sjar Chapter 691 A Sudden Show of Concern from Elder Huang
Chapter 691 A Sudden Show of Concern from Elder Huang
When the first module of the Earth-fire transfer station was launched.
The Trump campaign headquarters is filled with the smell of coffee mixed with anxiety.
A staff member rushed into the office carrying a stack of newspapers, the front pages of which were full of photos of starships launching.
Some photos captured the moment the rocket broke through the clouds, while others showed the control center staff cheering. But not a single one was about Trump.
"Boss, look!"
The aide slammed the newspaper down on the table and pointed to the headline on the front page:
"A giant leap for mankind to Mars: The first module of the Earth-Mars transfer station successfully entered orbit."
"Meng Chuan: Permanent Mars Stations Will Be Achieved by 2026..." It's all news about him!
“When you gave your speech in Pennsylvania yesterday, the media only mentioned it as ‘former president giving a campaign speech,’ and it didn’t even fill a full page!”
The King, somewhat irritated, loosened his tie, grabbed the newspaper, glanced at it, and his face darkened instantly.
He absolutely hated Meng Chuan.
But there was nothing they could do about Meng Chuan.
Meanwhile, the rocket company has been launching Starship every day for more than ten consecutive days.
Sometimes they launch four or five times a day.
All fifty starships were finally launched to a distance of 500 million kilometers.
Meanwhile, the ten starships that had just been produced at the California factory began to be frequently transported back and forth between Earth and the transit station.
A large amount of supplies were transported to the transit point.
Zhan Yi and the other first group of people who landed on Mars have long since returned from Mars.
He brought back a large amount of data, which the engineers compiled into a report and presented to Meng Chuan.
The biggest problem is still the robots and robot dogs.
Dust storms on Mars are too intense.
The damage to the joints of the robots and robot dogs was more severe than expected.
The engineer sent Meng Chuan a photo of a worn bearing.
The sand particles on Mars are so fine that they can get into the gaps in the bearings, and even adding a dust cover won't help.
If this problem is not solved, the lifespan of robots and robot dogs may only be six months.
The key point is that more than 20,000 robots and robot dogs have already been mass-produced.
Some have already been transported to the transit station.
Going back to the drawing board is definitely not an option.
Looking at the photo, Meng Chuan saw that the scratches left by the sand on the metal surface resembled a fine spider web.
"How about changing the material? How about titanium alloy with a ceramic coating? Would that be hard enough?"
Meng Chuan personally called to inquire.
"I've tried it, and the ceramic coating is easy to break."
The engineer shook his head, but said hesitantly:
"We discussed a potentially feasible solution together. We could try a biomimetic structure, like a camel's knee, with a retractable dust cover at the joint to prevent sand from getting in."
Although Meng Chuan didn't understand, he immediately made a decision:
"Make a sample as soon as possible, and if it works, start mass production. Try to get it delivered to the transit station next week."
Because time is running out.
We must send the samples up there as soon as possible, and then install the robots and robot dogs once we get to Mars.
"By the way, how are the oxygen generators and carbon dioxide conversion devices coming along? Will the first batch of cold-resistant plant seeds be delivered on time?"
Meng Chuan continued to ask.
"The oxygen generator is fine. We've done simulated tests on Earth, and it can produce 5000 liters of oxygen a day. That's more than enough to meet the needs of three people for a day."
A normal adult needs only about 500 liters of oxygen per day.
5000 liters of oxygen is theoretically enough to meet the needs of ten people for one day.
"There's a minor issue with the carbon dioxide conversion device—the argon content in the Martian atmosphere is higher than expected, which will affect the catalyst's efficiency."
The engineer reported:
"However, the chemistry department said they could come up with an improved plan next week. The plant seeds have already been packaged and are just waiting for the next batch of starships to launch."
Meng Chuan nodded, and just as he stood up, his cell phone rang in his pocket—it was Old Huang calling.
"Xiao Meng! Are you home or not? I haven't had your wine in ages."
The voice on the other end of the phone carried its usual gentleness, yet subtly concealed a hint of seriousness.
Meng Chuan smiled inwardly.
That old bastard got completely drunk last time.
It was only when his granddaughter, Feng Chenchen, came that he was able to be pulled back.
However, it was obvious that he wasn't really craving Meng Chuan's wine.
"I'll take the fall on you, now you want a drink!"
Meng Chuan said.
"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow."
Mr. Huang also has a decisive and efficient personality.
He arrived at Meng Chuan's house early the next morning.
"sit."
Meng Chuan pointed to the stone bench in the courtyard, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it over.
The tea soup is amber in color and has a faint fragrance of locust blossoms.
"You're not even letting me into your own home? You want to receive me in this yard?"
Old Huang said irritably.
But I still picked up the tea and took a sip.
"We drink tea in the courtyard and wine at home. We talk business over tea and have heart-to-heart talks over wine. Let's have tea first."
Meng Chuan smiled and added:
"Besides, you old man have no manners when you drink. You got yourself completely drunk, and I don't want your granddaughter to blame me."
"Last time was an accident. I... cough cough, this time I brought a driver, he's in the car. Don't call my granddaughter later."
Old Huang said somewhat awkwardly.
The last time he got drunk, his granddaughter Feng Chenchen didn't dare to scold Meng Chuan in person.
But when he got home, he scolded him a lot.
I didn't even speak to him for more than half a month.
Therefore, this time Huang Lao learned his lesson.
He brought his driver with him.
Meng Chuan picked up his teacup, smiled, and got straight to the point:
"You've contacted me this time because of Mars, haven't you?"
Meng Chuan's directness and quick change of topic made Huang Lao feel somewhat uncomfortable.
But Old Huang didn't hide anything and said frankly:
"I'm asking you, are you really going to go to Mars yourself?"
Although Meng Chuan has not yet officially announced that he will go to Mars.
But now it's going viral all over the internet.
Meng Chuan wants to build a Mars project and go to Mars.
Some even say that Meng Chuan wants to become the king of Mars, and that the entire Mars will become Meng Chuan's private property.
"The main construction of the outpost is almost complete, and I might really have to go and see it for myself."
Meng Chuan did not hide anything.
He wants to achieve Mars colonization, and he himself will definitely go there.
However, I will only go in person when the conditions are met.
Otherwise, even if Meng Chuan were willing to take the risk, his family, and even the entire Green Gang, would not agree.
“Actually, I don’t think you need to take the risk. What kind of place is Mars? Dust storms can dent metal, and there’s no oxygen in the atmosphere. If something happens, Earth won’t be able to help. You’re the chairman of a rocket company, not an astronaut. It’s not worth taking that risk.”
Old Huang frowned and offered his advice.
Meng Chuan could sense that Elder Huang was genuinely worried about him, and said with a faint smile:
"I know it's dangerous. But there always has to be someone who's the first to try something new. If everyone's afraid of danger, then humanity will never set foot on Earth."
"Moreover, Mars is different. It may be humanity's second home in the future. As the person in charge, how can I not go and see it?"
As he spoke, Meng Chuan raised his head, looking at the bright and vast sky, his eyes filled with longing.
For a moment, Huang Lao couldn't find any words to refute him.
As Huang Lao remained silent, Meng Chuan suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked at Huang Lao with a half-smile:
"Old Huang, you didn't come here today just out of concern for me, did you?"