Tong Yanfeng listened carefully to François's words and smiled faintly: "Things are not as serious as you think. Dean Wang just did an experiment. His Majesty told him that he must obey any orders of Dean Wang. Although the overall cost of a planet is very high, it is not a burden that we cannot bear. I will convey your concerns to the dean, who is easy to speak. Don't worry, the problems you are worried about will not happen, and everything will be better."

"You still don't understand the seriousness of the problem."

Francois suddenly roared. He glared at Tong Yanfeng and roared repeatedly: "He plundered property belonging to the empire people and took away too many things that belong to us. Don't you understand? Things are leaving control. What is Wang Qinian now? He is no longer a human, but a planet, a planet."

These words hit Tong Yanfeng's mind like a heavy hammer. He vaguely felt something bad was happening, so he slowly raised his head, looked at François with inquiring eyes, and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

"We are currently on the Red Dragon One planet."

François's voice and expression were cold: "In this galaxy, there are six planets suitable for human habitation. Among them, the locations of the planets 1, 2 and 3 are closest. No matter whether there is any problem with any of the planets, it will affect the other two. The regent, the relationship between the stars is very close. They are all rotating around the sun, and they are a mutually influencing whole. This joint movement method is destined to be unchangeable from the beginning. If it is just an asteroid of small size, it will at most cause slight energy fluctuations between the planets. However, Dean Wang swallowed an entire planet. It has become a part of his body. This is equivalent to three people forming a seesaw together, located at both ends and the middle of the plate. No matter whether one is missing, the game cannot be carried out."

After pausing, François recovered his emotions, but his words became colder than before: "The biggest problem now is that from billions of years ago, when our galaxy was first formed, it can be regarded as the game has begun. The stability between planets must exist forever. Once a change occurs, it will mean that it will cause a catastrophe to the humans living on the planet. There is only one solution, that is, to find a suitable planet and immigrate before this.

Tong Yanfeng slowly frowned.

He is not unfamiliar with topics such as immigration. At the beginning, if it weren't for the change in the geological and environmental conditions of the Red Dragon Planet, the empire would not have given up there and all its employees were transferred to the current planet. The human beings transferred were all "worker bees" or "quasi-worker bees" with a high probability of variableness. To some extent, this can be seen as a way for the empire to be powerful and to enhance cohesion in all aspects. The emergence and sudden mutation of the black planet made the disaster on the Red Dragon Planet not erupted in the end. It firmly imprisoned the planet, and even swallowed it completely, making it a part of the body.

Interstellar immigration is not impossible. However, large-scale immigration activities like the last time are impossible in a short period of time. The proven habitable planet is too far away from here and there are not enough spacecraft to be used for carrying. In short, a second large-scale immigration will not be achieved in the next few years.

"High is different from Dean Wang. Although it is not a human, it is trustworthy."

François saw what Tong Yanfeng thought and continued: "We have all injected the emperor's blood. We all have common ideas in our minds. Although Heg is an alien, it has the same components as us. Although its ideas are sometimes special, it will not do anything that will harm the emperor. More importantly, the Red Dragon Planet is far away from us, and Heg obviously also considered the influence of the astral body. Based on the observation data in the past few years, the size of the Red Dragon Planet is gradually shrinking. I don't know how Heg did it, but it is obvious that its activities will not affect us. Even if it drives the planet out of its current orbit, it will not cause a large-scale disaster here."

"I really don't have any confidence in Dean Wang."

François sighed: "I don't know his specific ideas. The person he contacted the most is His Excellency Pope Mengqi. I can only look at the problem from the perspective of a scientist. President Wang has a detached personality and does things in a straightforward manner. However, once he leaves his current orbit, the various problems he causes are simply unimaginable. Even a comprehensive turmoil in the entire galaxy may occur."

Tong Yanfeng did not agree with this statement. He shook his head, then turned on the computer screen, pointed to the picture above and said, "You should look at this. I think your idea is really too biased."

The picture on the computer is a video taken by the General Administration of Space from the Red Dragon 3 in recent times. In the center of the picture, there is a rocket that just flew from the ground. Its size and appearance are no different from the common launch vehicles in the empire. François has a professional vision. Based on the proportion of the picture and other reference objects on the video, it was immediately judged that the size of these rockets is actually much larger than expected, and dozens of times beyond the normal range.

The picture continued to change, and a launch site was set on the surface of the planet. The various auxiliary facilities here were complete, the terrain was empty, there were no vehicles or wire towers, and there were no staff members.

"This is the launch site built by Dean Wang, and you can think of it as a part of his body."

Tong Yanfeng smiled and said, "Director Wang should have considered the problem you mentioned before. Yes, he really wants to leave his current position. He has always been a person who likes freedom, and has been like this since I met him. He is using this method of launching rockets at high frequency to reduce his body mass, thereby minimizing the impact on the astral body. According to the calculations of the General Administration of Space, if such a launch lasts for another six months, the size of the Red Dragon 3 planet can be reduced by 40%. In addition, look at this."

