Hao Ren thought about the whole process. Although he felt that there was nothing wrong with the logic, he still felt a little guilty: "Speaking of which... is it really okay?"
"There's nothing wrong with it," the buzzing voice from the data terminal lingered in Hao Ren's ear, "All procedures are within the limits of the regulations, and to be honest, the status quo of the Erim elves is almost enough." Civilization Preservation' standard, you are the examiner in charge of handling this matter, and you have a part of the authority to determine the nature of this event. Remember, although the empire has strict laws and regulations, we are not machines at the same time. We are better at finding the core of a matter. All the regulations on civilization preservation have three cores: first, to ensure the diversity of civilizations, so as to ensure the orderly development of the order camp as a whole; Civilization should be protected as much as possible, so as to ensure that there is always fresh blood and spare power within the territory of the empire; third, to prevent the occurrence of worthless losses among civilizations. The last point is to explain that the empire does not intervene in conventional wars between mortal civilizations. But in order to ensure the first two cores, we will intervene in those extinction-level wars and worthless blind wars. The above are the core requirements for 80% of the work of the Space-Time Administration, and all other laws are based on the premise of these three cores If there is any conflict between some branch regulations and these three cores in the actual operation process, the three cores will be used as the criterion. Of course, if possible-it is the smartest way to avoid conflicts reasonably by using existing provisions , This will greatly improve your evaluation as an inspector, and Chief Raven will also look at you with admiration."
Hao Ren thought for a while: "...I suddenly feel that there is nothing to be happy about making Raven 12345 highly rated..."
As a result, the data terminal shamelessly agreed: "Oh. That's true."
Hao Ren: "...cough cough. Let's get down to business. That is to say, we can let the Erim elves go to my universe?"
"Well," the data terminal slowly fell back on the table, "Actually, we can also give them a home in this universe, which is relatively close to them, but now we are here to save trouble, anyway, we have a ready-made planet at hand Needless to say, for the empire, placing them 80 million light years away is no different from placing them in another universe. We have no concept of 'distance' for a long time. And there is also an advantage in placing them on our side: this Helping the Erim elves do seem to have great potential. The empire likes such young races. It is too wasteful to put them in this barbaric universe. It is better to place them closer to the bustling area so that they can contact them earlier to other races, without wasting their aggressiveness and ingenuity."
Hao Ren nodded his head thoughtfully, and then thought about a more crucial question: moving house must be moved, the question is who will help them move
He only has a bastard on hand... the Giant Turtle Rock Terrace, which has room to expand the container compartment. But no matter how expanded it is, it will not be able to hold a billion elves and their luggage. If he drives the spaceship one by one, he will probably be able to toss until the men's football team wins the World Cup. And with his current authority, he still can't apply for the official colonial fleet of the empire—it's okay to report and hand over the whole thing to his superiors, but he doesn't want to do that.
So from the very beginning, he was thinking about where to find a few folk helpers. After thinking for a long time, he didn't seem to know any of them in Hongshijie, but in the end he still had a clue: "Terminal, do you still remember our first The captain of the transport ship you met on a business trip to an alien planet? Do you have his contact information?"
"You mean the No. 883 ship?" The data terminal suddenly remembered. "Of course I kept it. When he boarded the ship, he stuffed a lot of advertising materials into the machine, and these long-distance runners are working hard."
Hao Ren hurriedly asked the data terminal to try to contact the other party, but the person was still online, and a rough and powerful baritone sounded: "Is it the inspector from last time?! What do you want me for? National mission?"
Hao Ren didn't see the captain again after saying goodbye, and he was a little embarrassed to ask someone to help him as soon as he contacted him: "Uh... aha, it's not a national task, I have something to do with you, your ship Is the boat free now?"
"Running on the route now," Captain 883 is currently on his spaceship, listening to the movement and still commanding the scene. "Hey, Enzo, go to the container bay to see if the dismantling is over, we still have two hours to call at the port... Oh, inspector, I'm talking to my men. I have work on hand now, but it will be over tomorrow, I'll be free for a while. Can you help with anything? Delivery?"
"You can just call me by my name. The inspector sounds awkward." Hao Ren was half relieved when he heard that the other party's schedule was right, "That's what happened. I'm on a business trip in another universe. Some refugees need to be transported back... Doesn’t your ship have a passenger license? I would like to ask you for a favor. The refugees can use their remaining property to pay for the shipping fee, and I will help you apply for the cross-border route.”
