It was the former Newton who said that it was time to deal with his hundreds of thousands of justice points, and it was impossible to smooth things out.
"It’s a pity that there is no such good platform to develop on its own."
He feels most sorry that this platform is divorced from thinking, and he knows that the destination may be several light years away. It is impossible for this platform of the Alliance of the Rightists to be laid there according to time and distance.
When he logged on to the alliance platform and was about to deal with those justice points, he wanted to donate it to several optimistic younger generations, and a message came to his mind.
"If your justice score exceeds 100,000 points, you can choose to redeem it. It takes 100,000 points to redeem the overtime communication module. Do you want to redeem it?"
"Well, is this what the orientals say?" He felt a little surprised.
Then he came here for nothing. It seems that this is an alliance platform that has just been upgraded for itself.
After all, you must know that you are communicating with others.
For a moment, he was a little gloomy, and his mind suddenly perked up.
The real power of this platform, he knows very well that people need money, money, wisdom and wisdom, thighs with thighs or thick legs.
He quickly exchanged 100,000 points for this "overtime communication module", and instantly he felt that something was more in his mind and then disappeared.
Then he logged into the advanced communication channel to send messages to those friends.
"I’m sorry, sir Newton, but we may have to keep in touch with each other …"
Chapter one thousand and ten Maxwell’s diary
Three days later, Mount Everest.
The piercing cold wind blew over the summit, and some green or red mountaineering duvets were faintly covered with snow on the road leading to the summit.
Those are the remains of climbers.
All this shows the hardships and dangers of the pioneers.
The shadowy summit has attracted many people.
They are different in age, old and young, but they are mostly young people.
Maxwell is one of the few old people-no one seems to be surprised.
It is not difficult for him to join this team. After all, there is the support of the whole human race behind him, so undercover is the number one since ancient times.
The cold wind howled, but the crowd was silent.
"According to the agreement, everyone should first give themselves a code name. From today, we will completely abandon the past and move towards a new future for mankind." Finally, there is a population road.
This man is very young, and there are about twenty-four or five things that still have the flavor of his schooldays.
He is not tall and looks very ordinary. No one would have thought that such a person turned out to be the leader of the migrants.
"What are the rules for code names?" Someone asked
"Our journey is a sea of stars. Let’s take the shape of the most famous navigator in human history," the young man said lightly.
"Oh, I think of an excellent code name. This code name can only be owned by a leader." A middle-aged man with a dark face complimented.
"What code name?" Some young people asked curiously.
Others have a little interest, and it is always better to have some relief before the unknown, which can make them spend the coming time more easily.
"Zheng He …" The flatterer said seriously.
The plain young man has no expression on his face.
Others looked at each other.
He is puzzled, but everything will be revealed soon.