As he said that, Tong Yanfeng opened another display screen, and the background was also the universe, and a strange-shaped star appeared on it.

"This is the gathering point of all rockets. They are concentrated and merged here to form new mechanical synthetics. Haha looks amazing, doesn't it? I'm afraid that only people like Dean Wang, who have an alternative brain, will think of this shocking transfer method. We used remote sensing technology to detect that among the initially released rockets, each rocket has a small optical brain inside. They combine with each other in the target area to form a huge engineering machine with self-control and conversion capabilities. I don't know what method President Wang used to control it? But it is obvious that this thing is equivalent to his clone and it works very well. Although the dean's main brain has not been transferred, it is enough to control this split. As long as this continues, even if the Red Dragon 3 planet disappears, it will not have any impact on us. As for this matter, you really can't worry too much."

Tong Yanfeng turned around and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "You shouldn't doubt the orders of His Majesty the Emperor. He said: You must obey Dean Wang. This is what each of us should do."

"No, I didn't disobey orders, I didn't"

François suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice: "I have been bowing to him and following his orders, providing various experimental materials continuously. I even handed over the control of the entire Imperial Academy. You should look at the list of various materials consumed in the past few years and you will understand why I feel angry? Although the empire is powerful, it cannot withstand such consumption. We all know that His Majesty the Emperor is for the future and happiness of this world, and we must be His Majesty the strongest and most reliable backing. I have always believed that since Dean Wang and His Majesty are from the same world, friendship and trust should be unbreakable. But why, Dean Wang refuses to inject His Majesty's blood? Refusing to be His Majesty's worker bee like us?"

"Dear François, you're a little bit extreme."

Tong Yanfeng narrowed his eyes and said, "The mutual trust between people is not as simple as it seems. The emperor's blood can indeed maintain a huge group of trust, but the word "trust" often exists beyond this relationship. Not everyone in this world has the opportunity to become a "worker bee". In the face of the environment, we must adapt, rather than forcibly change it to adapt to us. I have to say that your view of Dean Wang is too biased."

"environment?"

François' tone suddenly changed a very subtle change: "Since you talk about the environment, then the empire is now a huge "bee swarm". The last time I immigrated, I filtered out all the rebels and guys with alternative thinking. They were all left on the Red Dragon Planet and became the food of Hegel. Now, all the people who immigrated to the planet are "worker bees" with common ideas with us. This is the environment where Dean Wang lives. Since it is inside the "bee swarm", why do he still refuse to accept the injection? Why must he exist as a stranger? Do you know, I am not the only one who has this idea, but many people have questions about Wang Qinian. So far, I still don't know what he wants? Why do he have to make his body look so huge?"

Tong Yanfeng looked at François calmly and asked, "It's not just you?"

“I’m just telling the truth.”

François raised his head and said without fear: "Wang Qinian occupied more than 30% of the imperial resources. Although he had no economic requirements for us after he devoured the planet, the losses were still huge for the entire empire. In order to provide him with various experimental materials, we were forced to reduce the budget of more than 130 imperial armored divisions. According to the plan left by His Majesty before leaving, we should complete all the military work of 200 newly formed armored divisions by June next year. But now, only 51 divisions have completed the infrastructure construction, and another seventeen divisions have built basic frameworks, and even weapons and equipment cannot be in place. What should we do if His Majesty the Emperor really needs a large amount of reinforcements when he passes back through the space gate? "

"Also, Wang Qinian has been forcing all portals."

François's expression was already very ferocious, looking chilling: "He destroyed all the indigenous villages on the Red Dragon Planet and took all the portals from the pyramids. Whether it was the reverse gate connecting the earth or the forward gate leading to another world, he had been taken into his body and became his personal property. We cannot know what happened to His Majesty the Emperor, nor do we know what to do to help His Majesty. These portals were controlled by Wang Qinian alone, and at most he told us that the portals had to be cooled.

In fact, we have not conducted systematic analysis of the portal, we do not know its operating principle, nor its energy use process and related data. Regent, you and His Majesty the Emperor come from the same world, you and His Majesty have both said that in your world, there is a blank space transmission technology. Since that is the case, why did Wang Qinian say things like the space gate must be cooled? This is not in common sense. If he knows the secret, he should make up a public and gather more people's wisdom to discuss it together. If he has nothing to learn about it, he must be making up a lie."

After taking a deep breath, François gritted his teeth hard, opened his mouth, and said a few words that moved Tong Yanfeng.

"If it were the former, why was his purpose of refusing to disclose the secret?"

"If it were the latter, why would he make up such a lie?"

Tong Yanfeng was completely silent.

He really couldn't say a word to refute François.
Chapter completed!