Chapter 291: Recruitment and Overstepping Authority
Yang Ming is almost becoming autistic.
What kind of monsters are the rivals of human beings on Earth!
The level of civilization is not the same as the level of technology, but only technological development can promote the progress of civilization level.
If the energy crisis cannot be resolved, regional conflicts will continue to arise and the world will not be able to unite, so it is very important to develop controlled fusion.
If we can have relatively abundant energy, social productivity will continue to improve, and various problems in the global civilization society can be effectively solved. Only then will there be the possibility of a great union of global civilization.
Yang Ming discovered through his memories...
The Earth is completely out of step with the times.
The development progress of the existing civilization on Earth is half that of other greenhouse civilizations!
Can't win.
Forget it.
How much can he, a pioneer, change?
When the earth's civilization is wiped out, I can only set up a tablet for my parents and let 026 burn incense there every day, which can be considered as showing filial piety.
"Uncle, your mood hasn't recovered yet," Mimili strolled over with a fruit plate, "Where are we going next?"
Yang Ming sighed faintly: "Go and indulge yourself. I want to numb myself."
“That sounds interesting.”
Mimili leaned against the sofa where Yang Ming was sitting. There were seats for ten people next to it, but she insisted on squeezing in there.
"Lv," Yang Ming called out, "Did that guy mutter any valuable information to himself?"
"No, boss."
Several projection devices were running at the same time, and Lu's realistic projection appeared on the side, dressed in a relatively conservative secretary outfit.
Lu said softly, "You can't help much no matter how stressed you are, but that guy No. 4 must have some information that he didn't share."
"It's the same for us. We didn't share a lot of intelligence with him," Yang Ming said. "Now he is under our control, we can slowly ask him later. The problem now is that my home planet is not competitive enough."
"Alas, accidentally touching the barrier of the space-time bubble is really a troublesome thing."
Lu raised his glasses:
“But boss, based on the information he told me, I made some deductions.
"The computing power of my newly built server cluster is barely enough, so I simulated the general progress of Faya's game and found two problems. Maybe they can cheer you up."
"What's the problem?"
"One is, what is the significance of the existence of the forerunners?"
“To take in refugees.”
"It should be said that this is only one aspect," Lu asked back, "Boss, can you answer me whether my birthplace is in the planetary stand-alone version of "Abyss" that you have experienced."
Yang Ming said: "Yes, but it is very different from the real place. It is just a ruin containing some ancient technology and some precious alloys... Hmm?"
"If the main body of Faya's game is generated by real-time data of the Milky Way, then will our Dark Star appear in the game?"
Yang Ming murmured, "It should be possible, and it will be corrected to a certain extent?"
Lu smiled and said, "Then, if there is a powerful force in the Empire camp, will this force appear in the game?"
Yang Ming rubbed his brows and said, "The pioneers cannot enter the game, so I will most likely not be able to appear in the game, but my forces should be in... Luofeng, Dark Star... Can the virtual NPC evolved by Edwang help me take care of the players on my home planet..."
"Boss, to be precise, it depends on how much help the Faya people allow."
Lu analyzed carefully:
“And it’s not necessarily impossible to negotiate with them. After all, a greenhouse civilization is not that valuable to them.
"If you can continue to improve your value and increase your influence in the galactic civilization, you may be able to help your home planet improve its chances of success to a certain extent."
"Lü, what you mean is," Yang Ming's eyes brightened, "I can continue to find ways to negotiate with the Fayya people? Yes, the Fayya people are not inflexible. The thinking body fragment we have come into contact with is easy to talk to."
Yang Ming stood up and paced back and forth.
Mimili was picking up some fruit she had never eaten before, and didn't want to get involved in things she didn't understand.
Yang Ming sighed, "Alas... Number Four doesn't know the exact start time either. This is actually the most valuable information."
Lu said gently: "Boss, why don't you relax first and think about this problem after your anxiety subsides."
"I am very relaxed now. Although I am anxious, I won't put too much pressure on myself. This is not a crappy rule I made up."
Yang Ming sighed again, with a hint of thought in his eyes.
Although I said this, deep down I couldn't let go of this feeling.
It may be that the civilization of his home planet is still too low-level, and the ties to his family and the so-called patriotism have not yet been replaced by the collective ideology of society.
In fact, isn’t the Milky Way the same?
