Black Moonlight's vest fell again

The door of the conference room was pushed open from behind.

"You are right. Up to now, Sally can only be Sally, and must be Sally."

An old voice came.

"Chairman!!!" Greetings came one after another.

When the director saw the chairman, he felt amnesty: "Chairman, can we confirm Sally's identity?"

The chairman just walked into the meeting room, and behind him...

Several people with austere demeanor also walked in.

This is, these people are...

The director's pupils dilated!

"The director of the household registration department, the director of the immigration center, and the director of the military starship entry and exit administration." The chairman introduced lightly.

People from the entire chain of interests related to illegal immigration have come.

The director understands, but the people around him don't understand.

The director patted the back of his head and whispered something:
"Now, almost all human beings are staring at this matter, and a meeting is imminent. These people don't want the big leaders to know about the loopholes in their work, so they must maintain stability at all costs!"

"One thing went wrong, as long as enough heavyweights are involved in this matter..."

"It's going to--let it go."

Several parties took out their optical brains at the same time, and the huge gears in the calm water began to rotate.

It only takes a few minutes.

The machine spits out a small card.

With a "click", it fell on the table.

The little identity card that imprisoned tens of thousands of people in the garbage star, the little card that determines the fate of the humble ants.

It was so easy, light, and child's play, and within a few minutes, it was resolved.

……

The speed of the spaceship's roll finally slowed down.

After an ultra-long parabola, the small spaceship without a butt finally stabilized, with only a few bumps left.

Sally let out a long breath, tired and weak.

Young, weak, and pitiful.

Her red hair has been messed up like a hen's coop, revealing the unevenly dyed brown at the roots, and a few strands of brown hair that haven't been dyed red.

She saw it in the mirror, and her complexion changed drastically.

Sally quickly pushed her hair down to hide the brown marks.

"Don't press it." Rong Zhi casually threw a bombshell, "Believe it or not, at this moment, whether you are Sally or not, you must be Sally."

Sally understood in seconds, and instantly turned pale.

"You..." She gritted her teeth and held her breath, "I don't understand what you said."

Rong Zhi sneered.

"It's okay if you don't understand."

Sally stared at the vast universe in the distance.In an instant, most of the joy of surviving the disaster in my heart dropped, and my back was covered in cold sweat!
Illegal immigration, confiscation of origin.

To go back is to die.

People with rubbish stars, their lives are as cheap as worthless.The woman of the garbage star is even at the bottom of the grass.If she was turned back to the garbage star, the officer on the garbage star would gladly shoot her to warn future generations.

After thinking about it, Sally still trembled and said, "Why?"

"Because of politics." Rong Zhi smiled unhurriedly, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

Politics is too far away from Sally, she just needs to eat and drink enough.Sally couldn't figure it out, so she simply didn't think about it. After all, everything this mysterious girl said she could do was finally proven feasible.

Is she really going to be Sally from now on——

In Sally's heart, an unbelievable desire slowly rose——

This joy of freedom is even more powerful than the joy of life.

Joy, unbelievable.

From now on, can I really get rid of the original sin of "reincarnated on a garbage star" forever?

In this way, the desire of tens of thousands of low-end people in Junk Star has been fulfilled?

Sally's face became more and more trembling, and her smile grew bigger and bigger.

She felt it was true.

She really got the thigh hug right this time.

Where is the golden thigh——

This is the eight-star and eight-sword super pure high-level rare diamond thigh!

Don’t need ninety-nine thousand eighty-eight, just nine yuan and eight, and you can take home eight stars, eight swords, super pure, advanced and rare diamond thighs for nine yuan!
The boss is right.Sally thought blankly.If you vomited just now, you will indeed be covered with vomit.

At this moment, Sally was covered with her own tears.

The audience in the live broadcast room was as excited as the Chinese New Year.

"Ah, ah, ah, it's really come true! They really escaped!"

"The gold medal reporter shed tears of excitement! Today! History belongs to reporter Sally!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"They...they broke the 11X record!"

"Is she really 11X?"

This post guessed that Rong Zhi was 11X's barrage, and within a second, it received over [-] likes!

Another barrage of [-] plus is:

"Boss, report your name!"

Rong Zhi tilted his head, glanced at the barrage, and said, "I'm 11X."

Barrage: "..." Here you go again.

Rong Zhi tilted her head and thought about it.

"I'm Xiu'er. Xiu, the show of Tihua."

Barrage: "..." Don't think that we don't understand ancient stalks without reading ancient novels, hey!
Rong Zhi frowned and scratched her head: "Okay, my name is..."

"Rong Zhi."

The barrage actually exploded!
"Rong Zhi? Hahahaha you are Rong Zhi, one of the four beauties of the ancient earth? Hahahaha!"

Rong Zhi: "?"

Rong Zhi looked at the barrage and fell silent strangely.

A row of question marks slowly appeared above his head.

"What is one of the four beauties of the ancient earth, please explain." Rong Zhi asked the audience in the live broadcast room sincerely, "I have been imprisoned for a long time, out of date."

"Xia Zhengrong, the richest businessman on the ancient earth, wrote a memoir before he died, which recorded a young woman named 'Rong Zhi'. From the time he was 20, until his death, he always thought about this woman—"

"Hahaha Xia Zhengrong's memoirs, licking the dog's self-narration."

"In a five-hundred-page book, 450 pages are all about that woman named Rong Zhi."

"Oh, but Xia Zhengrong is also an infatuated person. He has never been married all his life and has been waiting for this woman—have you seen the collection of Xia Zhengrong's green tweets? The last green tweet he posted on the day he died, Just a few words 'waiting for you to go home'."

"This Rong Zhi is not a Mary Su. Xia Zhengrong himself said that Rong Zhi is a great scientist, and most of the wealth of his technological empire comes from Rong Zhi's achievements."

"I've seen it. Xia Zhengrong has clarified more than once that the richest man is not him, but this Rong Zhi. Xia Zhengrong is just helping Rong Zhi take over."

"Some people speculate that Rong Zhi had a relationship with the famous ancient musician Jiang Yun, because in Xia Zhengrong's memoirs, the musician was extremely belittled, and the sour taste was simply sour."

"I'm a fan of Jiang Yun, woo woo woo our brother is a musical genius, he became a martyr at a young age."

"Even if Jiang Yun doesn't become a martyr, she won't continue her music career. Didn't he announce that he will go home and lie down and be raised by his wife?"

The silver-gray second-hand laptop placed on the bridge Jiang Yun: "???"

Jiang Yun: I'm not, I don't, you guys are talking nonsense!
Rong Zhi watched as the notebook in front of him turned red and green, green turned blue, blue turned purple, and finally turned into a series of marquees.

She reached out to touch the notebook: "I support you."

She leaned down and said in a low voice: "After I get your body back, you will wait for me obediently at home. When I come home every day, you can pose in various poses, okay?"

posing?
What pose?
Posing at home?

It really makes, no, makes the notebook think...

Under Rong Zhi's men, the dilapidated notebook turned red little by little, and finally burst into red light.