Can't the Artificial Sun Light Up? I'll Light One More

The sun is going to go out, the earth is going to freeze into popsicles, and all mankind has only 98 days left to live. Pang Bo: It's not a big problem. I'll go on a trip fifty years later. Others traveled with Goldfinger, but he traveled with him and brought an entire frozen morgue - acquaintances frozen into ice sculptures all over the street, and he didn't even return the power bank he borrowed from next door. The system asked him to choose one of two options: A. If you keep going, you will be rewarded with a thermostatic down jacket (shelf life: before freezing to death) B. Tell the country to reward Einstein with 10086 brains + a full set of doomsday survival black technology Pang Bo looked at the ice sculpture exhibition at minus 200 degrees and silently clicked B. So, a 21-year-old ordinary guy who couldn't even find a college diploma became the director of the Yanlong Kingdom's Guoding Bureau - responsible for transforming 80 cities across the country into "snow nests", building nuclear high-speed trains, pulling up nano-canopies, and rubbing artificial suns. "Don't ask, just ask the state to open a new business for demolition: demolish the earth and build a new home."