No matter how civilization develops, as long as the underlying logic of social operation is similar and inherited from the values and social outlook of the Fayal people, everyone will be bound by this bond.
"Tsk," Yang Ming muttered, "It's obviously impossible to help my hometown complete the civilization upgrade in a few years. They are still in the state of more than 200 political systems."
"One planet? More than two hundred political systems?"
Mimi Li wondered:
"Won't this lead to war?"
Yang Ming said: "It has happened many times, or even every day, but because of the monopoly of nuclear energy and the nuclear deterrence balance formed by several major powers, the overall situation has not changed much."
Lu sighed, "Only when all humans on the mother planet unite can we form basic cohesion and competitiveness. This is indeed a big problem."
"Well, what my home planet lacks in Faya's game is not the level of technology. The Faya people will make arrangements so that holographic simulation technology will appear on my home planet overnight."
Yang Ming supported his knees and sat back on the sofa.
“The biggest problem on my home planet is that we cannot devote all our resources to this civilization assessment.
"Even if there is no unified promotion of game tickets, that is, basic gaming equipment, there will only be a few hundred million units on the planet at most. Half of the population cannot afford it. It will be very difficult to just make a good living for themselves and their families."
Lu and Mimili fell silent at the same time.
Yang Ming wiped his face with both hands.
These are the questions he has been thinking about for a long time, but they are also questions he cannot help with.
What can he do?
The Earth is in a greenhouse, isolated from the main body of the Milky Way. Unless he can forcibly tear open the space-time bubble and send a dark star fleet there in advance, he can force the establishment of a community with a shared future for mankind on Earth earlier.
In that case, he would rather be a sinner and show force to scare all political systems on Earth, forcing them to unite and face the survival crisis of Earth civilization.
But will the Fayans allow it?
At this stage, this is obviously unlikely.
Yang Ming had thought about all these and judged them to be unrealistic.
"There is only one way now."
Yang Ming rubbed his hair randomly for a few times and said with a sigh:
"Lü, help me keep an eye on the news from Emperor Star. We must find the right opportunity and go to Emperor Star to try and see if we can quickly gain power and resources by taking advantage of the old emperor's inflated desire for control."
"Boss, is this matter..."
"Don't worry, I know that the power and value of an individual is insignificant in front of the collective."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "The Emperor Star is not a den of dragons and tigers. As long as our popular support is still there, the emperor will only use us and will not really touch us."
"clear."
Mimi Li suddenly said, "I'll accompany you, uncle. For example, I can disguise myself as your maid or mistress. I also want to visit the most mysterious imperial star in the Milky Way."
"No, that's much more dangerous than being a pirate," Yang Ming refused decisively.
Mimili couldn't help but puff up the corners of her mouth.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "I was just planning to discuss this with you, Mimi Li. You know too much about me."
Mimi Li's expression was a little stagnant: "Uncle, you don't want to... kill people to silence them..."
"Of course not," Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, "I want to formally establish a branch of power and incorporate you into my Molly Miss Group as the Pirate and Surveying Business Development Department, and you will be the head of the department."
"Huh, I thought you were going to shut me up forever, uncle," Mimily smiled, "Of course you can, but what changes will my pirate group have?"
“First, I’ll get you some serious identity.
“Second, I can provide a port and a fleet of small and medium-sized warships to strengthen your strength; of course, you have to purchase them through normal channels and give me a cost price.
"Third, the financial resources of the Molly Miss Group can guarantee you a stable income."
Yang Ming counted with his wrench:
“And what you have to do is very simple. One is to attack the competitors of the Molly Miss Group, and the other is to survey the undeveloped star regions, especially at the border of Luofeng.
"The rest of the time, your pirate department needs to follow some rules when conducting business. Don't kill or burn people easily. This is to add some constraints to you."
Mimily crossed her arms and thought carefully.
Lu laughed and said, "Boss, in this way our Molly Miss Group is also committing a crime."
"Conventional means are developing too slowly, and it is unlikely that there will be such a good opportunity for the New Federation to be beaten in the future."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
"I talked a lot with number four this time, and I found his development path quite interesting. He accumulated industries through gangs, used human weaknesses to infiltrate politicians, wandered in the black zone, accumulated power and then whitewashed it, which enabled him to quickly complete his status promotion.
“My competitors don’t follow the rules, and the Fayyad people don’t care, so why should I follow the rules?
