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

"Rockfield Consortium, 64,000 people..."

The representatives of the forces who received more places breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the numbers.

The forces with fewer quotas were nervous, as if they had used all their strength.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, it is already very good that my quota has not been stolen by others.

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

The past decade, since the sun disappeared, was a decade of turmoil. The chaebols and warlords were born. In addition to jointly building small universes and spacecraft, the social order completely collapsed.

Democracy and freedom, go to hell!

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

In the midst of despair, humans always spontaneously look for life-saving straws.

The royal family of the Daxia Kingdom, which had been a "mascot" for hundreds of years, inexplicably...restored some reputation.

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

This amount is quite high!

But when the emperor died of illness, the royal family was naturally in chaos. Starlings chose trees to live in, loyal ministers chose masters to work. There is no absolute loyalty in the world, and most traditional royal forces are waiting for the crown prince's ability.

But the prince’s playboy is incompetent and an A Dou who cannot be helped, so he becomes a fat person in the eyes of all forces.

According to previous divisions, the royal family can obtain at least 50,000 in survival quotas. If it is stronger, 60,000 is possible.

But now, there are only five thousand.

Isn't this a bite? What's that?

"If I sign an autograph, it's equivalent to selling a large number of survival quotas my subordinates should have. These subordinates might immediately rebel and join other forces."

"If I become the commander of the bare hands..."

After thinking about this, Zhang Ran cursed in his heart that this prince did not even bring weapons to attend such a Hongmen banquet...

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

【Subspace has been launched.】

【Creation Energy: 10000】

【…】

This is!!!

His heart suddenly moved, and at this moment, his hair stood up excitedly.

He looked up slightly, because he wanted to read the words in his mind, and he mispronounced several numbers in a row, which made the parties immediately express their objections.

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

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

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

Damn it, I'm almost finished reading, but I don't even have time to study the gold finger!

"Please sign the agreement." Prime Minister Jia Yiwei said in a deep voice again, "Everyone, have no objections?"

No one speaks.

Once all parties obtain consensus, the results will not be changed.

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

Hundreds and thousands of years later, human civilization was really re-established, and this prince was also the one who was infamous.

Anyway, what does it have to do with us that the prince signed the order and abandoned most of us?

"I……"

The hair stood up, everyone stared at him, and the terrifying pressure came from all directions.

Zhang Ran concentrated on reading his golden fingers.

The opening of the sub-space requires a door.

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

"Click!"

The sound of metal falling from his side came from around him, and a gun fell to the ground.

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

The gun pointed at Zhang Ran vaguely.

"Sign up, Your Excellency Prince, you are the first to board the ship, I can promise."

This is intimidation!

An inspiration suddenly flashed through Zhang Ran’s mind!

He concentrated all his energy on his lower body.

He pressed his bladder fiercely with his fingers.

Relax……

come out……

Come out for me!

Crazy.

A hot stream gushed out!

Everyone heard the sound of this stream of water.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable and strange atmosphere emerged in the conference room.

In the silent atmosphere of silence, there was a hint of ridiculousness in an instant.

What a serious and formal meeting.

This meeting even determines the direction of humanity!

but……

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

Peeing!

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

The face of the cabinet Prime Minister Jia Yiwei shook twice, and the shock on his expression flashed away.

He really didn't expect that he intimidated the prince with a gun, which scared the other party to pee.

But his good cultivation still made him resist the act of cursing.

He is closest to him and smells the most scent of urine...

It's really urinating.

Zhang Ran said in a tone that was about to burst into tears: "Prime Minister Jia...I...I'll go change your pants? Then sign again?"

Jia Yiwei hesitated for a moment, and Chi Ze changed. He just wanted to eat this piece of meat cut from the royal family and quickly put it into his mouth.

but……

"I...I'm very fast, a few minutes will be enough." Zhang Ran raised his wet hand and was about to rub it on Jia Yiwei.

When Jia Yiwei saw the liquid coming from his hand, he avoided it.

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

There are many people waiting outside.

The royal family is here too.

"What's wrong with the prince? I suddenly asked him to go to a meeting. What can he know? He has not succeeded to the throne yet! He is still just a crown prince!" Someone yelled angrily.

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

Jia Yiwei did not answer and pointed to one of the soldiers: "You, take off your pants."

"Yes, sir!"

...

There was another discussion in the conference room.

Some small forces who are not satisfied with the results are in exchange for interests, and even if there is an additional quota of one or two hundred people, it is good.

Some people also want to bite a piece of meat from the royal family... After all, there are still 5,000 places 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.

Change your pants in two minutes, and the debate between these small forces may delay for five or six minutes.

He was reading his golden fingers quickly.

【Subspace Creation Energy: 10000】

[How to use: Allow you to create voids in subspace, limited to technological products of this article with technological level.]

[The more complex the technological product is, the more creative energy it consumes.]

[The current era of your civilization: the information age.]
Chapter completed!