Thick space junk floated around the planet, the only safe passage being a special channel reserved for planetary administrators. A batch of federally-funded resources below average standards would be transported to the planet every two months.,The surroundings were a silent wilderness, with only the occasional chirps of birds. 。In a corner of the factory, sparks occasionally flew out. A bonfire burned quietly, and a long shadow flickered on the ruins. 。,Without overthinking the order of these two characters, following the principle of what sounds good, his adoptive father, who had the good fortune to have read a few books, named him—Mu Fan.。