Chapter 255 We Need a Lot of Spaceships

Hao Ren thought about the whole process. Although he felt that there was no problem with the logic, he still felt a little guilty: "In other words, is this really okay?"

"Nothing is impossible," the data terminal made a buzzing sound that circled around Hao Ren's ears. "All processes are within the limits of the regulations, and to be honest, the current situation of the Irem elves is almost enough." "Civilized Preservation" standard. You are the prosecutor responsible for handling this matter, and you have some authority to characterize this incident. Remember, although the empire's laws are strict, at the same time, we are not machines. Compared with death, We are better at finding the core of a thing when it comes to picking out clauses. The core of all regulations related to the preservation of civilization is nothing more than three: first, to ensure the diversity of civilization, thereby ensuring the orderly development of the order camp as a whole; second, to protect potential Civilizations should be protected as much as possible to ensure that there is always fresh blood and reserve power within the empire's territory; third, worthless losses between civilizations should be prevented. Finally, I would like to explain that the empire does not interfere in conventional wars between mortal civilizations. But in order to ensure the first two cores, we will intervene in those wars of extinction level and worthless blind wars. The above are the core requirements of 80% of the work of the Space-Time Administration, and all other laws are based on these three cores. Formulated under the Act. If there is a conflict between some branch regulations and these three cores during actual operation, the three cores will be used as the criterion. Of course, if possible - it is smartest to use existing provisions to reasonably avoid conflicts. This will greatly improve your evaluation as a reviewer, and Chief Raven will also look at you with admiration."

Hao Ren thought for a while: "...Suddenly I feel that even if Raven 12345 is rated highly, there is nothing to be happy about..."

As a result, the data terminal shamelessly agreed: "Oh, that's true."

Hao Ren: "...Ahem, let's get down to business. Does that mean we can let the Irem elves go to my universe?"

"Well," the data terminal slowly dropped back on the table, "Actually, we can also give them a home in this universe. This is closer to them, but now we want to save trouble. Anyway, we have a ready-made planet at hand. It’s no use. For the Empire, placing them 80 million light-years away is no different from placing them in another universe. We have no idea about ‘distance’ for a long time. And there is an advantage to placing them over there: this The Erim Elves do seem to have great potential. The Empire likes such young races. It would be a waste to put them in this wild universe. It is better to place them closer to the bustling areas so that they can get in touch with them earlier. Go to other races and don’t waste their energy and intelligence.”

Hao Ren nodded thoughtfully, and then thought about a more critical question: They must move, but the question is who will help them move?

The only thing he has on hand is a bastard... the Giant Turtle Rock Platform. That thing does have space to expand the cargo compartment, but no matter how much space is expanded, it can't hold a billion elves and their luggage. If he drives the spacecraft to transport it one by one, It is estimated that he can toss the men's football team to win the World Cup. And with his current authority, he couldn't apply for the empire's official colonial fleet - he could file a report and hand over the whole matter to his superiors, but he didn't want to do that.

So he had been thinking about where to find some private helpers from the beginning. After thinking for a long time, he didn't seem to know many in the macro world, but in the end he had an idea: "Terminal, do you remember when we first The transport ship captain you met on a business trip to an alien planet, right? Do you have his contact information?"

"You mean the No. 883 ship?" The data terminal suddenly remembered, "Of course I kept it. When we boarded the ship, he stuffed a lot of advertising materials into the ship. These long-distance people are very hardworking."

Hao Ren quickly asked the data terminal to try to contact the other party. It turned out that the person was actually online. A rough and powerful baritone voice spoke: "It's the censor from last time?! What do you want from me? A national mission?"

Hao Ren said goodbye to the captain and never saw each other again. He was a little embarrassed to ask for help as soon as he contacted him: "Um...ah ha, it's not a national mission. I have something to do with you. What about you?" Is the ship free now?"

"We are running on the route now." Captain 883 is currently on his own spaceship. He was still at the command site when he heard the noise. "Hey, Enzo, go to the container cabin to see if the disassembly is complete. We still have two hours to dock... ...Oh, Inspector, I’m talking to my men. I’m busy with work right now, but I’ll finish it tomorrow and I’ll be idle for a while. What can you do for me? Delivery?”

"Just call me by my name. It sounds awkward to the prosecutor." Hao Ren felt half relieved when he heard that the schedule was just right. "That's it. I'm on a business trip in another universe. I met someone here." Some refugees need to be transported back... Doesn't your ship have a manned license? I want to ask you for a favor. The refugees can pay for the freight with their remaining property, and I can help you apply for the cross-border route."

