"As for the opinions of other councilors..." A sharp glint flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, "I will handle them well."

Lu Yongchang nodded silently and said, "I believe you."

Silence fell in the room once again.

After a long while, the old man let out a long breath: "What are you going to do next?"

After a moment of contemplation, Lü Yongchang said, word by word, "Continue onward."

"Proxima Centauri is about to go out."

"This star system is too resource-poor. I plan to rest here for a while before heading to a star system more suitable for human habitation."

The old man closed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Alright then."

"Human civilization is in your hands now."

...

After leaving the councilor's room, Lü Yongchang took a deep breath.

"Zero, show me the Speaker's last inspection report."

The holographic projection unfolded, and rows of data appeared in front of him.

Looking at the appalling data points approaching the critical point, Lü Yongchang sighed slightly.

Zero is not wrong.

Based on current data, the speaker of parliament can only hold the position for a maximum of one year.

It could even be shorter.

Whether out of personal motives or considerations for the stability of the People's Federation, Lü Yongchang found it difficult to accept this fact.

He recalled the words he had spoken to Mao Zhengzhi a couple of days ago.

The Proxima Centauri civilization has an average age of 500 years!

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Zero, have Mao Zhengzhi come to my office."

"Don't alert anyone."

After saying that, he strode towards his office.