Chapter 20 Wandering Plot_1

Smuggling national resources is an absolute ticket to a long-stint in prison, at the very least a decade-long sentence, and that's if the quantity was small and the circumstances not too severe.

If someone smuggled an Earth mineral resource, how many years would that warrant?

I'm afraid even Luo Xiang, with all his might and stripped of hair from pulling his head too much, could barely reduce Logic's sentence by ninety percent.

That's a mere 108,999 years, that's all!

Hmph~

Just put it on my tab!

I'm the king of defaulters!

Logic was dead serious at this moment, because he remembered a video from a blogger he saw in his previous life, which gave him an incredibly bold idea.

That was.

To go to the world of The Wandering Earth.

To collect trash.

To collect a piece of trash called Earth.

Indeed, this trash was somewhat big…

Logic pondered for a moment and then turned his head to look at Pan Han, who was still taking pleasure in the misfortune of others, yet he still respected the new boss of the ETO organization, Logic.

Whether it was artificial intelligence technology.

Or those unparalleled contemporary mathematical achievements.

Or the Steel Battle Armor Technology.

Or the Ark Reactor that symbolized an almost endless energy source.

As a tech guy, Pan Han respected him from the bottom of his heart, even holding a faint sense of reverence towards Logic, as if he were a deity.

He reveled in schadenfreude.

In fact, he only saw that Logic wasn't perfect, that he too could make mistakes, which eased Pan Han's mind and gave him the confidence to jest.

Turns out you're human, not a god, with things you don't understand!

He was still relaxed at the moment, not at all worried about Logic's debts. In his view, Logic could just give up on establishing the Third Red Coast Base and, relying on his science and technology and supported by the vast patents and funds of ETO, could earn a fortune just by lying down for a year.

Alas.

Such is the troubled life of a landlord owning several buildings!

However, the words Logic said next, made Pan Han's head buzz, and he was struck dumb; he heard his boss Logic seemingly speak to him, though it was as if he was talking to himself.

"This base is still a bit small, it'd be great if all seven billion people on Earth could fit into it..."

Gulp.

Are you kidding me!

To accommodate the seven billion people of Earth…

Pan Han consoled himself, thinking his boss was just feeling a sudden surge of pressure and having some bizarre, wild thoughts.

Understandable, understandable, after all, bright minds often have unique ideas.

But the words that Logic said next.

Completely shattered his illusions.

It was the conversation between Logic and the artificial intelligence butler 108.

"I remember that Earth's radius is 6,371 kilometers, and humanity lives only on the surface, at most ten kilometers underground. Such a small usable area..."

A pale blue projection of the planet appeared in front of Logic, which was Earth itself.

As beams of light came on.

Like the cities in the dark, lighting up one by one.

That was the home of Earthlings!

Logic looked around and noticed that the areas inhabited by humans on Earth were not extensive. If we discount the sparsely populated areas and not calculate them, humanity's occupation of Earth's surface was less than one-thousandth.

Too little!

Logic raised an eyebrow, growing more convinced by the blogger's words, taking Earth on a wandering adventure was like Little Cai playing basketball and bringing his parents, siblings, wife, children, two aunts, three uncles, four cousins, five aunts, and six grandpas along.

That game could last two and a half years!

What a waste of resources!

Of course, Logic most definitely wasn't thinking about flipping Earth as his stance.

You see, yours truly isn't some sort of wall-facing ascetic now!

So, he raised his head and asked 108, "108, what do you think is the necessary amount of room for a person's activities?"

"Sir, that is a profound question. If you're bringing this up, I can't help but quote Confucius, 'My hometown is in that village, in that village...'"

"Stop!"

Logic's face was streaked with black lines, "How could Confucius possibly have said something like that? You must be mistaken! Where did you find this?"

"Jinjiang Net 'Great Confucius! Use more strength!'"

Oh, it turns out to be a fujoshi.

He took a deep breath, calming his emotions. 108's intelligence level wasn't very high; it might be competent with simple communication, but once it came to philosophy, there were some issues.

How much space does a person's room really need for activities?

No one can explain.

No one can be sure.

But there was someone who could!

Logic switched to a different line of inquiry, "108, check the smallest type of apartment in the new developments in Capital City!"

How big does a home for one really need to be?

The capitalists will give you the answer.

"Sir, the smallest apartment size currently in Capital City is 19 square meters."

19???

Logic's mouth twitched, most people's homes are ninety square meters, even the most ruthless single-person room is forty-five square meters.

He had thought that forty-five was already invincible, yet he hadn't expected that there'd be capitalists even braver.

Straight down to nineteen square!

Harsh!

Hang them out as streetlights.

Every single one of them!

While Logic criticized these ruthless capitalists, he pondered seriously, "108, if we remove the furniture and living room and only leave the bathroom and kitchen, would the required space be even smaller?"

We're talking about the Wandering Earth.

What's the need for furniture or a living room?

A bathroom and kitchen should suffice, no wait, even the bathroom is unnecessary, just go straight for the toilet. No need for a kitchen either, just distribute food per capita.

Straight up a bed!

Taking up no more than four square meters.

Brilliant!

"Sir…"

"You really are a supremely qualified capitalist!"

In the face of 108's silent praise, Logic's expression remained unchanged, "What I'm proposing is precise allocation, precise differentiation. Having food and a place to sleep, isn't that good?"

One might as well squeeze the living space a little and then plant some vegetables, breed some animals. Isn't it better than gnawing on earthworms?

"Cough... let me be more generous, giving one person a five-square-meter home. With this calculation, seven billion people would amount to nearly fifty thousand square kilometers..."

"Allocating two hundred chickens, fifty pigs, and five thousand kilos of grain to each person, plus the mass of humanity, almost six hundred billion tons—that's roughly one trillionth of Earth's total mass..."

"With so many planetary engines, it'll take five thousand years to get Earth to Alpha Centauri, but if it's just the land, it might get there in just a few years..."

The more Logic calculated, the more excited he became; he found his plan to buy out the Wandering Earth to be simply fantastic!

Have the people of the Wandering Earth sell the planet to him; all they need to do is take the land and run, leaving the rest of the resources for Logic.

This wealth...

My god!

Wandering Earth X.

Wandering Land √√√.