I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Alien.

Extraterrestrial civilization.

These two terms were quite strange to most people a month ago. However, just in a month’s time, these two terms had created fear by most people.

More than a week ago, rumors about extraterrestrial civilization swept across the entire Internet, and debate was ignited with the intentionally stirring of Celestial Trade and Future Group.

The T virus and the X2 bacteria had already plagued the nerves of modern people. Under the current circumstance with news of extraterrestrial civilization spreading prolifically, this immediately caused shock around the world.

Interestingly, it was obvious to those who were aware that the messages were disclosed in an “ordered” fashion.

At the beginning, only “informed people” revealed that the Outer Space Security Summit was a defensive nature summit against extraterrestrial civilizations.

Then, a country’s official who asked not to be named stated that the spacecraft of extraterrestrial civilization is on the way to Earth and has crossed the distance of several light years. The government was discussing the use of 5% of GDP for the construction of a space colonization ship.

The signs of escapism ignited panic in those who were concerned. Peasants were not stupid, no matter how big the colonization ship was, they certainly would not have a chance to obtain a ticket.

Either everyone would live together, or we would go down together.

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Such arguments seemed to be contrary to universal values, but most people living at the bottom were well aware that this was their only hope of living. Maybe they wouldn’t see the day, but they must consider the future of their offspring.

There were protests at unprecedented scale worldwide. The defiance against class was at a level unseen before. Even Xin faced the same issue.

Take the UA as an example.

After the disclosure of extraterrestrial civilization, the Capitol was busy extinguishing the fire, and the Wall Street tycoons completely tore off the disguise on their faces.

The Morgan Foundation and the Rockefeller consortium jointly established a number of non-public funds named Noah’s Ark and Columbus and set a minimum buy-in amount of ten million dollars.

The fund would be used to build an space colonization ship capable of leaving the solar system. Each share of the fund corresponded to a “ticket”, and each ten-share corresponds to a VIP ticket.

However, there was no impenetrable wall in this world.

Once the fund was disclosed, it caused an uproar.

A congressman condemned the fund in the Congress and proposed legislation to ban the existence of such a fund, but the next day he was kicked out of his party. On the third day, he turned into a hero for the civilians, as he stood on the streets to protest, and surrounded the Capitol.

Then on the fifth day, the brave member was found to have “suicided” in his home.

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On the sixth day, his portrait appeared in the parade that occupied Wall Street. The demonstrators clashed with the anti-riot police, the explosion-proof shield and tear gas made the scene extremely chaotic…

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In addition to the controversial Noah’s Ark fund, Silicon Valley also created a number of terrestrial planetary exploration companies that seek investor funding by searching for terrestrial planets in hundreds of millions of galaxies and developing colonization programs.

In addition to the dispute between escapism and anti-escapism, many strange rhetorics were also born.

Such as capitulation.

Just as everyone was frightened by the space colonization ship of the extraterrestrial civilization, Greenpeace made a statement. This organization, which flaunts love and peace, declared that extraterrestrial civilization may be coming for peaceful purposes, and that their purpose of aggression is only arrogance and prejudice of humans.

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They also claimed that rashly taking military action would only provoke a war between two civilizations and warn “some people” not to make the wrong choice.

The organization also used its global influence and organized two large-scale demonstrations in Xin. Both demonstrations were suppressed by police drones. They were not convinced as they turned their attention to the space elevator and created the movement to occupy the space elevator.

Soon, they paid the price for their stupidity.

Celestial Trade was not as nice as the Xin government. The Special Operations Brigade stationed at the base station directly captured all the demonstrators, and the courts completed the trial at lightning speed. They were not given an opportunity to appeal and tossed into prison immediately.

The thunderous reaction of Celestial Trade finally cooled some people’s irrational brains down and learned who was the true owner of the country.

However, the intensive measures are not without side effects. In the past two weeks, the situation in Xin was unsettled, and it even forced the presidential palace to issue documents and tighten the issuance of tourist visas.

Of course, for the colonists on Mars, these things that happened on Earth have nothing to do with them. Perhaps when they call their loved ones, they could reveal snippets of the demonstration, but now, alien was still a strange term to them.

Or, a disturbing term.

After returning to the colony, in just one day, Askim’s big mouth immediately let everyone know about the abnormality discovered at Mine 071. Now the entire colony knew that there may be buried Martians under their feet, and the atmosphere in the colonial chamber suddenly became strange.

Just as Hong Zewei, the captain of the colony, had a headache about how to write this report, the Xin president Zhang Yaping had already ended his visit to Hua and departed for Russia.

Negotiations in Hua were not smooth sailing, but driven by common threats and visible benefits, the two sides reached agreement on the core issues and established the basic framework for the Outer Space Defense Alliance.

Russian President Putin personally greeted him at the Moscow International Airport. With the escort of the Russian Security Service, the convoy of the two presidents headed to Kremlin.

Sitting across from Putin, Zhang Yaping watched the streets of Moscow, and his eyes swept over an armored vehicle.

“Did something happen recently?”

“A lot of things have happened. It depends on what you mean,” Putin smiled and replied in English.

“Things that need to be fixed by armored vehicles?” Zhang Yaping asked in a nonchalant tone.

Putin grinned and then looked expressionless out the window. Zhang Yaping followed his line of sight. It was a temporary post built on the street. The soldiers on duty were looking at the convoy and saluting.

“Just three days ago, some people tried to persuade me to leave a path for the Slavs.”

Zhang Yaping raised an eyebrow.

Before he came, he did some homework and learned about the financial oligarchy and ruthless politicians in Russia.

It was also his biggest concern. If the Russian elites preferred escapism, then the negotiation was destined to fail.

“Oh? How did you answer?”

Until the soldier disappeared from his field of vision, Putin looked to Zhang Yapin and answered without much emotion.

“I told them whether it was Napoleon, Hitler, or Aliens.”

“The Kremlin is in Moscow, and the Slavs won’t go anywhere.”

“In the past, now, and in the future too.”

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