After seeing clearly the person who represented the survivors were about to contact him, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel happy and thought: "Oh! He is actually an acquaintance."

This person came from either, but he was wary of the male protagonist Todd from the beginning in the original plot and asked if the other party was a deserter.

Although this person is just a supporting role, Ning Zhiyuan has some impression of him. He remembers that he has starred in "The Pretender" and several films that he can't remember clearly.

However, this person's reputation seems to be really not very good. Neither "Soldiers" nor "Pretender" can be listed on the cast list of Duniang Encyclopedia.

"Who are you! How did you get here!" Slade, holding the gun, kept as calm as possible, still had a nervous look on his face.

"Don't be nervous, my friend, I'm a businessman. You can call me a prophet. I'm from another planet." He raised his hands to signal Ning Zhiyuan, who had no malice, and said with a smile.

"Prophet? From another planet?" Although it is strange why someone calls such a mysterious name, Slade is more concerned about the latter issue.

"Yes, I came from another planet. I accidentally passed by here and found that there were survivors on this planet. So, let's see if there is any business to do."

Faced with these survivors who can be said to be pitiful, Ning Zhiyuan did not intend to do anything to defeat others, so he continued to play the role of a businessman.

Fortunately, this identity cannot be considered wrong. To a certain extent, Ning Zhiyuan is indeed a businessman, a businessman with strong strength across space and space.

"By the way, these are samples." In order to win the trust of others, Ning Zhiyuan turned around and took out a small cloth pocket prepared in advance from the cab, and threw it out.

Only after the adult's head-sized cloth pocket fell to the ground, because he deliberately did not pull the bag, he rolled out a few bottles from it.

In these plastic bottles with high transparency, some contain white powder, some with light green particles, and some with small black and gray particles.

"Is this... is this spice?" As these small bottles rolled out of the cloth bag, the sharp-eyed Slade quickly identified that these were spices that had not been exposed to for a long time.

"Yes, these samples are spices and salt, sugar and other seasonings. I also have wine, brandy, whiskey and beef, mutton and other wines and ingredients in my car."

Seeing that his appearance really made the other party relax a little bit of war, Ning Zhiyuan pointed at the military truck behind him and issued a series of names that were enough to make the survivors excited.

As expected, whether it was the daily necessities of this car or someone from another planet, the survivors who knew the news were immediately excited.

In addition, to put it bluntly, these people are the civilians who survived interstellar immigration, and basically have no military qualities, so someone soon came out again.

"This is rosemary, it smells so fragrant, I haven't smelled it for a long time."

"There are also salt and sugar, and the snow-white color looks really good."

"This is cinnamon, it has a strong flavor. It reminds me of the dish that my mother cooks."

...

Looking at his companions talking around the small bag of samples, Slade, who had some courage and thoughts among all the survivors, was speechless.

Fortunately, Ning Zhiyuan didn't think about how to treat these poor people. Otherwise, in this situation, just taking some people as hostages would be able to capture all the survivors in one place.

"Can we find a better place to talk about? The weather here is really..." Ning Zhiyuan said with a harmless look on his face, pointing to the windy and sandy sky.

"Okay, please come with me, but your companion can only stay in the car." Slade, who had long discovered that the person in the car was not easy to mess with, nodded and said.

"No problem, but I want to have some more samples. You know some things are too big and it's hard to put in the bag." Ning Zhiyuan, who was not surprised, pointed to the car and said.

"Okay, do you need our help?" Looking at Slade, who was quite cautious, this sentence made him feel that he was not much better than other survivors.

"No, I'll do it myself." Ning Zhiyuan said with a smile, then took two wooden boxes with quite a bit of weight from the back of the car and held them in his hand.

Soon, under the "encirclement" of survivors, Ning Zhiyuan, a mysterious interstellar businessman, was taken to the hall where the survivors had a meeting in the original plot.

And this time, it was not just the character Slides who came forward. The man who saved the soldier King Taod in the original plot was also in the survivors' team.

After Ning Zhiyuan sat down on the chair that was obviously dismantled from a vehicle, he opened one of the wooden boxes and took out something from it.

Don’t look at these survivors, they are still living well with the resources-rich "garbage mountain" and the tools and equipment they collected after falling to this planet.

But at most, it can only be said that it will not starve to death. It is not a little worse than eating it, let alone enjoying a luxury like aged whiskey.

"Come on, this is also the sample I brought, everyone can try it." After opening the lid of the wine, Ning Zhiyuan took out a cup from the box and poured some for himself to taste it.

Because I didn't plan to get into these poor people since the beginning, I wouldn't have any troubles in this bottle of Chivas for 18 years, so I naturally feel at ease when I drink it.

