"Everyone knows that the problem we face is urgent and we must go all out." Xiao Yi looked at the team members with a firm gaze. Xiao Yi stood in front of the team, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes revealing an unquestionable determination. His gaze was like two torches, shooting straight into the hearts of every team member. "Time is running out, and every passing minute and every second may put us in a more difficult situation." His voice was steady and powerful, echoing clearly in the quiet room, "We can't slack off in the slightest, and we can't have the slightest hesitation." Xiao Yi took a few steps forward, put his hands on the conference table, and leaned forward slightly, "Look at our base, look at our compatriots, they are all looking forward to us, looking forward to us finding a solution to the problem." His eyes swept from left to right, staring into the eyes of the team members one by one, "We are their hope and their survival. We are not only responsible for researching new fuels, but also the future of the entire base, the life and dream of everyone." Xiao Yi stood up straight and clenched his fists, "So, I ask you, no, us, to devote ourselves to this work. Give all our time, all our energy, and all our wisdom. No matter how great the difficulties or setbacks are, we will never retreat and never give up!" At this time, Xiao Yi was like a fearless general, leading his soldiers to a life-and-death battlefield. The team members were also infected by his words, and a burning fighting spirit ignited in their eyes.

The team members immediately sprang into action, gathering information and research findings on fuels. The lab was a scene of bustle. Some members sat at their computers, their fingers clacking away at the keyboards, their screens constantly flickering as they trawled the vast online world for information related to fuels. Every keyword they typed was tinged with eager anticipation; every click on a link felt like searching for a glimmer of light in the darkness. In the library, members wandered between the towering bookshelves, their gazes eagerly scanning each thick volume. They carefully pulled out precious documents, some of the pages yellowed and reeking of age, but their eyes were filled with cherishment. From time to time, someone would pause and quickly jot down important details in their notebooks, the rustling sound of their writing a secret exchange of knowledge. Other members traveled between research institutions, exchanging ideas with their peers. They sincerely sought advice and listened attentively to every suggestion and perspective. Their folders were constantly filled with new information, the fruits of their hard work. Inside the office, the phone rang repeatedly as team members remotely communicated with experts around the world. They asked detailed questions, meticulously recording responses, not missing a single potentially useful detail. In the data room, a mountain of documents and reports gradually piled up. Team members sorted and organized this valuable information, beads of sweat on their foreheads, but their work never paused. The entire team was like a precision machine, each member an essential component, operating efficiently and orderly towards a common goal.

They searched ancient books in the base's library, searching the database for any remaining information. Team members moved among the library's aged wooden shelves. Their gazes swept across row after row of tall bookshelves, eager and focused. Some of the ancient books had worn covers, the writing on their spines illegible, yet they lifted them gently, examining them with care, as if they were treasures. One member stood on tiptoe, straining to reach a heavy tome on the top shelf. Anticipation filled his face, and when he finally held the book, he breathed a sigh of relief. He eagerly flipped open the pages, the yellowed paper crackling softly as his eyes quickly grasped every line of text. Another member crouched at the base of the bookshelf, carefully searching through a pile of forgotten books. His hands were caked with dust, but he was oblivious, focused on finding the crucial clue that might be hidden within. In the corner of the library, several tables were piled high with documents. The members sat together, sharing their discoveries, their voices filled with excitement and eagerness. Meanwhile, in the database room on the other side, the sound of keyboards clacking could be heard. The members stared intently at their computer screens, their fingers dancing across the keyboards. They typed in keyword after keyword, browsing through complex data and information. Whenever something of value appeared on the screen, their eyes lit up. To find more accurate information, some constantly adjusted their search strategies, trying various combinations and filters. Others switched back and forth between multiple databases, never missing a single potentially useful corner. As time passed, they forgot about fatigue and hunger, completely devoting themselves to this journey of information discovery.

"This past knowledge may bring us new inspiration," said a scientist. His hair was a little messy, and his eyes were bloodshot, but they sparkled with excitement. He held a yellowed ancient book in one hand, and with the other he gently adjusted his glasses, which were about to slip off his nose. "Think about it," he said, his voice rising slightly, a hint of eagerness and anticipation in it. "People in the past, under such difficult conditions, were able to generate such rich reflections and practices. Although times have changed, the wisdom and principles contained within remain the same." He slowly flipped through the ancient book, the pages rustling. "Each page records the painstaking efforts and dedication of our predecessors. The problems they faced may have been different from ours, but the ideas and methods they employed to solve them may open a whole new window for us." The scientist looked up at his busy colleagues. "We cannot ignore this precious legacy. Perhaps a forgotten theory, an ancient craft, through our refinement and innovation, can become the key to solving today's challenges." His voice echoed in the quiet room, causing everyone to pause their work and pause in a moment of reflection. Then, everyone plunged back into their study of the data with even greater resolve, as if the scientist's words had ignited a spark of hope deep within their hearts.

Meanwhile, the laboratory was undergoing intense preparations. In a corner of the base, a once empty room was gradually undergoing transformation. Workers bustled in and out, moving various equipment and materials. The laboratory floor, once rough cement, was meticulously polished and smoothed, then covered with special anti-static tiles. The walls were repainted, the pristine white paint emitting a faint chemical odor.