"I'm giving you a chance. Do you just want to be trapped on your own planet as a frog in the bottom of a well?"
"We have to communicate with the outside world, just like the previous communication between countries!" West said to the crowd.
"I don't agree. There are only a limited number of people here. If we send all the geniuses out, what hope do we have?"
"In fact, I also feel a little confused. Can't we take some people out? If all of them are sent out..." Iron Hand said with a little worry.
Of course, he agreed with West. But if all of them were taken away, wouldn't it be too risky?
"I think we should support West's idea. He is right. We have no choice but to be conservative here. We'd better go out and have a look."
"We need to go out to study. Maybe we can make our planet stronger."
"Bullshit! You are just..."
The originally quiet meeting room was now a mess.
West shrugged helplessly and looked in the direction of the tomb-protecting race.