When facing the No. 5 Forerunner Papaloka, Yang Ming did have the urge to "kill this guy and settle the matter" several times in a row.
But he restrained himself.
There is no way, Forerunner No. 5 is like a countdown timer. When his growth reaches the standard line set by Faaya civilization - gaining enough political influence in a strong political system, "Faya's Game" will be officially launched.
.
Having Forerunner No. 5 in his hands can greatly increase Yang Ming's initiative.
This is also the main reason why Yang Ming chose to find Forerunner No. 5 in an open and honest manner and talk to him under the supervision of the top leaders of the Yada Democratic Republic.
There are several other secondary reasons, mainly considering Yang Ming's current situation in the empire.
Yang Ming also needs to use this incident to officially confirm his identity as the tentacles of the Fayan people extending to the lower-dimensional world.
After the first conversation, I gained basically nothing.
When Yang Ming left the interrogation room, he found senior officials from the Yada Democratic Republic who were responsible for interfacing with him, and asked them to put Papaloka under house arrest in the hotel where the imperial mission was staying. Be careful not to let this guy commit suicide.
Propensity.
Yang Ming didn't say much else.
He bet that the Yada Democratic Republic would not dare to do anything to this Forerunner No. 5.
Even if this political system is interested in establishing a preliminary connection with the Faya civilization by cultivating Forerunner No. 5, it still needs to consider whether they have the ability to protect Forerunner No. 5.
That night, Yang Ming took a shower and lay on the hotel bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Papalocka is already under Ritsu's full surveillance.
With the technological reserves of the Yada Democratic Republic, it is difficult to defend against Lu, a little goddess who can come and go freely in the online world.
"When this guy says they don't deserve it, does he mean that the Faya people don't deserve it, or that her hometown doesn't deserve it?"
Yang Ming murmured in a low voice.
A little bit of fluorescence appeared on the surface of the watch he placed on the bedside table, and a miniature little law appeared in a circle and floated carefully to the pillow next to Yang Ming.
She whispered softly: "According to my analysis of her brain waves at that time, she should be saying that her hometown is not worthy."
"Um?"
Yang Ming wondered: "Some people really hate their homeland?"
"It's hard to say."
Lu sat down next to the pillow, holding his chin and analyzing carefully:
"Boss, you see, some wealthy businessmen who left Luofeng, especially those who left Luofeng and entered the New Federation when the New Federation tried to strangle Luofeng, were in a very bad situation in the New Federation and their lives were not good. Now
Luofeng suddenly became a regional power with the Luofeng Alliance, and its economy has experienced explosive growth year after year. Some of these pests have become the ones who are most enthusiastic about insulting Luofeng.
"The complex emotions of human beings are really elusive."
"What you said is that you hope that your brother will live well, and you don't want him to live better than me. In the final analysis, it is just vanity and jealousy that cause trouble."
Yang Ming yawned and continued:
"But the feeling Papalocka gave me... was that she was disappointed...
"Tell me, Lu, where should we start to make this guy ours?"
"Pretty boy trap?"
"Pooh!"
Yang Ming almost drowned Lu by spitting out Xingzi. He cursed: "Now one Daphne is enough to give me a headache. How about another one like this guy?"
"Look, look," Lu muttered aggrievedly, "you don't even want to mention Captain Catherine's name."
"Don't let me lie to you!"
Yang Ming snorted, and then sighed quietly:
"Catherine has her own ideals and ambitions. If I didn't have this mission on my shoulders, it wouldn't be impossible for me to join her in the revolution.
"The words Papaloka scolded today actually make sense if you think about it carefully.
"But there is always a gap between reality and ideals. We cannot avoid this gap. Finding ways to survive and then finding ways to rush forward is the way to solve the problem."
Lu smiled and said: "Come on, boss! I will always support you! But your debating skills need to be strengthened. You were inadvertently led by the other party today. Let him enter our logic instead of us.
Starting from his logic and then extending and justifying it, the simplest way is that he says his and we say ours."
"Okay," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I have become accustomed to using my fists recently, and my tongue has become stupid."
"Boss, do you want to see her again tomorrow?"
"I'll leave her alone for two days," Yang Ming said. "The imperial mission will return after a week. If that doesn't work, I will apply to the empire to stay here for a few more days. I will definitely take this person away. If I can get her to take the initiative,
It would be great if you cooperate and follow us away."
"Boss, do you want me to find a chance to scan her memory?"
"Try not to use this method first. She is also an opponent. Give her some respect first."
Yang Ming changed the subject:
"If she would rather die than surrender in the end, then use some extreme measures.
"I also want to try to see if the Fayans will directly chop me if the mind control is released on the Forerunners."
Lu whispered: "This is still too dangerous, boss."
Yang Ming smiled without saying a word, yawned again, turned over and gave Lu a beautiful blow to the back of his head.
"Good night, I'm going to rest first."