At the beginning, the male survivors represented by Slade were still a little worried, but after seeing someone drink half a glass of wine, there was nothing unusual.

However, when they saw the cups these people took out, they had strange shapes. Although they knew that they had no choice, Ning Zhiyuan still couldn't help but want to laugh.

Although there are 700 ml bottles of Chivas, there are too many people who want to taste them. In a blink of an eye, the bottle was empty, and everyone got only a little.

"Mr. Prophet. Thank you for your wine, but I want to ask, do you own your own spaceship?" Slade, who had finished drinking, said seriously, suppressing his greed.

"Spaceship? Yes, otherwise how do you think I came to this planet?" Ning Zhiyuan, who was trying to talk apart, was so misleading these guys, said with a smile.

"Who doesn't know if Mr. Prophet, besides doing these businesses, does it also do the business of interstellar immigration?" Slade was excited and nervous in his heart. Then he asked.

This question instantly attracted the attention of all survivors present. Even the whiskey that was originally lingering aftertaste became less important.

It is not difficult to understand. Although it is lucky to survive the interstellar immigration crash, whoever wants to continue living here as long as there is a little hope.

For these survivors, as long as they can get out of this "prison", even if their future lives may not improve much, it will be better than continuing like this.

"Interstellar immigration business? Why not? Why? Do you want to immigrate?" Ning Zhiyuan, who shrugged, leaned on the uncomfortable chair and said with a smile.

"Really?!" After getting this coveted answer, not only Slade looked excited and ecstatic, but also the survivors next to him were the same.

"Of course it's true. But you also know that the cost of interstellar immigration is very high, so..." Ning Zhiyuan poured cold water on his face as he felt the excitement of these people in front of him.

And this basin of cold water has indeed calmed down the warm atmosphere in the hall. Think about it, how can I immigrate if I don’t have money?

"Mr. Prophet. Although we don't have money, aren't you doing other business? We can trade other things." Slade, who was a little anxious, said quickly.

“Yes, we can trade other ones.”

“I can make money by working.”

"So can I!"

"As long as I can leave this ghost place, I can do anything!"

"Yes, so can I!"

...

Listening to the echoes from other survivors, Ning Zhiyuan could clearly feel the urgent emotion from the heart even if he did not activate his supernatural powers.

At this time, someone probably had already spread the news. I saw the old woman who was probably a very status in the original plot and walked out of the crowd.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm very happy to see you." Ning Zhiyuan, who was doing the whole show, quickly stood up, bent down very gentlemanly, and gave a meeting ceremony.

Of course, if the person who came out was a beautiful girl, Ning Zhiyuan would naturally not be stingy with a kiss or even a veneer gift that would bring the two closer together.

"Hello, Mr. Prophet, I have learned from my companions about your purpose. I want to confirm that you can really do it?"

In the end, it was an existence that was highly respected by all survivors. The old woman's appearance was indeed quite extraordinary, and the whole hall suddenly became quiet.

"Ms., please rest assured that for a businessman, credit is life. Since I say it, I can do it. Of course, I can understand your doubts."

"So, I can also provide a sample for the immigration business." Ning Zhiyuan, who sat down again, smiled and raised a finger and said.

"Sample?" The old woman who heard that interstellar immigration business could also provide samples, then she quickly understood the meaning of this sentence when she thought about it.

"That's right, it's just what the lady thinks. You can choose someone and experience the immigration process yourself. In this way, there will be no more questions, right?"

Ning Zhiyuan, who had already thought about how to place these survivors, said the answer that everyone urgently knew in the eyes that also understood the meaning of the sample one after another.

The old woman, who was originally worried about whether she would be happy this time or was too risky, was stunned for a moment when faced with such an answer.

The male survivors who were present before and the female survivors who rushed over later heard the news were all excited because of such answers.

There is no way. Although this garbage planet is far away from war and other troubles and has always seemed very safe, its climate and environment are too harsh.

In addition, it would be fine if you didn’t see hope before, but now there is such a big hope in front of you. What’s the difference between having such a big hope in front of you and suddenly encountering a clear spring after being thirsty in the desert for a long time?

So, seeing the old woman stunned and didn't know what she was thinking, the originally quiet hall immediately became a lot of discussion and a little out of control.

"Quiet! Quiet! Everyone, quiet!" The old woman, who was called back by the noise around her, quickly stood up and stretched out her hands and pressed downwards.

And this time, because everyone was concerned about the most, the atmosphere on the scene was not as easy to control as it was at the beginning, but it took some time to calm down.

Seeing that she had regained control of the situation, the old woman knew that this time the matter was important and could not be compared with those small things in normal times.

I can control it for a while, but I can't control it for a lifetime. So, before everyone was lost because of the sudden arrival of hope, I quickly said:
Chapter completed!