"How is that possible?"

Brother Wongfeng saw that Chu Yao didn’t understand anything and only thought she was a young alien barbarian, so he didn’t hesitate to speak.

"The Interstellar General Administration is only responsible for development-related matters. The highest level you mentioned should be the Grand Council."

"The Grand Chamber?"

Ah, my head feels so itchy, it feels like it's about to grow a brain.

"Well, it is divided into the upper house and the lower house. This is much more complicated to talk about. Little sister, why don't you give me two cigarettes and I will explain it to you in detail."

Chu Yao naturally understood what this person meant, and she had gradually become familiar with the situation here.

The common currency of the Celestials is a kind of paper currency, which is measured in yuan. But in the shelter of this mine, money is of no use, and cigarettes are the hard currency.

Prison slaves traded cigarettes privately in exchange for things that were useful to them, such as soap, cloth, and the like.

"I'll tell you later, thank you, Brother Wong."

Chu Yao skipped away, leaving Brother Wong with a confused look on his face and scratching his head. Why did he get an extra nickname?

She learned a lot of things today, and she needed to sort them out carefully so that she could tell them to her senior sister later.

She also knew what the so-called "flying sword person" meant. It was a scornful name for cultivators like herself. In the eyes of heaven and man, cultivators were classified as barbarians and were corrupt and backward things.

Chu Yao was vaguely confused and felt that something was wrong.

Since heavenly beings do not practice cultivation but only study technology, why are their technologies so targeted at cultivators?
Chapter completed!