was smirking, then gnashed her teeth while she shook her head to move her sweat-drenched hair aside. She was panting on top of the chestboard with an expression that looked like she was dying, “Are you even Asian? I suspect you are…”

“I am?” Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

“An alien.”

Natasha looked at Jiang Chen seriously as she adjusted her disordered breathing.

“…”

They exchanged eye contact in silence for a minute.

Jiang Chen slapped on the curvature with a smirk as Natasha responded with a high-pitched moan.

“Don’t even think about escaping this one, you still have 972 push-ups and 1,720 squats to do. Jean is counting for me.”

“Actually, it’s 972 and 1727.” The watch shimmered slightly, and Jean’s unemotional electronic voice sounded from the bedside table.

“Oh, God, kill me!” Natasha rolled her eyes back, “Just finish me.”

“Not possible, Miss. Agent,” Jiang Chen said with a sly smile, “We decided. Whoever loses is going to be punished.”

As soon as she heard the word punishment, her expression changed to sadness and she looked like she was about to cry.

She should not have played this game with him.

This guy is ridiculous!