System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 550 - 286: "Brother, the area around you is completely occupied by the Insect Race Civilization..."_3
"The scale of this celebration banquet is quite significant. It seems that Fixed Star has made considerable progress out there."
Qi wore a qipao with a shawl, swaying her alluring hips, holding a glass of red wine as she walked over. Following Chen Mang’s gaze, a slight smile appeared on her lips, "Am I right, Master Mang?"
Chen Mang glanced at Qi, paused for a moment before continuing, "Last time I asked you if you knew the Mechanical Civilization had been completely annihilated, you said you were unaware."
"Now I can give you the answer."
"Absolutely extinguished."
"However, the exact duration of their extinction remains unknown. Your Mechanical Civilization’s calendar has become very strange."
"The Mechanical Civilization basically won’t have any survivors. After the defeat, the wormhole coordinates of all planets were clearly known to the enemy. Perhaps some higher-ups of the Mechanical Civilization who received the information early might flee the planet, but... it will only prolong their suffering for a few more days."
"The city’s owner, unsurprisingly, died long ago."
"Annihilated, huh..."
Qi gave a slight start, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. After lightly mouthing for a while, she finally whispered, "Then it must have been thousands of years ago. Before you came, this city hadn’t been activated for a long time."
"The celebration banquet has started."
Chen Mang looked towards the host on stage, the one who used to sing otaku songs, who he later arranged to sing daily to boost the progress of the Civilization Order. Now it seems, his hosting abilities have been uncovered.
Ever since the "Mining Robot" was born.
Old Pig began a thorough investigation of all the residents on the train, regardless of whether their abilities were useful or not, all were recorded. Who knows, one day these abilities might be needed. Eventually, the residents would exit the mining industry, which would be replaced by the mining robots.
By then, job assignments would be based on their abilities.
After saying this.
He didn’t speak further; he just turned around and walked out the door, while Biaozi stood solemnly at the entrance, guarding him.
...
Old Pig, responsible for all the order at this celebration banquet, occasionally glanced at a chair in the first row below, ground numbered "0002."
Inside the train, apart from Master Mang, he had the most forward numbering.
Master Mang’s number is—
"0001."
Initially, when he and Mr. Li were custom-making the numbers, they deliberated for a long time whether to assign Master Mang the number "0000" or "0001." In the end, Mr. Li convinced him, saying that four zeroes sounded inauspicious, as if everything turned to emptiness.
But 0001 sounded much better, as they say, "One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things."
This precisely illustrated that because of Master Mang, Fixed Star exists today.
Frankly speaking.
He used to think he was quite skilled at flattering, but after a few exchanges with Mr. Li, he realized this guy was also pretty good, with innovative ideas, not the usual stiff flattery but indeed able to create logically coherent rhetoric.
Flattery is a skill.
If done too deliberately, it only causes resentment, but if it’s logically coherent, then it’s perfect flattery. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Old Pig, while arranging for others to quickly fill the shortcomings, occasionally gazed at his chair, just wanting to take a few more looks, this number seemed joyous, felt comfortable.
Fixed Star might, in three to five years, embark on its interstellar journey.
After all, he was dumbfounded when he went to the train room and saw that Star System Map.
It’s foreseeable that the population base of Fixed Star will definitely experience a massive explosion in the future, and the 6000 residents who initially followed Fixed Star will be the core backbone, where the more forward the number is, the better their status and treatment will be.
And his "0002" number is truly beneath one but above thousands, possibly even more influential than being Train Captain, which clearly reflects his qualifications, right here in the open, back when Master Mang was just starting out, he was the second-in-command following Master Mang.
At this moment—
Old Pig’s eyes brightened, looking a short distance away where Master Mang walked accompanied by Biaozi, he quickly strode forward to greet him, "Master Mang, we were just waiting for you to give your speech."
"Hmm."
Chen Mang slightly nodded, then leaned on his cane alone as he walked to the stage, looking at the eagerly anticipating residents, he paused for a moment before lightly chuckling.
"A big win!"
"This is Fixed Star’s first celebration banquet, but definitely not the last. I won’t say any pleasantries, let’s get straight to the point."
"In this Adventure Map, everyone contributed not insignificantly. Among them, a resident with number 3778, perhaps you haven’t heard of his resident number, but last night in the Adventure Map, he single-handedly pushed 12 zombies into the freezer."
"Ranked first among all residents."
"Let’s give him a round of applause to welcome him to the stage."
...
Offstage.
Old Pig quickly looked at the notebook in his hand, the awards of this celebration banquet and the award process had already been mapped out, and he also looked at the young guy behind him with a hurried tone, "Remember, answer according to what I taught you, don’t slip up, understood?"
"Get up there quickly, keep your back straight!"
Last night, when he reported the celebration banquet process to Master Mang, Master Mang meant to find a meritorious person from the residents to speak on stage.
Looking around, they reluctantly found this young man who could barely make the cut.
Seventeen or eighteen years old.
Truly a vigorous age. He really feared this man would spout some earth-shattering words.