"Just go ahead and do it. I want to build a powerful force."
Mimili muttered quietly, "I haven't agreed yet."
"Little girl, a man who knows the current situation is a hero," Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, "I can't give you too much care when it comes to business."
Mimili sneered, shrugged lightly, and looked at Yang Ming with a little more appreciation in her eyes.
She said softly, "Then I'll listen to you, Uncle Hanton."
"Let's go back to the empire," Yang Ming slapped his thigh, "I'll play with you for a few more days, and then we'll start planning the Imperial Star."
"Uncle, just focus on your work. I can help you."
Mimi's eyes sparkled:
"Compared to the pirates' job, which requires a month of preparation and two galaxies of happiness, I prefer the life here with you, uncle.
"Is there anything I can do? I can do clerical work too."
…
Sherman Empire, Imperial Star, Palace Module.
His Majesty the Emperor gently scratched the side of his nose with his slender fingertips.
This old man seemed to have become a dozen years younger recently. The wrinkles on his face had become much fewer, and the number of maids around him had also decreased a lot.
The old emperor began to participate in political affairs.
It has been more than fifty galactic years since the emperor ascended the throne, and the old emperor has been enjoying life and continuing his style as a prince.
His only job is to deal with some major events that haven't happened in half a year.
This is the easiest job in the entire galaxy.
But in the past two months, the emperor suddenly changed his temper. Not only did he extend his hand beyond the boundaries of the legal constraints on imperial power, he even established some new rules.
For example, a recent decree requires criminals to kneel when summoned.
At this moment, more than a dozen nobles were crawling on the ground, trembling all over.
The emperor sat sideways on the cushion behind the desk, enjoying the service of the maid and looking at the guys below with interest.
The officials from various departments standing on both sides remained silent.
"This is really interesting," the old emperor laughed. "Who came up with the idea of kneeling down to show submission? In this state, they really can't resist my attack. Have their crimes been investigated?"
"Your Majesty, we have found out that they have been engaged in long-term interests with the New Federation, accepting benefits from the New Federation and selling out the interests of the Empire."
The old emperor waved his hand and said, "If it's serious, take them out and shoot them. If it's not serious, lock them up for ten or twenty years. They are all nobles. Don't publicize this matter."
The officials on both sides lowered their heads even lower, without moving an inch.
The old emperor frowned slightly and looked at an elder of the Council of Elders on his left.
"Your Majesty," the elder bowed his head hastily, "According to the new imperial code, crimes committed by civilians shall be tried by ordinary judicial institutions, crimes committed by nobles shall be tried by noble courts and referred to the Council of Elders for deliberation. Viscounts and above shall also require the Council of Elders to send a commissioner to supervise the trial process."
"Hmm?" The old emperor smiled. "Just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush."
The elder swallowed and whispered, "There is no clear provision in the code that your majesty has the right to try the case."
The old emperor's smile gradually faded.
The atmosphere in the hall gradually became depressing. The maids dared not even breathe. There was only the slight sound of dozens of floating balls that were like ornaments rotating around.
The old emperor laughed and said, "So that's how it is. I don't read the scriptures very often, but I didn't expect that there is a process to go through."
"Your Majesty!" the elder said immediately, "The Council of Elders will unconditionally and resolutely obey your orders. We will try these nobles according to your instructions just now!"
The emperor waved his hand and said, "I'm a little tired today, so let's stop here for today... By the way, my Royal Guard Knight hasn't recovered from his injury yet? I want to take him to have some fun on the Imperial Star."
The elder hurriedly said, "Let's contact Viscount Hanton's convalescent unit immediately! If Viscount Hanton can leave the nutrition cabin, bring him to the Imperial Star immediately!"
"Well, go ahead."
The elder secretly sweated as the group of officials slowly retreated. A group of mechanical guards rushed up and dragged these noble criminals out of the hall.
The old emperor suddenly kicked over the table in front of him.
Several maids lowered their heads and walked forward, cleaning up the mess on the ground.
"You, yes, just you, come here."
A maid obeyed the order and lowered her head and walked forward to the emperor. At the emperor's signal, she leaned forward and allowed the emperor's palm to grab her chest and ravage it wantonly. She gritted her teeth and did not groan in pain.
The emperor closed his eyes and rested, thinking about something.
