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Underground shelter, large meeting room.

The lights are bright and the atmosphere is depressing.

"Our equipment can carry the daily life of 500,000 people in total."

"Your family members, the workers who keep the equipment running, and the armies of all parties, all add up to about 486,000 people..."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, are you listening?"

Zhang Ran suddenly woke up from his sleepy state.

A group of men and women in suits and leather shoes were discussing something intensely at the round table.

Words like "five thousand people" and "six thousand people" burst out of their mouths, as if they were dividing up the population.

What's going on... time travel? !

One of the middle-aged men in a suit and tie stood beside Zhang Ran: "Your Highness, please review this population transfer plan."

"Please sign your name on the second page, the eighteenth page, and the last page."

The middle-aged man tapped the table lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, you also know that our small universe can only bring so many people, otherwise..."

"Everyone must die!"

Zhang Ran was stunned.

This was the first thing he encountered after crossing: a group of high-level cabinet members with ulterior motives were forcing him to sign an inexplicable executive order.

When I first heard the word "His Royal Highness", I still felt a little joy in my heart. I actually went to an unknown dynasty and became the crown prince!

The dreams of prosperity and wealth and three thousand beauties in the harem seem to come true in an instant.

But he soon realized that this was a modern constitutional monarchy.

The power of the royal family has been emptied, and the greatest value of the emperor is to sit in front of the TV and be a mascot.

For various resolutions, as long as you sign your name, you have no right to object.

No, not right either.

It's the end times!

Royal power can unite people's hearts, so the royal family has regained a little bit of power.

Analyzing the information in his mind, Zhang Ran swallowed, lowered his head, and looked at the text on the document.

"Emergency Shelter Plans for Extreme Natural Disasters."

The number of texts in this file is extremely large, densely packed with more than one hundred pages, more than one hundred thousand words, and the content is complex.

Briefly summarize the content: the universe has experienced a "big tearing disaster", and human civilization is at stake!

Driven by dark energy, the universe continues to expand, causing the "cosmic membrane" on its surface to be extremely fragile.

And a massive celestial body is equivalent to each force point on the 'cosmic membrane'.

When the universe expands to a certain extent and cannot bear these force points, the "cosmic membrane" will be broken, causing these massive celestial bodies to fall into the high-vich point.

Singularity, that is, the point where space-time is infinitely curved, where the Big Bang began.

Because of this, the sun suddenly "disappeared" ten years ago!

Due to the loss of light, the earth fell into an extremely cold winter, and the remaining population could only hide in underground shelters, relying on the planet's own geothermal heat to survive.

However, according to the high-dimensional membrane theory, even the earth is not absolutely safe. The mass of the earth is too large, and there is still the possibility of causing space tearing.

Therefore, in the past ten years, the remaining 40 million people have worked hard to build a large-scale spaceship.

Only by escaping from the earth can there be a possibility of safety.

But here comes the problem, technology is too bad!

Human beings live in the world and need to eat, drink, and drink, which will consume resources. At present, the equipment in the small universe can only accommodate the lives of 500,000 people at most, which is already the limit.

And the current total population on Earth is - 45.06 million.

It is equivalent to one out of ninety people alive!

Therefore, all parties are competing for the surviving population quota in this meeting!

The Crown Prince of the Great Xia Kingdom only needs to be responsible for the final signing and announcement of the quota.

Standing in front of Zhang Ran, Prime Minister Jia Yiwei said in a low voice, "Your Highness, you must be ruthless and sign this agreement!"

"This resolution cannot be made public to the public, otherwise it will lead to riots, it can only be done in secret. This is the main reason why we held a secret meeting."

"We have already discussed the composition of the surviving population. You will be the first to enter the spaceship. The royal family will retain a share of 5,000 people, which is quite a number."

"Quickly sign your name."

The camera was aimed at Zhang Ran, and everyone focused on him.

The signature pen in Zhang Ran's hand hesitated, his mind turned sharply.

An innate instinct made him feel that something was wrong!

Something is wrong!

Things are not as simple as imagined.

There were only thirty people in the conference room, but all of them were bigwigs from various backgrounds, either from chaebols or warlords, and no one had a simple identity.

They have different expressions, some are indifferent, while others are nervous.

Wait, what is that!

gun!

The gray-haired old man was shaking his legs slightly while holding down the pistol in his pocket!

He actually brought a gun to this meeting!

At the same time, the blond woman next to her also put a hand into her bag to be wary of the old man next to her.

What kind of meeting is this... Gotham City secret meeting?

Zhang Ran lowered his head, with cold sweat seeping from his forehead, pretending to be reading seriously, and at the same time glanced at everyone in the room from the corner of his eyes.

Even Prime Minister Jia Yiwei, who was standing beside him, tightly covered a certain position with one hand.

There, hidden a gun.

Yes, this is a Hongmen banquet.

Human beings are not monolithic.

Cakes are limited, you take more bites, which means I take less bites.

This is a life-and-death struggle!

The royal family has become the biggest persimmon on the scene.

Because the spiritual leader of the royal family, the old emperor, died of illness last month.

The crown prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, a dandy young man who just turned 18 years old, who doesn't understand anything, is still innocent, and was forced to attend this meeting because he was an idiot who was thinking of some pretty girl just a moment ago.

If the crown prince is not a fish, who will become a fish?

The royal family was supposed to have 50,000 surviving places, but now it has been abruptly reduced to 5,000!

Then, Zhang Ran, who was even more unlucky, transmigrated into this idiot.

"I'll broadcast it next time, and discuss the specific quota." Zhang Ran picked up the proposal, his voice trembling, and he was sweating profusely.

He turned his brains around, but couldn't think of any good way.

"The Baliba consortium, 86,000 people...does anyone object?"

After hearing this number, one of the skinny middle-aged men clapped his hands vigorously.

There was a lot of discussion in the conference room. 86,000 people were too many.

It was originally estimated that there were only 74,000 people.

The reason why the number of places has increased is because a large piece of meat was bitten from the royal family.