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Zhang Ran continued to read the text on the file: "Alpha Industries, 74,000 people."

"The Rockefee Consortium, 64,000 people..."

After hearing the numbers, the representatives of the forces with more places were slightly relieved.

As for the forces that won fewer places, their bodies were tense, as if they had exhausted all their strength.

In a world where the strong eat the weak, it is already very good that my place has not been taken away by others.

Taking advantage of the reading time, the memory in Zhang Ran's mind emerged again.

In the past ten years, since the sun disappeared, it has been a chaotic and turbulent decade, with chaebols and warlords flourishing. Except for the joint construction of small universes and spaceships, the social order has completely collapsed.

Democracy and freedom, go to hell!

Whoever controls the wealth and the army is the owner of the power!

In the midst of despair, human beings will always spontaneously look for life-saving straws.

The Daxia royal family, who has been the "mascot" for hundreds of years, has somehow regained some prestige.

I have to say that Zhang Ran's "father" is still somewhat capable. Through various favors, he has won the hearts and minds of the people, and even won the allegiance of about 15% of the troops in the shelter.

This amount is quite a lot!

But when the emperor died, the royal family was in chaos. Starlings choose trees to perch, loyal ministers choose masters, there is no absolute loyalty in the world, and most traditional royal forces are watching the ability of the crown prince.

However, the prince is an incompetent and incompetent.

According to the previous division, the royal family can get at least 50,000 survival places, and if it is stronger, 60,000 is possible.

But now, there are only five thousand.

Isn't this being bitten hard, what is it?

"If I signed my name, it would be equivalent to selling a large number of subordinates' lives. These subordinates might rebel immediately and join other forces."

"If I become a bare commander..."

After thinking about this, Zhang Ran cursed in his heart, this prince didn't even bring a weapon to attend this kind of grand banquet...

At this moment, a strange line of words suddenly popped up in my mind!

[The subspace has been activated. 】

[Creation energy: 10000]

【…】

This is! !

There was a sudden movement in his heart, and at this moment, his hair stood on end with excitement.

He raised his head slightly, because he was distracted and wanted to read the words in his mind, he read several wrong numbers in a row, causing the person concerned to express his objection immediately.

"Six thousand... Your Highness, I have six thousand places here!"

Zhang Ran swallowed: "Fukuben Manufacturing Center, 6,000 people."

"Kaili Technology, 5,000 people..."

Damn, I'm about to finish reading, and I don't even have time to study the golden finger!

"Please sign the agreement." Prime Minister Jia Yiwei said in a deep voice again, "Everyone, do you have any objections?"

No one spoke.

Once all parties reach consensus, the result cannot be changed.

The camera is aimed at Zhang Ran, and the process of his reading and signing the agreement will be completely recorded.

Hundreds and thousands of years later, human civilization has really been re-established, and it is this prince who bears the infamy.

Anyway, the prince signed the order to abandon most people, so what does it have to do with us?

"I…"

The hair stood on end, everyone was staring at him, and terrifying pressure came from all directions.

Zhang Ran concentrated and read his golden finger.

The opening of the subspace requires a door.

The nearest door, more than 20 meters away from me, is too far!

"Clap!"

There was the sound of metal falling from the side, and it was a gun that fell to the ground.

Jia Yiwei bent down with a half-smile and picked up the pistol on the ground.

The gun was aimed at Zhang Ran vaguely.

"Sign it, Your Excellency, you will be the first to board the ship, I can promise."

This is intimidation!

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Zhang Ran's mind!

He concentrated all his strength on his lower body.

He pressed his bladder fiercely with his fingers.

Relax…

come out…

Come out to me!

Crash.

A stream of heat gushes out!

Everyone heard the sound of this stream of water.

Immediately afterwards, there was an indescribably strange atmosphere in the conference room.

In the silent atmosphere of silence, there was a moment of ridiculousness.

What a serious and formal meeting this is.

This meeting even decided the direction of mankind!

but…

Several middle-aged women opened their mouths, glanced in the direction of the bottom of the table, and covered their noses unconsciously.

Urine!

The lazy, lustful and playful prince actually urinates nervously at this moment!

Cabinet Prime Minister Jia Yiwei's face trembled twice, and the shock on his expression disappeared in a flash.

He really didn't expect that when he threatened the prince with a gun, he frightened him to pee.

However, his good self-cultivation still made him hold back the act of wanting to scold his mother.

He was the closest, and the smell of urine was the heaviest...

It's really pissing.

Zhang Ran said in a tone that was about to burst into tears: "Prime Minister Jia...I...I'm going to change my pants? Then sign?"

Jia Yiwei hesitated for a while, but then changed. Now he just wants to eat this piece of meat cut from the royal family and quickly eat it.

but…

"I... I'm fast, a few minutes are enough. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Zhang Ran raised his wet hand, and was about to rub it against Jia Yiwei.

When Jia Yiwei saw the liquid in his hand reaching out, he avoided it.

He walked quickly to the gate and opened the security door of the conference room.

There are many people waiting outside.

The royal family also came.

"What did you do to the prince? What can he understand when you suddenly let him go to a meeting? He hasn't succeeded yet! He's just a crown prince!" Someone yelled angrily.

Some people already know the content of the meeting and are quietly waiting for the final result.

Jia Yiwei didn't answer, but pointed to one of the soldiers: "You, take off your pants."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

…

There was discussion again in the conference room.

Some small forces that are dissatisfied with the results are exchanging interests, even if there are one or two hundred more places, it would be good.

There are also people who want to take another piece of meat from the royal family... After all, there are still 5,000 people in the royal family.

In the small room next to the conference room, Zhang Ran slowly took off his wet pants and lowered his head, no one could see his facial expression clearly.

It takes two minutes to change the pants. The arguments of these small forces may be delayed for five or six minutes.

He was reading his golden finger quickly.

[Warp Creation Energy: 10000]

[How to use: Allows you to create objects in the void in the subspace, limited to the technological products of the technological level of this civilization. 】

[The more complex the technological product, the more energy of creation is consumed. 】

[The current era of your civilization: the information age. 】

[Note: To open the portal of the warp, real matter must be used as a medium...]