Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

Wen Qingyue's public image appeared ten minutes later.

She sat in the highest-floor conference room of Tianheng headquarters, with the huge blue-and-white map of the Earth and Moon behind her, which once symbolized humanity's entry into the lunar era.

She was much younger than Wen Zhaolin, and her features were somewhat similar, but she was colder.

There was none of the idealistic weariness that Wen Zhaolin once possessed.

Only precision, restraint, and calculation.

"I am Wen Qingyue."

She addressed the global channels.

"The interim board of directors of Tianheng Group has been restructured."

"Due to a major decision-making error and health reasons, Mr. Wen Zhaolin is no longer qualified to speak on behalf of Tianheng."

Wen Zhaolin sat in the isolation ward, his expression unchanged.

But Lin Xiaoman saw that his fingertips twitched slightly.

Xu Wangshu asked in a low voice, "Has she been involved all along?"

Wen Zhaolin remained silent for a few seconds.

"I participated in the later board meetings."

"Do you know the truth about the far side of the moon?"

"I know part of it."

How much do you know?

Wen Zhaolin looked up at his younger sister on the screen.

"That's enough to make her choose another path."

Wen Qingyue continued:

"The Northern Heavenly Gate Patrol Shadow has entered near-Earth orbit. Humanity needs to establish a stable communication mechanism, rather than relying on temporary testimony networks and emotional resistance."

She did not name Xu Wangshu.

But every word points to Xu Wangshu.

"Tianheng is willing to act as the technical coordinator, representing participating organizations and individuals, and establish branch communication interfaces."

Qin Lan's expression turned cold.

"She avoided representing all of humanity."

Xu Wangshu nodded.

"She's gotten smarter."

Wen Qingyue no longer claimed to represent humanity, but rather "institutions and individuals who voluntarily participate." In doing so, she bypassed part of the logic behind the public risk review she had just discussed, attempting to establish a legitimate facade.

Beitianmen responded immediately.

[An organized voluntary interface has been detected.]

[Application Content: Branch Communication.]

[Requesting confirmation from existing management nodes.]

All the pressure is back on Qin Lan.

If Qin Lan refuses, Tianheng will incite some people to say that the Joint Office is depriving people of their right to voluntary communication.

If Qin Lan agrees, Beitianmen can open a branch interface through Tianheng.

Wen Qingyue had clearly calculated this difficult problem.

She even gave a slight smile.

"Director Qin, I believe that there shouldn't be only one voice in the world."

Lu Chenggong sneered.

"That sounds quite democratic."

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "She used freedom as an excuse."

Qin Lan did not answer immediately.

She turned to Xu Wangshu and asked, "Is there a technical solution that allows for expression but not takeover?"

Xu Wangshu thought for a moment.

"An isolation sandbox can be built."

"specific."

"Tianheng is allowed to submit their views, data, and requests, but all content only enters the human-side review sandbox and is not directly connected to the North Heavenly Gate. After being publicly labeled by multiple nodes, a decision is made on whether to forward it."

Qin Lan nodded.

"In other words, they can speak, but they can't directly insert their words into the deep space interface."

"right."

"Do."

When Wen Qingyue heard this response, a flicker of emotion appeared in her eyes for the first time.

She clearly didn't expect Qin Lan to give an answer of "not refusing but isolating".

What I never expected was that Xu Wangshu would package it as a technical process.

Qin Lan announced to the global channel:

"Tianheng can submit the materials."

"However, a direct connection to the North Heavenly Gate interface must not be established."

"All materials enter a public risk sandbox and are reviewed by multiple nodes."

Wen Qingyue's smile faded.

"Director Qin, this will reduce communication efficiency."

Qin Lan replied very quickly.

"The world has no shortage of the efficiency you crave right now."

This remark almost made several people in the joint office burst out laughing.

Wen Qingyue looked at the camera, and her gaze finally landed on Wen Zhaolin.

"Brother, do you also agree with them wasting their time like this?"

This was the first time she had called him "brother".

Lin Xiaoman looked up at Wen Zhaolin.

Wen Zhaolin was silent for a moment, then said, "I agree."

Wen Qingyue's eyes turned cold.

"You've softened."

"No," Wen Zhaolin said, "I just finally realize that an overly rigid order can crush people."

Wen Qingyue didn't look at him again.

She turned to Xu Wangshu.

"Dr. Xu, you are now trying to deal with deep space censorship with a fragmented echo from a lighthouse, a minor key carrier, a damaged Houyi sequence, and a sinner."

"Don't you think it's absurd?"

Xu Wangshu looked at her.

I don't think so.

Why?

"Because this is the human world."

Xu Wangshu paused.

"The wounded, criminals, minors, missing persons, temporary organizations, arguing experts, and observatories with unpaid wages—all these are considered part of the human world."

"You think it's absurd because you only want a nice-looking interface."

This sentence directly tore open Wen Qingyue's packaging.

On public channels, many nodes began to forward the message.

The human world is not a pleasant place to be.

The patrolman at Beitianmen recorded this sentence.

[Human beings refer to themselves as: a collection of non-standard interfaces.]

Lu Chengong couldn't help but say, "How come it actually memorized it so diligently?"

Lin Jibai's weak echo emerged.

[They probably find it difficult to criticize.]

Xu Wangshu looked at the line of words in the corner of the moon painting, and his gaze relaxed slightly.

But the next second, Wen Qingyue threw out her real bargaining chip.

"Since you refuse to connect directly, I will submit the first set of sandbox materials."

The content is: thirteen seconds of original Martian echo preserved by Tianheng.

Wen Zhaolin's expression changed drastically.

"Qingyue, no."

Wen Qingyue looked at the camera.

"It's too late."

She publicly uploaded the Martian echo.