The layout here is somewhat like Starbucks, but the area is much larger. Warm red lighting spills over the solid wood long table, and the air is filled with the melody of light music from the old era, extremely tasteful.
"Weiss, could you please bring three cups of espresso, and add more milk to mine."
Zhang Shun smiled at the female barista behind the counter, and soon three cups of aromatic coffee were brought over.
These "luxuries," unheard of in the Buffer Zone, were commonplace at this research institute.
Jiang Chuan took a sip from his cup, still familiar with the bitterness. He really couldn't understand how people in the old era could be obsessed with this taste.
Ding Yishan, on the other hand, casually chatted with Zhang Shun, mostly revolving around the upcoming Satellite City plan.
But Zhang Shun, immersed in research over the years, showed little interest in administrative affairs and seemed somewhat absent-minded.
