"Song... are you sure this decision is a good one?" Inside the embassy, Song Zaiyi was rapidly reviewing the policy details his team had prepared before a mountain of documents. His pen flew across the pages, making revisions and underlining passages. When he heard the question, he did not even look up and merely said in a low voice, "What are you referring to, William?"
The person questioning Song Zaiyi was a blue-eyed, blond-haired white man. Even more surprisingly, half of those helping Song Zaiyi organize the documents were foreigners!
"You know what I'm talking about, Song..." William, the middle-aged man, frowned. "A seventy percent acceptance rate for Central China—isn't that a little too outrageous? If you publish this openly, your popularity in your own country will plummet!"
"But it'll give the people of Central China who want to support me a basic sense of confidence!" Song Zaiyi set down his pen and shook his somewhat tired hand. "For everyone in the world right now, the most important thing is being able to enter the 'Star Sea.' That's also the policy most capable of making them believe in me. As for the benefits after entering, they're all things that can be seen but not touched. People aren't fools. Naturally, they know which option benefits them most." After a pause, he continued, "As for our domestic situation, our country has fewer than thirty million people, and many also want to go to other cities. After that division, fewer than ten million will probably choose Third City. Even if seventy percent of them go to Central China, based on the population ratio, the proportion allocated to the Cosmos Country will still be better than Central China's."
"That's not how you calculate it, Song!" William said anxiously. "By saying this publicly, you'll make