Chapter 297 Turbine
In the Labor Resource Exchange.
Olaya followed Baroka and stepped into the door of the exchange carefully.
Unlike the previous few days, after the person in charge Yagao came back, the originally empty exchange was back on track.
A long table made of unknown materials was quietly placed in the center of the tower-shaped exchange.
Dozens of Bray people stood around the long table with serious expressions.
Even the Bray civilization would be cautious about large-scale transactions involving tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of intelligent creatures.
Click, click, click...
Yagao's slender and tall legs walked on the ground in the exchange, making crisp sounds - because their ancestors were birds, the foot joints of the Bray people were quite different from those of regular mammals. Almost every Bray person had a pair of tall long legs with the effect of high heels.
Unfortunately, the skin quality of these tall long legs was not very good.
The slightly wrinkled rough skin and layers of deformed sarcomas made the appreciation of these long legs drop by countless levels.
"Sit down."
Yagao took the lead and sat on one side of the long table, then pointed to the wide chairs on the other side to Baroka and Olaya.
For the short and thin Swamp People, these chairs designed specifically for the Bree people were not friendly.
Due to the height limit, the Swamp People could only kneel on these uneven chairs to communicate with each other.
But...
Swamp Civilization had no say, and Bree Civilization could not make special chairs for a small third-level civilization.
In the entire Swamp Galaxy, I am afraid that only a few sixth-level civilizations are qualified to sit on special chairs.
Baroka knelt on these chairs with difficulty, sighing softly and lowering his eyes slightly.
This is the price of backwardness.
The cruelty and the law of the jungle in the universe are reflected in every tiny corner.
Across the long table, a Bree person has begun to broadcast the relevant matters of the labor transaction.
It is called an agreement, but it is actually a unilateral overlord clause.
In the simplest terms, after the transaction is established, those trafficked Swamp Youth will no longer belong to any civilization, their status is even lower than that of the first-level civilization, and even their basic human rights cannot be guaranteed!
As for the Swamp Abyss Civilization...
they need to ensure the quality of these laborers - within one month after the transaction, if these people die on a large scale due to their own reasons, Swamp Abyss Civilization will not only not get any transaction money, but will even have to pay high compensation to the Bray Civilization.
Listening to the transaction items from the other party, Baroka closed his eyes in pain.
He couldn't imagine what kind of miserable life the Swamp Abyss people in the first four transactions would face.
"...The above are all the transaction items."
"Swamp Abyss Civilization, do you agree to the above items?"
As the Bray people asked, the video equipment set up on the tower began to turn to Baroka.
Baroka took a deep breath and whispered in a trembling voice: "Agree."
The next second.
A simple electronic agreement quietly appeared on the table, which clearly stated all the matters of the labor transaction in Bray and Swamp Abyss.
"Sign."
Yagao sat on the chair and looked at Baroka across the long table with an indifferent expression.
Looking at the struggle and pain on Baroka's face, Yagao's heart did not fluctuate at all - he had seen such scenes many times.
Almost every civilization that walked into the exchange was in this posture.
Even those level 6 civilizations were like this.
Opposite to Yagao, Baroka's hands trembled slightly as he signed the four characters of Swamp Abyss Civilization on the electronic agreement in front of him.
"... The transaction is established."
Yagao's extremely calm voice came again:
"Next, the Swamp Abyss colony ship will be received by the exchange, and the compensation for the colony ship and the labor transaction will be sent to the main foreign exchange account of the Swamp Abyss Civilization within one month."
Yagao, the person in charge of the transaction, stared indifferently at the blue-skinned big-headed salamanders gathered in front of him, and pronounced the fate of more than 90 million young and middle-aged people in the Swamp Abyss in a condescending tone.
After saying that, Yagao stood up from his chair without any hesitation and prepared to leave.
Suddenly.
"Respected Sir Yagao."
Baroka's slightly hoarse voice sounded in the exchange, interrupting Yagao's actions.
"Hmm?"
Yagao paused, and his tall body turned to Baroka and the others again, and said in his usual calm tone: "Anything else?"
Facing Yagao's condescending scrutiny, Baroka swallowed hard.
After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and asked Yagao a bold question:
"...Where were our people sent to in the end?"
Olaya on the side turned his head suddenly to look at Baroka. The fish face behind the life support device visor was extremely distorted, and there was a bit of disbelief and fear in his eyes.
In just a few seconds, the fish face behind the transparent visor had turned into a deep bright blue.
Olaya couldn't understand how Baroka dared to ask such a question!
"The transaction has been established. This is not a problem you should consider."
Yagao's cold voice came from the front: "Look at the agreement you just signed."
