"The condition is a bit primitive, but for now, it should meet your requirements."
Jin Rong looked apologetically at the line of people behind him before leading the way through the gate.
Following closely behind was Yang Zhongkai, who looked up at the obviously faded door frame and roughly judged that the place still bore traces of the 1990s.
It was a small cluster of buildings in the grasslands on the outskirts of Beijing, where most of the red paint on the walls had peeled off, and one could still vaguely make out numerous slogans.
"It's okay, it's very quiet here, which is good."
"Haha, research indeed is good… Don't worry. Sometimes this place is used as an event venue, the water and electricity are very reliable, and there's no need for cleanup. Just adding a few things and it can be immediately put to use," Jin Rong said, assessing the unremarkable researchers while pondering what the Space Strategy Research Society really did.
