Human civilization as it is today will not face any major threats, at least for the next few decades.

Even if Proxima Centauri were to go out, the resources within the star system would be sufficient to sustain us for a period of time.

But Lü Yongchang knew that even so, human civilization was still like an acrobat walking on a tightrope.

If one had made even the slightest misstep, the fate of the Proxima Centauri civilization would have served as a cautionary tale.

The reason is simple.

According to Zero's calculations, the resources within the Proxima Centauri system only allow humanity 100-150 years of stable development.

Once humanity expends too many resources here, it will become like a frog in slowly boiling water—unable to escape this star system unscathed!

"Yongchang!"

The familiar, urgent shouts interrupted his thoughts.

Lu Yongchang suddenly stopped and looked up.

It is legislator Hung Chi-ming.

Having not seen him for a long time, his face was now filled with anxiety.

Perhaps due to excessive stress during this period, Hong Qiming developed several large blisters on his lips and some gray hairs appeared on his head.

"Councilor Hong".

Lu Yongchang strode closer, looked around, and then asked in a low voice, "How is the Speaker doing?"

Hong Qiming sighed deeply and shook his head helplessly.

"It's not a very optimistic situation."

"Even if we manage to get through this, I estimate we don't have much time left..."

Lu Yongchang's heart sank, and he asked again, "What about the work on the parliament's side?"

"you……"

Hong Qiming sighed again: "Almost there."

"The election for the second Speaker of Parliament will begin in a month."