Time slipped by slowly.
Gobi Desert.
Dou Qingfeng and his people watched the sun rise in the east, then watched it set in the west.
In the blink of an eye.
The whole day was gone.
Now, the sun was sinking in the west. Evening had come.
"He still hasn't come out..."
Dou Qingfeng sighed, having given up on the idea of going down the well to find out.
In the meeting room at the base, not very big.
It was packed full of people.
During the day.
The base received top-level notice: everyone must gather on time and watch tonight's news.
Dou Qingfeng didn't understand, but he obeyed.
Large screen at the front of the meeting room.
After the familiar opening music.
What appeared on TV wasn't the usual balcony host.
"Everyone——"
Yin Shanhai's expression was extremely serious.
Dou Qingfeng, and the other 1.4 billion people, had never seen this level of seriousness.
"Right now, it's September 9, 2025, seven in the evening."
