Li Changsheng and his juniors are not stupid enough to make themselves a target.
It should be this reporter and the cosmic faction that he promoted.
"The interview should end now."
"Is this the end?" The reporter felt a little regretful, but did not insist and quickly packed up his things.
Before leaving, he asked, "Can I ask you one last question?"
"ask."
"Today, society is divided on whether to conduct large-scale interstellar colonization. After all, although there are spiritual veins in the outside world, there are still many dangers. Moreover, our home planet is moving every moment. Once we leave, we may never be able to return.
Every person who leaves their home planet will be a spark of civilization. Will they become villains who return with knives in the future? "
The reporter asked the most pointed question now.
Will those humans who are separated from their mothers come back as bandits in the future?
Blue Star is the center of the universe, with endless spiritual veins. No matter how great the opportunities in the outside world are, they cannot compare to Blue Star.
Will these people come back to invade Blue Planet thousands of years later?
Emperor Mian smiled and replied: "Struggle is our nature. Only through struggle can we make progress. If the children who go out to seek growth eventually surpass us, then we should give way."
"Besides, that will happen a long, long time in the future. At least at this stage, we cannot imprison others' ideals. As the saying goes, innocent until proven guilty."
"I see."
The reporter smiled happily and said goodbye. As soon as he left the villa, he was taken away by several monks for investigation.
The person in charge of the interrogation slammed the table suddenly and stared at the reporter in front of him. The formations spread throughout the room were spying on the other party's soul, almost eliminating the possibility of lying.
But because of the Personal Privacy Act.
For non-criminal offenses, only polygraph testing can be used, and one cannot directly understand the other person's thoughts.
"Tell me, what is your purpose in writing these things? Who instructed you to do so?"
The reporter said sternly, "No one stopped me. I was doing this for justice. Everyone has the right to pursue transcendence."
"What bullshit justice is this? The artificial spiritual roots on your body, the spiritual stones in your pocket, and the amulet on your neck, which one doesn't belong to the Immortal Palace? None of them belong to the government."
the interrogator retorted.
The reporter then asked, "Sir, if I want a foundation-building pill, what do I need to break through the foundation-building?"
"Three hundred thousand."
When the reporter just shook his head and was about to speak, the interrogator took the initiative and said, "Are you trying to say that you can't afford it? Or that normal people can't afford it with their salary? According to the current salary level in big cities, the minimum monthly salary is 13,000 yuan, and the cost of living is 5,000 yuan. It takes 30 years to make a foundation-building pill."
"But this is the minimum wage. Society provides other high-paying compensations. Generally speaking, it only takes a few years to earn that much."
The reporter said, "But most high-paying jobs require a certain level of cultivation. What about us ordinary people? Without artificial spiritual roots, we can't even get to the threshold of these high-paying jobs. Many times, perhaps just these few years, a cultivator of civilian origin has missed the best time."
The interrogator said, "The government has loans, the interest is a bit high, but everything has a price."
"So why would someone get resources for free? Because of their talent, because of their background."
The reporter was like an angry young man venting his anger on the Internet. His words were radical and illogical, but for some reason his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.
Wait for the opponent to reveal a flaw and then post it on the Internet.
The interrogator said as a matter of course: "There are differences in the world. There is never absolute fairness. People are always different because of various opportunities. Today's society is already very fair. At least if you have talent, you will not be buried."
The reporter laughed, applauded and said:
"How are you?"
"Yes, we cannot erase the differences between the worlds, but why are we not allowed to go to the universe to seek opportunities? Why are the government and the Immortal Palace trying so hard to stop us?"
"What are you afraid of?"
The interrogator pursed his lips. He was also confused, but did not answer the question directly. He said, "Is it possible that not everyone wants to be extraordinary? Many people prefer to work one day and rest one day, and live from 10 am to 4 pm?"
"Please don't corrupt us by closing our doors to the outside world."
The interrogation was filled with sarcastic remarks from both sides. Due to legal reasons, the reporter was released after being detained for twelve hours.
The interview was later released online today.
He is an important propagandist for the Cosmic Faction.
The reporter looked at the screen with joy, expecting overwhelming support. Every time he made a different voice, he always received countless support on the Internet.
But this time, half an hour passed and there was no reply.
"How is that possible? This is impossible."
The reporter posted it again, changing four or five platforms in a row, but still failed to make any waves.
He took out his cell phone and sent messages to other people, but received no reply.
It feels like I have been excluded from the Internet.
There is a madman on the street.
In the first hundred years, the cosmic faction was only a small minority, and there were factions that liked to make trouble.
They are like the first person to claim the throne when a dynasty changes in ancient times. They are stupid and ignorant, and will inevitably face the full-scale killing of the old order. But what they are facing is not the end of the dynasty, but a giant in its heyday.
A giant in his prime with healthy limbs, a clear mind and a far-sighted vision.
Xiao Yuntian looked at the list on the table, tapping it lightly with his fingertips, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
He really wanted to kill them all, but that would be a bit too much and there was no need to do so.
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