"Sorry, I don't mean anything else. I just want to know about the situation of my people..." Baroka noticed Yagao's impatience, and he added with a trembling voice, "This is conducive to the internal stability of the Swamp Abyss Civilization. Five consecutive labor transactions have caused considerable turmoil within the Swamp Abyss Civilization."
This sentence played a significant role.
Yagao was in a state of hesitation. As the person in charge of the labor trade, she naturally knew how much the current Bray civilization needed in terms of population.
Although the Swamp Abyss civilization is not a large race, five consecutive labor transactions have proved their potential in racial reproduction.
Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is not desirable, sustainable development is the hard truth.
Let the Swamp Abyss civilization return to stability, which is also good for the Bray civilization.
Thinking of this, Yagao looked down at Baroka who was trembling slightly in front of him, and finally said a word.
"The exchange fleet will send them to the Bray civilization. They are needed for the manufacture of turbines."
"Turbine?" Baroka muttered subconsciously.
"This is a secret of the Bray civilization." Yagao's voice rose a bit, "It's not something you should ask!"
After saying that, Yagao turned around and left the long trading table.
For Yagao, the previous explanation was his greatest tolerance.
"Thank you for your kindness."
Baroka leaned down and expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Yagao's back covered with deformed tumors.
...
Bang!
The door of the exchange slammed shut.
"Are you crazy?!"
Auraya's low voice sounded in the communication channel of the life support device: "Is this the question you asked?"
"What if..."
"Mr. Chen Fan needs this information." Baroka's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his slightly trembling tone was a little weak, "Don't forget, Mr. Chen Fan has entered the colony ship."
Auraya's somewhat angry questioning stopped abruptly.
After a long time, he hesitated and asked: "Mr. Chen Fan's plan... will it succeed?"
"I don't know." Baroka shook his head exhaustedly, his eyes full of confusion.
Fighting against the seventh-level Bray Civilization, or even the entire Bray Alliance...
Unless it is an omnipotent god, otherwise... he can't see any hope.
But now the Swamp Abyss Civilization has come to the edge of the cliff, and they have no way out - if they don't resist, the Swamp Abyss Civilization will embark on the road of self-destruction, and if they resist... there may be a glimmer of hope.
"...What should we do next?" Olaya was silent for a moment, and asked Baroka again, "Leave directly?"
"No!"
Baroka gritted his teeth: "The chairman of the parliament should have started the escape plan."
"Escape plan?" Olaya was surprised, "What is this?"
"Remember the star system I mentioned earlier?"
Seeing Olaya nod, Baroka continued: "The chairman of the parliament will use the remaining colony ships to send all the young and middle-aged people of the Swamp Abyss civilization to that star system."
"If our plan is exposed in advance, and Mr. Chen Fan..."
"Those colony ships and young and middle-aged people will be the only hope of the Swamp Abyss civilization."
"As for us..." Baroka showed a hint of cruelty in his eyes, "We stay here, which can buy some time for the escape plan."
Olaya understood.
If the dummies in the colony ship are discovered, the Bray civilization will definitely hold them accountable. If
they leave at this time, the Swamp Abyss civilization will be in trouble.
If they take the blame, the Swamp Abyss civilization may still have room for maneuver, and the young and middle-aged people of the Swamp Abyss carried by the escape plan will also have enough time to go to their new home!
"I understand."
Olaya looked solemn and nodded gently: "For the revival of the Swamp!"
...
On the other side.
Inside the colony ship No. 001.
Unlike other colony ships, this one still has many young people from the Swamp.
Of course, they are basically young and middle-aged people from the Swamp who are terminally ill and dying.
"... The transaction is successful."
Looking at the real-time broadcast from the holographic projection, the big stone hanging in Chen Fan's heart fell by half.
The progress of the plan to fish in troubled waters is 50%.
Next, as long as the exchange does not check the colony ships carefully, he can follow these colony ships and sneak into the territory of the Bray civilization quietly.
It is even possible to reach the production base of Xingsha directly!
After successfully penetrating into the enemy's hinterland, isn't it his decision to do what he wants?
Having said that, Chen Fan's brows were still tightly furrowed.
He couldn't let go of his previous speculation.
In the Bray Alliance, the Bray civilization with a technological level of level 7 is undoubtedly the top of the pyramid.
And in the Bray civilization, the royal family members are the most outstanding individuals.
Now, these top individuals in the galaxy are being controlled by external objects without knowing it!
The reason behind this naturally makes Chen Fan feel horrified!
Is it the backlash of dangerous technology out of control, or is there another reason...
Chen Fan dare not think about it, nor can he make a judgment without any basis.
(End of this chapter)
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