Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

Why did a ball suddenly appear?!

He almost misheard it as "chieftain"!

"What's so surprising about that? It's very simple and real."

Zhou Yuan handed over a pack of tissues, glanced at Fang Jing, and said nonchalantly:

"How down-to-earth! The highest-ranking official in charge of Mars' development affairs—isn't that the Mars Mars President?!"

"Is the naming process always this simple and crude?"

Fang Jing coughed twice. He had to admit that the title "Captain of the Ball" was rather... "domineering".

"What's the problem? There's still the river chief, isn't there?"

Taking a big gulp, Zhou Yuan thought the name was quite good, simple and clear.

Fang Jing was speechless.

Thinking about it that way, it makes a lot of sense.

Good, good, good, Mr. Sun Quanjun.

Anyone who hears this name would be stunned for a couple of seconds.

"Originally, there was a Star Lord, or Mars could simply become the Province of Fireflies."

Zhou Yuan shook his head and explained:

"The higher-ups don't like the word 'master,' but we still need to use it to save space, so we can't afford to get confused again. We'll just call it 'ball chief' for now."

"But then again."

After a pause, Zhou Yuan chuckled and continued:

"My cousin's family is preparing to move to Mars completely."

"What?"

Fang Jing has been traveling and enjoying himself in the Nine Provinces World for the past few months, so he doesn't really know much about the situation on Mars.

"Why?!"

Zhou Yuan chuckled lightly:

"They immediately allocated land, and the first batch of houses built received a 2% discount—that's a huge cut! The local government is practically subsidizing the projects!"

"Work assignments, free basic medical care, and a basic food ration."

"Having a child also earns you contribution points, education is free, there are contribution point subsidies for raising children until they reach adulthood, food subsidies, toy subsidies, extended leave subsidies, and a 4-hour workday for parents until their child enters junior high school..."

"You'll still get your salary, damn it!"

Zhou Yuan counted them carefully on his fingers, then suddenly looked up and solemnly said:

"I feel like I need to go to Mars and get some land too."

"Damn, with such great conditions, it would be an injustice not to go!"

Mars,

A land of dreams!!!

Mr. Zhu: With productivity so advanced, why would I be greedy for that little bit of manpower?

Are human workers faster than intelligent robots?

Energy is virtually limitless; consider fusion-based rock-burning power generation. Minerals are plentiful; the entire solar system is my ranch. Mining workers? If it weren't for the fear of too many people losing their jobs, who would need human labor?

If it weren't for the fear of turning everyone into useless individuals, this welfare program would be even more outrageous!

There are benefits, but at the same time, we also need to motivate people not to become useless.

As long as I don't starve, that's fine. As for a better life, I can only strive for it through hard work and studying!

Oh, and by the way, increase the population figure for me.

Just give birth and that's it.

As for education, Mr. Zhu has already prepared a complete education plan.

Multiple parallel universe education experts held meetings for six months in a row.

The interstellar era education syllabus has been discussed for half a year.

It's not a problem that your parents in the Earth era were useless; the country has taken care of them, so they don't need that little bit of energy.

However, your child will definitely be raised to be a well-rounded, all-around well-rounded individual with moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor skills!

Chapter 244 hit the mark!

This universe, the earth.

A coastal city.

A blatantly offensive advertisement is displayed on a massive skyscraper.

"Come to Mars, and get a piece of land with just one click!"

"Travel expenses covered, a new life awaits you!"

Mars, your new home!

"..."

Imagine the deep male voice in the old Platinum Gold commercials, accompanied by these outrageous advertising slogans.

That effect,

The pedestrians hurrying along below the skyscrapers, heads down and quickening their pace, were probably too embarrassed to lift their heads after hearing the advertisement.

To be honest, it is quite attractive, but couldn't you have hired a better advertiser?

How embarrassing!!!

Well, as embarrassing as it may be...

Registration should continue.

After all, the conditions on Mars are so appealing; who wouldn't be tempted by them?

I wish I could sprout wings and fly up there!

"The first batch of one million residents has been recruited. Only enough toilets and showers have been provided on the Martian plains. Government and various public service facilities have been completed..."

Looking at the advertisements on his phone, in his dormitory at Mouhai University.

A big question mark appeared on Zhang Tao's face.

No, what's with only providing enough toilets and showers?

Does this prove that the city's sewer system has been repaired?

Where will that person live after moving there? They won't be sleeping on the floor, will they?!

That's a population of one million! Isn't this arrangement a bit hasty?

"Does that mean we'll have to sleep in a tent for the first night and make do for now?"

"It's even worse than living in a tent, Lao Zhang. Why don't you just not sign up? That way I'll have one less competitor."

His roommate on the upper bunk, upon hearing his complaint, immediately looked down at him.

"piss off!"

Zhang Tao retorted, his hands still busy, constantly scrolling through the newly established Mars government website.

"Hey, the notice didn't say where we'll stay when we get there!"

"Don't bother looking anymore, it's in the immigration instructions, page 6."

At this point, another roommate finally couldn't stand it anymore, and replied while holding her laptop, muttering:

"You guys should all turn on your hotspots! The campus network will be so slow you'll be dying. This school's crappy equipment hasn't even been replaced yet!"

"understand!"

Zhang Tao gave an OK sign and immediately opened the immigration instruction manual, turning to page 6.

really!

Upon closer inspection, Zhang Tao began to read silently.

"The population will be relocated by ferry, arriving on Mars in batches, and will rest in place until they select a housing area and type!"

"He's really lying on the ground!!!"

Zhang Tao was stunned.

I didn't expect it to be so simple and straightforward; I could just lie down on the ground and sleep.

"Alright, Lao Zhang, you'd better take a closer look at the procedures."

On the top bunk, Zhang Tao's roommate couldn't stand it anymore and muttered:

"Don't you even look closely? So what if you're sleeping on the floor? During the immigration period, the artificial sun will continuously shine on the First City, keeping the temperature around it constant at 23°C for a whole year. There are no bugs on Mars, so sleeping wrapped in a blanket is more comfortable than on Earth!"