Everyone: Are mechanics weak? I wake up and rectify the natural disaster

"them?"

"who are they?"

The juniors all looked confused.

I didn't get the answer immediately from my ancestor.

They looked at each other with similar doubts on each other's faces.

this...

Who is the old man referring to?

Soller-3, that seems to be an unmanned galaxy?

"Not just Soller-3, I remember that the entire Soller Nebula is full of desolate star fields,"

Someone hesitated.

"Didn't the company think about expansion before? I remember that the market development department had submitted several planning proposals there.

It has been mentioned throughout that there is no existing interstellar civilization there, nor is it the origin of any civilization.

It is said...it seems that there is only a group of indigenous people from a pre-interstellar civilization? "

The company mentioned here is naturally not a company under their own name.

It is the 'Cape Horn Trading Giant' itself that controls the galaxy.

Their political system, which exists in the form of giant enterprises and is not particularly formal, is also relatively complicated in terms of names in this regard.

Just like companies that survive in any other political system, they must also develop in line with the policies and administrative guidelines of the authorities.

The same is true in Horn 3. Almost all companies have to rely on the Cape Horn trading giant to survive.

They do belong to different companies.

But in essence, they are equivalent to enjoying the shade under the same big tree and eating in the same canteen.

Therefore, many people like to call the authorities of giant trading companies the 'head office', while their respective companies are equivalent to 'branch companies', 'subsidiaries', or even 'subsidiary companies'.

The entire galaxy is like a huge business group.

Everyone, no matter what profession they are in or what organization they work for, can be called 'colleagues', and the relationship between them is nothing more than a superior-subordinate relationship.

"Aborigines? Have your brains been burned out by the nonsensical ppts of those fools in the marketing department?"

"Don't pay attention to the things that the company uses to whitewash the peace. They are not just indigenous people. It's hard to say who is stronger than the head office and them..."

The old man was standing in front of the star map on the big screen in the command center, leaning on a cane, using his electronic prosthetic eye to scan the data on it and plan the route.

Hearing this, he sneered and turned around,

"Cervantes, come here and tell your silly uncles who are the real natives."

"Well, you may not have paid attention to the military channel broadcast a while ago,"

The little grandson stood up and raised his hand and said, "The expedition team led by the Serbs and coming out of the core star area that passed by us a few years ago disappeared without a trace in the Soler-3 galaxy. .”

"In the past few years, they have been using the secret channel at the head office to maintain contact with the core star area,"

“The result is that a while ago, there was no sound for no reason.

There is a high probability that something happened and the group was wiped out. "

"You're telling me, who would be willing to tap the military's channel?"

"Wait a minute, shouldn't the focus be on the Serbian fleet being destroyed?"

"...I seem to have some impression, everyone, that combined fleet is the one with a lot of old battleships?"

"It should be that in our entry and exit records in the past ten years, there is only one of more than 300 battleships, right?"

A group of middle-aged people were whispering to each other and discussing.

"And that fleet is very old and shabby - when you said that, I remembered that these guys are really hard to miss..."

"It's not just old, it's extremely old."

The old man sneered, "I remember clearly that there are more than a dozen battleship models in it, and they were already designed when I was still in school in the core star area."

"Although they have been used for hundreds of years, the latest batch were retired a hundred years ago - at that time, you were not born yet."

He said, raised his staff, and used the tip of the staff to point several juniors in the field through the void.

The latter was speechless.

"To be honest, it's old age, after all, it is a serious battleship and aircraft carrier, and it is not comparable to the small fish and shrimp we are riding on now,"

"Don't underestimate me. More than three hundred battleships add up to a terrifying force.

At the very least, I don’t think that the head office can easily take them down—their ships are also old and there are not as many as others! "

This remark aroused the approval of everyone in the audience.

If there are any deep impressions on the authorities of the galaxy where I am located, 'cannot fight' is definitely the number one.

It was precisely because they had enough confidence in the military strength level of the 'Head Office' that they conscientiously chose to run on Xinruan after the old man's advice.

It is precisely because other locals are like them and have the same skills in this area that He En 3 is in such a mess now.

To put it bluntly, the first group of Wind Horn people who came here to take root knew very well that their group itself was not a strong enough type.

Basically, it's a wall-to-wall level.

...that is, those foreigners, recent immigrants, and immigrants who moved here not long ago lack a clear understanding of this.

So much so that there is some undue confidence in the level of military power of the authorities.

"Our Fengjiao tribe has never relied on conquering cities, conquering and expanding to gain a foothold in the Star Territory,"

The old man said seriously,

“Our ability to get ahead and the company’s ability to make ends meet in the Star Territory has always depended on our ability to assess the situation.

Don't think it's shameful to run away when you encounter difficulties. You have to understand that at least you still have a chance to run - you will know later when you listen to the radio. By then, these people will regret running and didn't even have to run! "

“Not only do you have to run fast, you also have to run in the right direction.

I know, someone told you that you should go to the Chibu Star Territory, to the Buddha Map, or even to the Tianyuan Star Territory, right? "

He looked around, and many family members in the crowd looked away with a smile.

"It's not your fault that some people are preaching this to you...but you have to understand,

What they proposed was not a noble idea.

These guys just ran away aimlessly, without finding a suitable destination, and they wanted to drag more people into the water together so that they could share the risks with them on the way.

Just listen, don't do what they want.

Our Hoen Star Region is more than three hundred light years away from the Chibu Star Region. To go to the Fotu Star Region and the Tianyuan Star Region even further over there, we have to walk more than a thousand light years... It's such a long way to escape, aren't you afraid of dying on the way? "

"What the old man means is..."

Hearing this, combined with the context, I thought of the 'natives' of Soler-3 that the old man just pointed out.

Many juniors already have some vague ideas.

"What I mean is not clear enough."

"Since you've run away, you have to find someone to defect to anyway. Isn't it the same for whoever you surrender to?"

"You all can think of going to the Tianyuan Star Territory, which is more than a thousand light years away and which our family has no knowledge or acquaintance of at all. Why can't you think about it now?"

"Not to mention, does a force capable of annihilating a large-scale expedition consisting of more than 300 capital ships and a larger number of light ships deserve to continue to wear the label of 'indigenous'? ..

Even if they are really aborigines, with their strength, aren’t they worthy of protecting our family?

To put it another way, at least they are close!

There is a hyperspace blocking field around it, and there is no safer place than there. "

"As for the fact that they once violently defeated those civilizations in the core star area...this is even better.

If you want to find protection and a place to live, you have to show some value.

You should know better than me how many ship orders our family's companies have helped the head office undertake from core star regions.

Whether the people in the Soller Sector want to use the technology of civilizations such as the Serbs, or want to target their technology, our family can come in handy..."

"As long as we have this point, even if we face an unknown civilization, we will definitely be able to show enough value to be accepted by others..."

The old man finished speaking in one breath, stroking the polymer beard artificially implanted in his chin, and his eyes showed an unprecedented shrewdness.

Time has brought him a wealth of wisdom.

When he reaches his age, the only thing left in his life is to get by.