"What a dream, boss!"
Lu shouted sweetly, then curled her lips, tilted her neck, and rolled her eyes.
The boss really doesn't care about anything, and the frequency of reading briefings has decreased recently.
Hum hum, no matter what, just spend all your money, buy hundreds of millions of its servers, directly use the network technology-related subsidiaries of the Molly Miss Group, and unify the galaxy network!
Lu made a face and disappeared quietly.
Her idea was just a joke.
However, outside the empire, using capital expansion to build more server networks to enhance its overall strength is indeed what Lu is doing.
What she wants is not a stable, semi-permanent computing resource;
What she wants now is computing resources that can withstand the problem of haircuts head-on.
It is the fastest and most effective way to surround the empire's unified network with distributed server groups in the galaxy that are all synchronized.
…
For three days in a row, Yang Ming ignored Papaloka.
He is also very busy, busy walking around every day, visiting local high-tech companies, playing basketball with local celebrities and gentry, watching dramas, and having afternoon tea with those beautiful official wives.
He even participated in two local variety shows, performed a show of using mental power to affect the spatial location of matter, and rapidly expanded his fan club in the Democratic Republic of Yada.
The Yada Democratic Republic also tried its best to make good friends with Yang Ming. It not only awarded Yang Ming the medal of "Insect-killing Hero", but also gave Yang Ming a bunch of unofficial honorary titles.
The imperial envoy also received several large orders, and the elders and generals who accompanied Yang Ming earned enough camera shots and stole the show.
Hello everyone, we are taking care of ourselves here. Forerunner No. 5 seems to be unable to sit still.
On the first day he was hung up, Papaloka acted very calmly. Under the surveillance of several female agents, he only slept and was in a daze.
Her Internet access terminal was confiscated and her movements were restricted. She could only move around in this hotel suite.
After being left to dry for two days, Papaloka seemed a little anxious. He couldn't sleep with his eyes closed and had no appetite for food. He paced back and forth in the room, and then went to the window to open his e-cigarette and get smoke-free.
Three days later, Papalocka's mood became even worse.
She spends most of her time in a daze, and while she is in a daze, she will also make some dangerous moves.
However, the female agents on duty successfully prevented Papaloka's self-mutilation behavior and bound Papaloka's hands and feet with magnetic shackles at the same time, making it impossible for Papaloka to complete actions such as clasping his hands together.
In the early morning of the fourth day.
"I want to see the white ghost."
When Papalocka spoke for the first time, the agents quickly went to the next room to report to their superiors.
This news passed through countless levels before it reached Yang Ming's ears.
Yang Ming, who was sleeping, immediately dressed up, turned around after going out, and arrived at the room where Papaloka lived.
After a symbolic knock on the door, two young, beautiful, fair-skinned and beautiful female agents opened the door. When they bowed their heads and saluted Yang Ming, they deliberately revealed their profound career lines.
Thank you very much.
Yang Ming nodded with a smile, passed by the two of them, and locked his eyes on Papaloka in the living room.
The female agent received the order from her superiors and went outside to wait for news.
There is a faint fragrance floating in the room, which is the harmless smell produced by electronic cigarettes.
Papaloka's condition was much better than three days ago, but her eyes were dull, her bloated body was curled up in a ball on the sofa, and there were stains left by drinks on her large nightgown.
Yang Ming calmly sat down on the single sofa opposite, raised his eyebrows at Papaloka, and said with a smile:
"Want to chat?"
"What do you want from me?" Papaloka asked directly.
Yang Ming said: "Just completing the mission of the Faya people."
"What good does this do to you?" Papaloka asked, "Will the Fayians give the green light to your home planet? No, no, they must act in accordance with principles and rules. This is the birth of collective thinking.
The basic principles of higher-dimensional life.”
Yang Ming wondered: "How do you know so much?"
Papaloka remained silent.
"It seems that we all have our own chances and opportunities."
Yang Ming recalled the outline of the conversation that Lu had made before.
I tried scolding last time, but since it didn't work, I decided to try another method.
Sincerity is the greatest nirvana.
Yang Ming said: "You asked me to come, but then you don't want to chat with me, so why should I come here?"
Papaloka said: "How about we make a deal? You kill me twice to free me from this damn mission, or set me free so that I can continue to eat and wait to die."
"Huh?" Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Why? Are you so unwilling to fulfill your mission?"
"Well," Papaloka said calmly, "If you give me a button that will make my home planet lose the right to participate in trials, or directly explode in the main time dimension, then I will press it without hesitation.
Go down."
Yang Ming looked puzzled.
He got up and walked to the wine cabinet nearby. After discovering that there was a combination lock on it, he tore open the alloy on the side of the cabinet, took out two bottles of good wine, and grabbed two wine glasses.
Papaloka whispered: "Are you a monster?"
