After breakfast the next day, Juan walked into the office of the webmaster of the Kaifeng Station.

"Soma, I have thought about it and decided to immigrate to this planet."

"Ah ha, a wise choice," Soma stood up from behind the desk excitedly, "From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were a smart person and would definitely make the right choice."

Soma invited Juan to sit down on the sofa in the office.

"Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, thank you."

"Yaling, two cappuccinos."

The elf supervisor of the service center whom Juan had met before came in with two cups of coffee like a servant. After placing them in front of the two humans, he walked out respectfully.

"Juan, now let me introduce you to the immigration procedures."

While sending relevant information to Juan's brain chip, Soma introduced:

"There are currently three types of immigration methods. The first type is relative immigration. You don't need to think about this. I know very well that there are no direct relatives of yours on this planet.

"The second category is humanitarian immigration, which is the most convenient way of immigration.

"As long as you provide evidence of persecution on your original planet, which is the main planet, I can handle it for you quickly."

Soma stopped to drink coffee and wait for Juan's answer.

Juan hesitated, not knowing where to start.

He felt that he had been persecuted all the time in his life, but to be honest, it didn't seem to be a big deal, after all, most of the people around him lived the same life.

"Well, well, I suspect that the government has been monitoring my communications and checking my brain chip records for no reason without my consent."

"Oh no, no, no, this is not persecution, this is routine operation."

"But the law has given us democracy and freedom. I feel that based on this, I have absolute ownership of my brain chip. No one can operate my brain chip without my knowledge and permission."

"You think too much, this reason won't work."

"Why not? They broke the law, and if you think what they did was right, that means the law was wrong. Can the law be wrong?"

"Of course the law cannot be wrong. The law is absolutely correct, but their approach is also correct. This can be explained by a double paradox."

"Double paradox?"

"Yes, the double paradox. To put it simply, although humans are social animals, they are not completely social. Therefore, the need for diversity is actually inherent in human nature, making society and individuals two things that must not be neglected.

Orientation. Individuals are not born for society and have diverse appeals for multiple values, but individuals cannot do without the self-meaning given by social organizations."

"I'm sorry, I understand every word you say, but when you put them all together they confuse me."

"Let's put it this way, stable happiness and turbulent freedom, you understand."

"I seem to understand a little bit."

"Okay, let's not get hung up on this metaphysical stuff, let's be more practical.

"Tell me, have you ever been persecuted on the main star?"

"If the previous ones don't count, there seems to be nothing else worth talking about."

"Well, it seems that this road will not work." Soma took a sip of coffee and cheered up, "But there are other immigration methods. Let's look at the third category, professional immigration."

Juan rested his arms on his knees and listened attentively.

“Employment-based immigration allows any qualified talent that is in short supply in the labor market to immigrate under the conditions of skilled or special talent.

“This category also includes three subcategories: skilled workers, special immigrants and investment immigrants.”

Juan thought he might be able to be a worker.

But Soma regretfully told him: "The beautiful planet has no industry, so there is no need for workers.

"In the past, a businessman came to invest in the construction of a herbivorous dragon breeding farm and slaughterhouse, but it closed down. Now there are no companies recruiting workers."

Juan was a little anxious. He originally thought he could solve his problem through immigration, but it seemed that this road was not easy.

"Then what are special immigrants?" Juan asked expectantly.

"A blind physical therapist, a masseur, or a farmer, an animal or plant aquaculture farmer, do you have any experience in this field?"

"I have been living in the city and my eyesight is not bad."

"Well, actually I also think that none of these are suitable for you.

"By the way, since our laws here allow hunting of wild animals, hunters also belong to a special profession. Your guide Morgan is a hunter, and I gave him a temporary hunting license.

"I heard that you personally killed a gryphon during your inspection. Maybe you can apply for this type of immigration."

"No, the hunt was not successful and it ran away. Well, Morgan is also an immigrant?"

"Yes, he applied for special immigration very early, but his points are not enough yet, mainly because his academic qualifications are a little lower."

"You still want points? Aren't you the one who has the final say on immigration?"

"I have the final say. As the head of the development site, I have been given this power by the government.

"But power cannot be abused, it must be bound within the cage of the system.

“The government has clear regulations on immigration, which are linked to the strict household registration system, and the household registration system is the basis for maintaining the stability of our human alliance.

"Imagine if I abuse my power and recruit immigrants at will, it will inevitably lead to a large number of people coming to me.

"Of course, this is a good thing for the beautiful planet. After all, there is a shortage of people here.

"But this will destroy the alliance's household registration system. As the saying goes, 'A dike thousands of miles away is destroyed by an ant nest.' My loyalty to the government and my sense of responsibility for the cause make me unable to accept any behavior that undermines the system."

"You are an excellent bureaucrat."

"Thank you, I have been the webmaster here for 20 years, and following the rules is my motto.

"Okay, don't talk about me anymore, let's get back to the topic. Do you have any academic qualifications?"

"I have an academic degree, a bachelor's degree, but it's not from a prestigious school, is that okay?"

"That's enough. So, how is your marksmanship?"

Juan awkwardly picked up the coffee cup and responded to Soma's expectations with silence.

"Okay, then only investment immigration is left. This is actually very simple. It can even be said to be the simplest. Do you have the money?"

"How much?"

"One million alliance coins, at least."

Juan picked up the coffee cup again.

He has 1 million alliance coins in the platform, but if he really wants to withdraw it, he will have to go through the platform's commission and pay taxes. It is estimated that he will only get more than 400,000.

Juan's anxiety was palpable.

And it seems that due to Juan's influence, Soma also became anxious, and he kept rubbing his hands.

Then Soma seemed to have made up his mind: "Let's put it this way, as much as you can give, if it's not enough, I'll help you find a way."

Juan was so moved by Soma's enthusiasm that he revealed his financial situation.

"That's it!" Soma slapped his thigh, "You register a media company on Beautiful Planet and use your anchor account as the company's marketing account.

"Then the 1 million alliance coins on the platform can be counted as the media company's investment in the marketing account. There is no need to take it out. Phew, the conditions for investment immigration are met!"

Juan took a long breath, stretched out his hand and held Soma tightly, and the two looked at each other and smiled.


Chapter completed!