"Your Excellency Viscount Bart, it is a pleasure to meet you!" Yang Bo, disguised as Viscount Bart, met the waiting Alliance civilian spaceship somewhere in the starry sky.
The owner of the Alliance's Horn Law Firm had personally come to receive them with his people. The man's face practically split from smiling when he saw Bart.
"Mister Horn, I'm also very pleased to meet you." There was a liaison transport ship between the battleship and the spaceship.
"This is a small gift from me. I hope we'll have more opportunities to work together in the future." Horn, the owner of Horn Law Firm, was a balding, slightly overweight Black man. He presented Yang Bo with a gift.
"Thank you for the gift. Let's get to work!" Yang Bo nodded.
This time, the fleet's personnel would be reduced by eighty percent.
It had to be said that the Alliance was truly skilled at promoting freedom.
Even Yang Bo believed that, relatively speaking, the Alliance of the Three Nations did much better than the other two countries.
The Alliance's privileged class was not as openly blatant as those of the Empire and the Federation.
The Federation's privileged class also suffered plenty of downfalls. Once something happened and was exposed, other powerful figures would easily kick them while they were down.
"Good!!" Horn loved hearing that.
There were more than thirty thousand people this time. One-third were investment immigrants, while the rest used other means.
The Alliance's immigration policies varied somewhat depending on the circumstances of each planet.
As lawyers, they would create precise plans according to each client's situation.
Moreover, these lawyers had powerful networks. Their teachers might be in the Judicial Department or Immigration Bureau, while countless classmates and senior schoolmates held other positions.
The immigrants aboard Bart's battleships would be