Cheng Mulin knocked on the table to quiet down the strange-looking group of people on Chen Jing's side, and then said, "Uncle, where is your area of responsibility?"
Chen Jing expected him to ask this question: "I want to explore the human world."
"It's very difficult."
"It's mainly due to financial difficulties." The head of the family only then realized how expensive oil and salt are. People like Fenrir are foreign aid, and the combat forces that Chen Jing himself has are all intelligent machines. Not to mention the maintenance of the main fleet, the special fuel used for navigation alone is enough to make Chen Jing feel distressed.
The key is that this fuel is an exoplanet product, requiring specialized technology to obtain, which is why its price has skyrocketed. Chen Jing vaguely remembered writing this to control the degree of differentiation within the human zone. After all, just like oil, controlling fuel is like choking the opposition.
Now, you are reaping the fruits of your own labor.
Cheng Mulin pondered for a moment: "...Uncle, what do you think of the Crisis Committee?"
Chen Jing's eyes narrowed. This was not a question a child would ask, considering that Fenrir had just whispered in his ear that he had some abilities.
Are you a troublemaker?
"Xiao Lin, there are some things you can't stick to."
"I know. Answer my question first."
Chen Jing's chair was suddenly pushed by something. Turning around, he saw that it was Azathoth hanging up and still sleeping. Pillow-chan was still trying hard to help his master stay comfortable.
"You've worked hard." Chen Jing patted the pillow-chan's tentacles. He heard a sigh for no apparent reason. So miserable.
"The existence of the crisis committee is a mistake, but the imperial system is not a good thing either. However, the continuation of mankind does not require inefficient democracy, and efficient democracy is not democratic. Do you understand?" Chen Jing took a sip of the only drink on the table that looked non-toxic, and put it back on the table elegantly. It was American coffee.
"...Uncle, the worst imperial system is better than a committee that is always suspicious of its generals. They killed the marshal."
Chen Jing raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "You believe such words? The committee does have problems, but they are not insurmountable. If you had met Emperor Abiti, you would know how wrong your thinking is! Autocracy may produce a few so-called wise rulers, but handing power to a single person will almost certainly lead to disaster. This is not just my words, it is proven by human history! Politics is an extension of the economy, and the cornerstone of economics is the law of scarcity. As long as there are people who find ways to bring about unfairness, contradictions will always exist. You can overthrow a tyrant, but you will become the next tyrant. Only democracy can ensure that the interests of ordinary people are not catastrophically damaged."
“But oppression always exists.”
"Where there's oppression, there's resistance. We're all human, no one is perfect. And this isn't something anyone can change. Instead of pursuing some illusory absolute fairness, it's better to do the best we can for society!" He then realized he was too excited. He straightened his posture, sat upright, and then calmed down and said, "I'm just a nobody. Now, and always will be. I have no interest in these things. Perhaps I'll understand and try to empathize, but I won't get involved. It's not because I'm afraid, but because I hate the way people are treated purely as a collective of interests."
"But you can't escape."
Chen Jing smiled and pointed behind him: "I have escaped." Fenrir was holding two little wolves on his left and right, Hati was holding a pen in one hand, and Azathoth had a Skul drawn on his face.
Azathoth didn't care and faced it with a smile.
Fenrir looked apologetic. Although he looked like a child, he scolded the two little guys like an old mother.
"Where did the pen come from?" Yuansu noticed.
Fenrir sighed and pointed at Azathoth.
Are you Doraemon?
A certain Creator nodded.
Cheng Mulin couldn't help but smile. "Uncle, how harmonious." He stood up and said, "If you change your mind, call me. Although our organization isn't doing very well, we can still support your logistics."
Hearing this, Chen Jing thought for a moment: "I've changed my mind."
"Huh?" You just said so much, isn't that a rejection? Cheng Mulin had a look on his face that said, "Are you kidding me?"
Chen Jing smiled and said, "A penny can make a hero fall. There is no conflict of interest between us. If you are willing to help me, I don't mind, but I am unlikely to go to war with the committee directly." Unless Azathoth is fooled by himself, the Evil God Group will take advantage of him to attack.
Chen Jing does have a luxurious lineup behind him, but this is not his strength, and he is aware of this.
"So, what can you give us?" Cheng Mulin sat back down and gestured to the people around him. The entire shop was filled with his people, including Mary, the temporary guest chef. She was looking at the purple rice porridge on the menu and said, "That's weird! Isn't that chocolate? Why is it this color?" The people around her shuddered.
Chen Jing raised his hands and drew a circle in the air. "I'm the Opener, which means the size of my territory depends entirely on my ability. I can't send troops to exploit the resources outside of my control area. That's also the best training ground. In my army, the risks are manageable. Moreover, after the war, that's where the most mercenaries and other groups that thrive on war will be. I'm the emperor there, and I allow you to spread your knowledge, so you can grow stronger and fight against the empire."
"And at the same time, it also becomes a chess piece in the battle between you and Li He?" Cheng Mulin also laughed.
Chen Jing waved his hand: "Why not? Isn't this kind of mutual benefit the best kind of cooperation?"
"Hahaha, deal."
Chen Jing frowned. Since Cheng Mulin could agree so easily, it seemed that he was in a high position.
"How about this, initially you give me some fuel and minerals, and I'll give you a guarantee."
"What promise?"
"I will give you all the development rights to the first galaxy I capture."
"Interesting, this is very risky, isn't it? What if you fail?"
"Impossible. Unless Aguiyi brings all his subordinates to guard there, one of my men will be enough." Chen Jing pointed at Loki, who smiled at him.
Cheng Mulin looked at the group of children and women and said, "It doesn't look like it."
"Well, we can have a competition. Send a few of you to talk to some of my men and you'll find out," Chen Jing said maliciously. If you don't return home when you're rich, it's like traveling at night in fine clothes.
"Three games." Cheng Mulin also became interested.
Chen Jing shouted: "Azathoth, Loki, Elisa."
Cheng Mulin was stunned: a sleepy girl, a beautiful woman, and a blind man.
"...Isn't it that I'm being underestimated?"
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