Underground shelter, large conference room.

The lights are bright and the atmosphere is depressing.

"Our equipment can carry the living and living of 500,000 people in total."

"Dear family members, workers who maintain the operation of equipment, and troops from all sides, have a total of about 486,000 people..."

"Your Highness, are you listening?"

Zhang Ran suddenly woke up from his sleepy state.

A group of men and women in suits and ties were discussing something fiercely at the round table.

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

What happened... traveled through time?!

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

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

The middle-aged man tapped the table gently and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, you also know that our little universe can only bring such a few people, otherwise..."

"Everyone has to die!"

Zhang Ran looked confused.

This is the first thing he encountered after traveling through time: a group of high-level cabinet members with their own ulterior motives are forcing him to sign an inexplicable executive order.

When I first heard the word "Your Highness", I felt a little happy in my heart. I actually ran to an unknown dynasty and became the crown prince!

The dream of glory, wealth and the harem of three thousand beauties seemed to be realized 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, just sign the name, and there is no right to oppose them.

No, not right.

Now is the end of the day!

The royal power was able to unite people's hearts, so the royal family restored a little power again.

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

"Emergency Refuge Program in Extreme Natural Disasters".

The texts in this file are very large, densely packed with about one hundred pages and one hundred thousand words, and the content is complex.

A brief summary of the content: The universe has experienced a "big tear-breaking disaster", and human civilization is at stake!

Driven by dark energy, the universe continues to expand, resulting in the "cosmic membrane" on its surface being extremely fragile.

Large-mass celestial bodies are equivalent to the stress points on the ‘cosmic membrane’.

When the universe expands to a certain extent and cannot bear these stress points, the "cosmic membrane" will break, causing these massive celestial bodies to fall into the high chronological point.

The singularity is also the point where time and space are infinitely curved, where the Big Bang begins.

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

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

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

Therefore, in the past ten years, the remaining population of more than 40 million has worked hard to build a huge spacecraft.

Only by escaping from the earth can there be safety.

But the problem is, technology is so delicious!

Human beings live in the world and need to eat, drink, defecate and vent, which consumes 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.

The total population on Earth is currently - 45,060,000.

It's equivalent to one of ninety people living!

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

The crown prince of Daxia Kingdom is only responsible for the final signature and announce the quota.

Prime Minister Jia Yiwei, who was standing in front of Zhang Ran, said in a low voice: "Your Highness, you must make up your mind to sign this agreement!"

"This resolution cannot be made public to the public, otherwise it will trigger an riot and can only be carried out in secret. This is also the main reason why we hold a secret meeting."

"We have discussed the surviving population composition. You will be the first to enter the spacecraft. The royal family will retain the share of the population of 5,000, which is a lot."

"Sign your name quickly."

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

Zhang Ran hesitated and made a brain teaser.

A kind of innate instinct that made him feel something was wrong!

Something is very wrong!

Things are not as simple as I imagined.

There were only more than 30 people in the conference room, but they were all bigwigs from all sides, either from chaebols or from warlords. No one had a simple identity.

They have different expressions, some have calm expressions, while others have nervous expressions.

Wait, what is that!

gun!

The gray-haired old man was shaking his legs slightly, and at the same time pressing the pistol in his pocket!

He actually attended the meeting with his guns!

At the same time, the blonde woman next to her also reached into her bag, guarding against the old man next to her.

What kind of meeting is this... Is the Gotham City Secret Meeting?

Zhang Ran lowered his head, cold sweat penetrated from his forehead, pretending to read carefully, and glanced at the corner of his eyes at the people in the room.

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

There was a gun hidden there.

Yes, this is a Hongmen banquet.

Humans are not a monolithic piece.

The cake is limited, and if you take a bite more means I take a bite less.

This is a life-and-death struggle!

The royal family has become the largest soft persimmon on the scene.

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

The crown prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, a playboy who just turned 18, knew nothing, and had a hint of naivety. The moment before, he was thinking about which girl was beautiful, and was forced to attend this meeting.

If the crown prince fails to become fish, who will become fish?

The royal family should have a 50,000 quota for survival, but now it has been compressed into 5,000!

Then, Zhang Ran, the even more unlucky unlucky guy, traveled to this fool.

"I will report it now, and the specific places you have discussed." Zhang Ran picked up the plan, his voice trembling a little, and he was sweating like rain.

He was teasing his brain, but couldn't think of any good idea.

"Bariba consortium, 86,000 people...Is anyone objecting?"

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

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

The original estimate was only 74,000 people.
Chapter completed!