"Absolutely," Yang Ming let the wine bottle and glass float around him, walked back to Papaloka calmly, and continued, "After I finished arguing with you, I thought about it and found that we are indeed two types of people, so there are two types of people.
Completely different views, I am here to apologize to you."
"No need," Papaloka stared at the wine glass and curled the corner of his mouth slightly, "Are you going to start playing the emotional card?"
Yang Ming smiled and said: "We are really different, because there is a road in front of me, but there is a dead end in front of you. I will have the opportunity to enter the high-dimensional world in the future, and I have participated in more than three experimental projects of the Fayan people at the same time.
"
"Why do they favor you so much?"
"Not counting favoritism, I shattered the Resurrection Armor at the beginning, in exchange for the Ancient God transformation," Yang Ming sighed, "Then, I defeated the Valkyrie step by step, and that's how I got everything I have now."
"Then I envy you too," Papaloka sighed, "If you pay, you will be rewarded. Isn't this a wonderful thing?"
Yang Ming immediately stopped talking: "Isn't this normal? As long as you are willing to pay and endure hardships, there will be a day when all the hardships will be over."
Papaloka sneered: "This is an ideal situation. Most people don't have this opportunity."
"No," Yang Ming said, "It should be that a small number of people don't have this opportunity. Most people can get positive feedback, but the feedback they can get is limited."
Papaloka smiled and said: "Is your native civilization, your home planet, still in a relatively rudimentary social form?"
"Elementary? I don't think so."
"Then let me test you."
"please."
“If a political system wants to accumulate wealth quickly, what other way is there besides plundering from outside?”
Yang Ming thought carefully: "Enhance trade? Technological innovation?"
“The essence of trade is the replacement of resources, and trade between strong countries and weak countries is often a mild form of plunder;
"Scientific and technological innovation brings technological advantages to other political systems, which is itself a form of plunder. In contrast, inclusive technological innovation will cause the accelerated concentration of social wealth to a small number of people."
Papaloca pouted slightly:
"As expected, you come from a relatively elementary society."
Boss Yang suddenly became unhappy: "Okay, I admit that my hometown accidentally triggered the program of the Faya game due to accidentally touching the space-time bubble, but this does not mean that our social development is backward."
"for example?"
"For example, the political system in my hometown where I was born has these two development models."
Yang Ming briefly introduced the development path of the next flower grower.
Papaloka shook his head slightly: "You are wrong, young man."
Year!
Yang Ming frowned and said, "Where did I go wrong?"
Papaloka smiled and said:
"The wealth accumulation of your political system is based on the two reasons you mentioned. In fact, it is based on the relationship between the entire society and hundreds of millions of migrant workers, right? What you call it is based on the relationship between the entire society and hundreds of millions of migrant workers.
On the exploitation of hundreds of millions of migrant workers.
"You must be grateful that your political system has an uninterrupted cultural inheritance, which gives the entire political system an extraordinary cohesion.
"In addition, according to your description, the reason why you can live a stable life and gradually become stronger is because some areas of this political system have paid a huge price, and these areas will suppress the development of free economics to resist the erosion of external capital.
"It's these two essential reasons... Well, although your knowledge is not deep, the political system you are in can indeed be regarded as an intermediate social form."
Yang Ming shrugged: "I can feel that there is still a part of the superior class that is constantly growing."
"This is inevitable. Human nature is like this. Human beings, social creatures, feed on a sense of superiority."
Papaloka frowned and asked:
"You mentioned accidental contact just now? Did you directly launch a long-distance spacecraft into outer space?"
"Um."
"Didn't you find the hints left by the civilizations of previous generations?"
"Hint?" Yang Ming asked in confusion, "Do you still have such a thing?"
"This is allowed by the rules of the Faya people. The previous generation of civilization on our planet failed in the promotion. The result was that the entire planet evaporated overnight. They were unwilling to leave behind some relics. I hope they can help.
A greenhouse civilization appeared on this planet."
Papaloka said:
"So, the civilization I am in has developed relatively quickly, and I have known from the very beginning that when we develop into a true first-level civilization and start exploring the universe, it will trigger the trials set by high-dimensional human civilization."
Yang Ming frowned tightly: "I'm afraid... this is a tragedy."
"Yes, a tragedy, a complete tragedy," Papaloka chuckled, "I envy you, your home planet, and the political system of your hometown. As long as you struggle, you have a certain probability of success. What a wonderful life it is.
"
"Where is your home planet?"
"They should be buried in that cage!"
Papaloka's expression was a bit ferocious:
"That twisted world shouldn't enter the real galaxy!"
Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Why?"
Papaloka closed his eyes and his whole body was trembling. He tried to calm down and kept fighting against this emotion until it finally turned into a sigh.
"My home planet has cleared the single-planet version of "Abyss"."
Yang Ming's facial muscles were beating gently.
"But the Faiya people refused to allow my home planet to enter the galaxy and asked us to participate in the following trials."