Captain 883 laughed heartily without even thinking about it: "Ha, you're welcome, you're welcome, the freight is easy to talk about, how many people do you plan to transport?"
"One billion people, plus a lot of luggage, scientific research materials, equipment, etc..."
There was no movement on the other side of the communication channel, and Hao Ren waited for a long time before he heard a strange male voice: "Our captain just pulled over, you..."
883's voice took over tremblingly: "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 a silence over there: "What kind of enmity do I have with you..."
"Come on, I'm serious."
"Well, you are not planning to pack and transport the entire civilization, are you?"
"That's what happened: the transfer of the entire race," Hao Ren nodded, "I know that Hongshijie has a moving company called MRT, which specializes in this kind of family relocation, but I haven't come into contact with it. I don't know if it's reliable or not, so I'll find out with acquaintances first, and I remember that you seem to be in charge of moving business... "
"First tell me what happened to the group of refugees who are going to move." 883 interrupted him suddenly, "How did you end up in this situation?"
Hao Ren immediately explained the situation of the elves in Aerym, and explained why he asked a private company for help. The second point, the captain of 883, was not surprising, because the inspector himself was used by the empire to deal with For the "intermediaries" that mortals come into contact with, it is normal for them to seek help from private companies when they encounter problems, and only Hao Ren, a stunned young man, feels that his eyes are smeared. After listening to it, Captain 883 felt a little emotional: "It's really miserable to be born in a wandering galaxy... What do you think they plan to use to pay for the trip?"
"Anything is fine," Hao Ren had specifically asked Hilda to confirm this before, "They have nothing to let go of now."
"Then do you want parts for their floating islands and ecological domes?"
Hao Ren was a little stunned: "... I guess I don't want it, so what do you want?"
"Okay, just use those things to pay the bill," Captain 883 sounded very happy, "Take apart the things that you can't take with you at home and convert them into travel expenses, and go to the beautiful homeland with light packs. I will do it for them. Panic."
"Wait, those things are enough?" Hao Ren felt that this development was a bit beyond his expectations, "Those things are basically broken copper and iron, and I won't cheat you. The propellers of these floating islands are all faulty. They could explode anytime, why are you dragging them back?"
"Hey, let's replace the thrusters and rebuild the space city. It's more or less an object. According to you, the floating islands and equipment they are going to scrap this time are astronomical. I can't dismantle a few even if they are worthless. Money? How expensive do you think a trip can be..."
Hao Ren was overjoyed. Originally, he was worried about how these poor and white elves would pay the bills, but now he heard that the rags they had in hand could be exchanged for money in the macro world. At the same time, he was a little puzzled and discussed with the people next to him: "Why do I always feel that this cost is different from what I expected at the beginning... I thought at first that it would be an astronomical sum to move these elves, and let them pay back a thousand on schedule. Years are possible…”
Vivienne listened to the whole process. At this time, she also had the same doubts as Hao Ren. She didn't know how the cost of moving this time could be solved so easily. But after thinking for a while, she suddenly realized: "Landlord, you are only counting the travel expenses now! You didn't collect rent from them!"
Hao Ren immediately went oh.
"Then this matter is settled, let's discuss a date to meet, and tell me your coordinates by the way." Captain 883's voice was very pleasant, and this seemed to be a lucrative business for him. Well, Hao Ren doesn't know what the economic situation in the macro world is like. Anyway, this long-distance traveler will definitely not let him suffer, and those elves will definitely not care about being tricked by profiteers in order to move, so he doesn't worry about both sides. up. It's just that he had to remind at the end: "You don't really plan to drive the boat all by yourself, do you?"
"Of course not. I'll find a few people I know. They specialize in sailing large ships," 883 said happily. "You don't have to worry about the shipping cost. I'll discuss it with them. By the way, let those elves save the things they want to save." The floating islands and equipment are marked, and they should also think about moving to a new house, I will find a force field barge to go there, and I can help them transport two or three islands, which is considered a gift.”
"Then I'll leave it to you. But don't rush to make arrangements, I have to discuss with these elves again, and I will send you a message after they agree."
"okay!"
So in the future, the most important "Great Migration" event in the history of the Erim elves was finalized in a pleasant negotiation between a rookie reviewer and an old long-distance driver.
(Damn, I read the wrong watch... I thought it was just ten past twelve) (To be continued~^~)