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

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

The representatives of the factions who had obtained more quotas were slightly relieved after hearing the numbers.

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

In a world where the jungle preys on the weak, it is already very good that his quota has not been snatched away by others.

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

The past ten years, since the disappearance of the sun, has been a decade of chaos and turmoil. Plutocrats and warlords have flourished. Apart from jointly building small universes and spaceships, the social order has completely collapsed.

Democracy and freedom, all go to hell!

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

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

The Great Xia royal family, which has been the "mascot" for hundreds of years, somehow...recovered some prestige.

It has to be said that Zhang Ran's "father" is still somewhat capable. Through various favors, he won the hearts of the people and even won the loyalty of about 15% of the troops in the refuge.

This amount is quite a lot!

But the emperor died of illness, and the royal family was naturally in chaos. A starling chooses a tree to live in, and a loyal minister chooses a master to serve. Absolute loyalty does not exist in the world, and most traditional royal forces are watching the crown prince's ability.

However, the prince is a dandy and incompetent, a dou who cannot be supported, so he has become fat in the eyes of all parties.

According to the previous division, the royal family can get at least 50,000 surviving quotas. If they are stronger, 60,000 is possible.

But now, there are only five thousand.

This is not a bite, what is it?

"If I sign, it's equivalent to selling a large number of subordinates' quota of survival. These subordinates may immediately rebel and join other forces."

"If I become a polished commander..."

After thinking about this point clearly, Zhang Ran cursed in his heart, the prince didn't even bring a weapon to participate in this grand banquet...

At this moment, a line of strange words 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, the hairs stood on end with excitement.

Slightly raised his head, because he was distracted and wanted to read the words in his mind, he mispronounced several numbers in a row, and the person concerned immediately expressed his objection.

"Six thousand...Your Highness, I have a quota of six thousand here!"

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

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

Damn it, it's almost the end of the reading, and there's no time to study cheats!

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

No one spoke.

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

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

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

Anyway, it is the prince who signed the order and abandoned most of the people, so what does it have to do with us?

"I……"

The hairs stood on end, everyone stared at him, and the 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 is more than 20 meters away from me, it's too far away!

"Slap!"

There was the sound of metal falling nearby, a gun falling to the ground.

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

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at Zhang Ran vaguely.

"Let's sign, Your Excellency, you are 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 the energy in his whole body on his lower body.

He pressed his bladder fiercely with his fingers.

Relax……

come out……

come out for 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 meeting room.

In the speechless atmosphere of silence, there was a hint of absurdity in an instant.

What a serious and formal meeting this is.

This meeting even determines the direction of mankind's progress!

but……

Several middle-aged women opened their mouths, glanced at the direction under the table, and unconsciously covered their noses.

Pee!

The lazy, lustful and dandy prince actually peed nervously at this moment!

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

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

But his good self-cultivation still allowed him to hold back his desire to scold his mother.

He was the closest, and he smelled the strongest smell of urine...

It's really peeing.

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 moment, but later he changed. He just wanted to eat this piece of meat from the royal family as soon as possible.

but……

"I...I'll be quick, a few minutes will be enough." Zhang Ran raised his wet hand, and was about to wipe Jia Yiwei's body.

When Jia Yiwei saw that liquid hand stretched out, he avoided it.

He walked quickly to the gate and opened the anti-theft door of the conference room.

There are many people waiting outside.

The royal family also came.

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

Some people already knew the content of the meeting and were quietly waiting for the final result.

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

"Yes, sir!"

...

There was discussion again in the meeting room.

Some small forces who are not satisfied with the results are exchanging interests, even if there are one or two hundred more people, it is good.

There are also people who want to bite off another piece of meat from the royal family... After all, the royal family still has a quota of 5,000 people.

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

Changing pants can be done in two minutes, and the arguments of these small powers may be delayed for five or six minutes.

He was reading his cheat sheet quickly.

[Subspace Creation Energy: 10000]

[Usage method: Allows you to create creations in the subspace, only limited to technological products of this civilization's technological level. 】

[The more complex the product of science and technology, the more creation energy it consumes. 】

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

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