Half an hour later, Mo Jingchun and Qin Yuzhu stood up and shook hands.
Seeing Qin Yuzhu's mood still heavy, Mo Jingchun didn't know how to persuade her anymore.
After all, Qin Yuzhu's perspective was more macro-oriented, considering the entire nation.
Whereas Mo Jingchun had a different thought process; if the situation became dire and humanity's survival was irreversible, Mo Jingchun's first thought would be to take his own people away.
As the saying goes, "As long as the green hills are there, don't worry about lacking firewood."
As long as people are alive, there is hope.
Even if the opposing civilization is powerful, given enough time, Mo Jingchun would naturally surpass them technologically.
At that time, it wouldn't be too late for revenge.
Of course, Mo Jingchun only thought about this in his heart; he would never say it out loud, let alone tell Qin Yuzhu.
"Come, let's go downstairs to eat."