Captain 883 laughed heartily without thinking: "Ha, you're welcome, you're welcome. It's easy to talk about the shipping fee. How many people do you plan to transport?"

"One billion people, plus a lot of luggage, scientific research materials, equipment and supplies..."

There was no movement on the other side of the communication channel. Hao Ren waited for a long time before hearing an unfamiliar male voice: "Our captain just pulled over, you..."

883's voice came over with a trembling voice: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I didn't stand firm just now - how many people did you say?"

Hao Ren smiled dryly: "One billion..."

There was silence there: "What grudge do I have against you..."

"Don't be like this, I'm serious."

"Well, are you planning to pack up and transport the entire civilization?"

"That's what it's about: the entire race is being relocated," Hao Ren nodded, "I know there is a moving company called MRT Shitong in Hongshijie that specializes in this kind of family relocation, but I haven't had any contact with it. I don’t know if it’s reliable or not, so I’ll ask some acquaintances to find out first, and I remember you seem to be in charge of moving business as well…”

"First tell me what's going on with the refugees who are about to move," 883 interrupted him, "How did they end up in this situation?"

Hao Ren immediately explained the situation of the Irem elves, and why he wanted to find a private company for help. There was no surprise about the second point of the 883 captain, because the censor himself was used by the empire for peace and security. Among the "intermediaries" that mortals come into contact with in civilization, it is normal for them to seek help from private companies when they encounter problems, so Hao Ren, a young man with a stupid head, felt that his eyes were darkened. After hearing this, Captain 883 felt a little emotional: "Being born in a wandering galaxy, it's really miserable to think about it... What do you think they plan to use to pay for the journey?"

"Anything is fine." Hao Ren had specifically asked Hilda to confirm this before. "There is nothing they can't let go of now."

"Do you still need the parts for their floating island and bio-dome?"

Hao Ren was a little stunned: "...I guess I don't want it. By the way, you want it?"

"Okay, just use those things to pay the bill," Captain 883 sounded very happy, "take apart the things that can't be taken away from home and convert them into travel expenses, and travel light to the beautiful homeland. I feel happy for them. Panic."

"Wait a minute, are those things enough?" Hao Ren felt that this development was a bit beyond his expectation, "Those things are basically scrap metal, and I won't cheat you. The propellers of these floating islands are all faulty. It could explode at any time, so why are you dragging them back?"

"Hey, let's replace the thrusters and build a space city. It's more or less an object. According to you, the number of floating islands and equipment they want to scrap this time is an astronomical number. Even if it's worthless junk, I can't even dismantle a few pieces. Money coming? How expensive do you think a trip can be..."

Hao Ren was overjoyed. Originally, he was worried about how these impoverished elves would pay the bills, but now he heard that the rags they had on hand could be exchanged for money in the macro world. At the same time, he discussed with the people next to him with some doubts: "Why do I always feel that this cost is different from what I originally expected... I thought at first that it would be an astronomical amount to move these elves, so I have to make them pay on schedule. It’s possible in a thousand years…”

Vivian listened to the whole process and had the same doubts as Hao Ren. She didn't know how the cost of moving could be solved so easily. But after thinking for a while, she suddenly realized: "Landlord, you are only counting the travel expenses! You didn't collect rent from them!"

Hao Ren was stunned immediately.

"Then this matter is settled. Let's discuss a date to meet and tell me the coordinates of your destination." Captain 883's voice was particularly cheerful. This seemed to be a very profitable business for him. , Hao Ren didn’t know what the economic situation of Macro World was like. Anyway, this long-distance runner would definitely not let him suffer, and those elves definitely wouldn’t care about being tricked by profiteers in order to move, so he didn’t worry about both parties. . But in the end, he had to remind him: "You don't really plan to drive the boat one by one, do you?"

"Of course not. I'll find a few people I know who specialize in driving big ships," 883 said happily. "You don't have to worry about the freight. I'll discuss it with them. By the way, you let the elves keep what they want. The floating islands and equipment are marked, and they should keep them in mind when moving to their new home. I will find a force field barge to go over and help them transport two or three islands. This is considered a gift."

"Then I'll leave it to you. But don't rush to make arrangements. I have to discuss it with these elves again. I will send you a message after they agree."

"okay!"

As a result, the most important "Great Migration" event in the history of the Irem elves was settled in a pleasant discussion between a rookie prosecutor and an experienced long-distance driver.

(Damn it, I looked at the wrong watch... I thought it was just past twelve o'clock)