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Immediately afterwards, thinking of the various unreliable scenes of the prince in the past, even the scene where he diapered his pants on the spot, Jia Yiwei's suspicion turned into inexplicable ecstasy.

This guy...wouldn't want to become a blockbuster again, would he?

"Where's Chairman Zhou Chengfeng?" Jia Yiwei asked.

"Ask him what to do? Is he the crown prince, or am I the crown prince!"

There was a hint of anger on Zhang Ran's face, and his face trembled twice.

A staff officer whispered in Jia Yiwei's ear: "First of all, according to our eyeliner report, Director Zhou seems to have been arrested by the royal army."

"What? Arrested."

Jia Yiwei's body trembled, and he clenched his fists tightly. It was almost certain that the idiot crown prince started doing stupid things again!

Director Zhou is the pillar of the royal family.

Was arrested?

However, what does it have to do with Jia Yiwei?

The constitutional monarchy system has existed for hundreds of years, and the royal family has long been just a mascot. It is only after the end of the last decade that it has revived.

Isn't the kingship gradually declining because there are too many second generations with cerebral palsy?

Several soldiers pulled out a chair from the train.

Zhang Ran sat on the chair, put on his sunglasses again, and began to shake his legs impatiently, very much like that kind of unrefined bum.

He shouted loudly: "If you want to escape, I don't care, but the advanced machines and other small universes have to stay!"

"I don't want the 5,000 quota either. Whoever wants it can give me the machine."

"Your Highness, what machine do you want? I want a survival quota." The rest of the onlookers heard the survival quota, their hearts moved, and they scrambled to snatch the 5,000 survival quotas in Zhang Ran's hands.

Without enough talent, high-end machines are actually... not very useful.

Jia Yiwei couldn't help cursing inwardly, but he couldn't stop this exchange of benefits, otherwise he would become a target of public criticism.

"The royal family originally had a quota of 50,000, and your largest consortiums must first compensate me with the benefit of 45,000 quotas. Otherwise, there is no need to talk about it!"

"One person for one machine!" Zhang Ran said loudly, "Only high-end ones!"

"By the way, additional small universes can also be exchanged for places."

"I have one here." An old man clapped his hands in fear, and two soldiers lifted a large glass box.

This small universe is very small, about the size of a basketball, quietly suspended in the middle of the glass box.

As a special three-dimensional fragment produced after the universe is broken, it looks like a soap bubble, colorful, and black when viewed from a certain angle, like a black hole.

The space inside is 20 cubic meters, but because the warping point is too small, there is no way to put people inside. The warping point is also the structural point that can go in and out of the small universe.

"Maybe 200 people." Zhang Ran glanced at the floating ball.

He was actually a little curious as to whether there was any connection between the small universe and his own subspace.

"300... 300 people." The old man bargained.

Lin Qiuyue said on the side: "It can't live in people, so it's only for research purposes."

"Why is it useless? It is of great research value!"

The physical rules of each small universe have slight changes, which leads to very few small universes that can live in people.

Zhang Ran said impatiently: "Then let's have 250 people, don't let them down."

"make a deal!"

"Balibaba Consortium, Alpha Industries, Luochai Consortium, you have swallowed up so many quotas, and you won't give me the extra small universe? You want me to die?"

These companies have discussed for a while, since they have the largest small universe "Eden", the others, don't mind.

"Forget it, give it to him, the largest small universe is already in our hands, it doesn't matter if we give him some."

"We still have some on hand."

"Give it to him quickly, we don't have much time."

"The trains are lined up outside."

A few of them have indeed swallowed a large number of quotas from the royal family, and there will always be some blood.

A total of 11 small universes have been collected, 9 of which are very small and uninhabitable, and one of them has the space of a 10-story building.

The last space is about 2000 cubic kilometers, which is quite a big microcosm, and it is the highest compensation given by these consortiums.

Of course, it cannot be compared with the subspace owned by Zhang Ran.

Next, a large number of dignitaries scrambled to make deals with Zhang Ran. They didn't have the small universe, but there were plenty of high-end machines.

There are many machines that are too big to disassemble, so it is better to sell them directly.

There are also some that require a huge amount of energy to operate, such as photolithography machines and the like. A machine is worth the energy consumption of hundreds of thousands of people. After leaving the earth, there is no such a large amount of energy for squandering.

Jia Yiwei became more and more confused.

He began to really wonder if the prophet was wrong.

With such a big action, will the prince really have cerebral palsy to give up the chance of survival and believe in science?

Although the prince is a dude, he is not a fool.

Moreover, the personality performance is not the same as usual.

This gave him a strange premonition.

A staff officer whispered: "Your Excellency Jia, the prediction cannot be wrong! The prophet Simonsen has predicted 6 times in total. The first time is dreaming that the universe is broken, the second time is the disappearance of the sun, and the third time is the world. The big storm, the fourth is the great earthquake in the Ninth Refuge, the fifth is the epidemic plague, there has never been a mistake!"

"Now for the sixth time...the Earth fell into the Govitch Point, and everyone who remained on Earth died."

"The chances of error are extremely low."

"What's more, we also have professors who are proficient in the theory of high-dimensional membranes of the universe. They believe that this theoretical system is immature, and many parameters are inaccurate, so the original calculation results have great errors."

Another staff officer suddenly said: "The royal family has summoned a group of experts to enter the Academy of Sciences."

"Then the army was sent to block the Academy of Sciences. I don't know what it is doing. We can't find out the news at all."

Jia Yiwei frowned tightly, he couldn't think of a reason to give up the chance of survival.

Unreasonable...

"Then what reason do you say? Is he so stupid? Or was he really limped by scientists?"

"Scientists, are you so confident?"

These people fell silent.

Unless the earth really has ten years of life, there is only a slight chance of turning around, otherwise there is only one result of staying here-death!

"Prime Minister, we will leave the earth in two days. If he is willing to stay here, let him stay. One thing more is worse than one thing less."

"As long as we escape successfully, we don't care whether he lives or dies? Whether he can come back?"

Jia Yiwei sighed: "You ask the internal response of the Central Refuge to keep an eye on the royal family's movements and report any news immediately."

"Then let's buy a few more survival places... just sell the useless machines."

"yes!"

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