Zhang Yuan finished his last sip of tea, looking at the documents several times before suppressing that baffling train of thought. Honestly, in the brief period of communication with the Half-sphere Civilization, these confusing bafflements were exceedingly abundant.
He waved his hand, "Let's go, to the conference room. The people there must also be stunned, waiting to discuss!"
Due to the small radius of the centrifugal wheel inside the transport ship, the Coriolis effect was quite severe, and the floor was not flat.
The floor of the living area had a slight curve, walking inside felt somewhat like motion sickness. However, even with the feeling of motion sickness, it was somewhat better than complete weightlessness.
Li Zhendong chattered incessantly behind him, his face flushed with excitement, "The Half-sphere Civilization wants to form a military alliance with us to face the complex future situations in the Milky Way... This sounds nice, but... why? This is so strange!"
