Chapter 319 Migration?
The man in uniform suddenly realized.
He found the point of the problem and quickly asked: "What about their grandfather?"
Father Ren twitched the corners of his mouth and looked into the distance: "In City No. 4."
"Currently, living alone."
"The old man is from the earth, nostalgic."
"It's not easy to have a home, so naturally I don't want to leave."
"It's just...Ren Feng is a sentimental guy. He wanted to take care of his grandpa, so he refused to participate in the relocation plan."
"Those two children..." As he spoke, Father Ren smiled bitterly and shook his head, "What can a ten-year-old child know? All he knows is to follow his brother."
The uniformed man frowned.
Now, things are getting difficult.
"What do you think about this?" the man in uniform asked in a low voice, "should you let them stay here with the old man, or..."
Father Ren suddenly became excited: "Are you kidding?!"
"Who doesn't know that Proxima Centauri is about to go out?"
"If you can survive here for a hundred years, how can you stay here for five hundred years?!"
"Don't get excited." The man in uniform comforted him softly.
"...I'm sorry." Ren's father gradually calmed down, lowered his head and apologized, "I hope you can persuade him well and let Ren Feng participate in the migration plan."
"We...just have these three children."
The man in uniform nodded silently: "This is our mission."
"What's more, the superiors attach great importance to these new generations who are unwilling to migrate. You also know how important these new blood are to civilization in the interstellar era."
"I'll try my best."
…
The next day.
The man in uniform came to City No. 4.
According to the address given by Ren's father, he came to a remote community.
Looking at the closed door in front of him, he took a deep breath.
After putting on a kind smile on his face, he reached out and knocked on the door.
"Who?"
An old voice came from among them.
Then, a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer sounded at the door.
The steps stopped.
The man in uniform hurriedly said: "Hello, I am the street director of the Human Migration Project."
"Click."
The door opened slowly, and behind the door was an old man with white hair.
The old man frowned and looked at the man in uniform, and asked in a low voice: "People who are engaged in migration...haven't you been here a few days ago?"
As he spoke, the old man's face was full of vigilance: "Could he be a liar?!"
"Old man, I am not engaged in relocation." The man in uniform was speechless and quickly explained, "I am the person in charge of the street. I mainly mobilize people to participate in the relocation plan."
The old man waved his hand: "It's not about migration..."
"Besides, I don't think you are a good person."
As he spoke, he stretched out his wrinkled hand and tremblingly pressed a red button next to the door.
Man in uniform:? ? !
"Old man, don't, don't, don't be impulsive!" He took out an ID from his pocket and stopped the old man in front of him. "Look, I have an ID!"
The old man pressed the button with one hand, took the ID with the other, and glanced at it suspiciously.
"Are you so good at making fake certificates now?"
Man in uniform: "..."
"Uncle, I called you uncle!"
The man in uniform said dumbfounded: "Sir, think about it carefully. Have you ever encountered a liar since you came to Proxima Centauri?"
The old man nodded silently: "Yes."
The man in uniform was shocked: "What?! When did it happen?!"
Impossible!
All cities are under the management of Zero, even the dignitary members cannot seek personal gain with power!
Is there any god who can escape Zero's pursuit? !
The old man looked at the man warily and slowly said two words: "Now."
Man in uniform: "..."
…
Finally, with the police's proof, the old man finally believed the identity of the man in uniform.
"So...what are you doing migration, why are you looking for me again?"
The man in uniform weakly corrected him: "Uncle, we are not engaged in migration, I am..."
"Forget it, just think that I am a migration agent."
"I came to you mainly about your grandson."
The old man's expression instantly became serious.
"Xiao Feng?"
"What happened to him?!"
The man in uniform was stunned: "You don't know?"
When he heard that it was about his grandson, the old man suddenly became excited.
He patted the table in front of him impatiently: "What do I know? What happened to Xiaofeng?!"
The uniformed man nodded thoughtfully.
More than ten minutes later.
"Bastard!" The old man gasped and slammed the table in front of him, "This little brat dares to mess around with such a big thing!"
"I'm an old guy who's mostly buried in the ground. What can I do to keep you company?"
With that said, he reached out and opened the holographic projection on the side, found Ren Feng's contact information with trembling hands, and pressed it without hesitation.
…
Three days later.
Watching Ren Feng board the maglev train heading to City No. 4, Ren's father and Ren's mother sighed deeply.
The man in uniform said apologetically to the two of them: "I'm sorry, Ren Feng..."
Father Ren shook his head slowly, looked down at his youngest son and daughter beside him, and asked softly: "This may be the best outcome."
After a moment of silence, he looked at the uniformed man again.
A glimmer of hope shone through his dim eyes: "Will you still persuade Ren Feng?"
The uniformed man hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head.
Ren's father's eyes completely dimmed.
"Sorry."
The uniformed man apologized again.
"According to the instructions of the Academy of Sciences, the migration plan will be officially launched soon."
"This is the last mobilization."
Ren's father and mother did not speak, but just looked up at the maglev train in the distance silently.
Such scenes continue to occur throughout the Proxima b city cluster.
Under the last mobilization order, some of the new generation chose to join the migration plan.
Of course, more people still maintain their original choices.
...
"Alas..."
Lv Yongchang looked at the final statistical results presented in the holographic projection and sighed deeply.
"Are there still 80 million new generations who choose to stay here?"
"Unfortunately, after this separation, we are two civilizations."
As he said, Lv Yongchang's eyes revealed some regret.
"Zero, how long can they last after we leave?" he muttered to himself.
After a short wait, Zero gave his answer.
1,000 years.
"Only 1,000 years..."
Lv Yongchang lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
"Yes, this is still under ideal conditions." Zero quickly gave a series of simulation data.
Lv Yongchang glanced at the holographic projection in front of him.
The calculation process is very rigorous.
It is also ideal.
After a moment of silence, Lv Yongchang shook his head helplessly and said in a deep voice:
"Zero, start the migration plan!"
"Starting tomorrow, all personnel will enter hibernation in batches in order."
