"Mr. Thomas is still very responsible, and he and his deputy have done a lot during this time."
Elder Zhou said something indifferently.
Zhang Tianyuan nodded without saying much, but he believed it.
This fits Thomas's character perfectly in the movie.
However, since this involves a major relocation plan, we can only ask Comrade Thomas to make do.
Just as mentioned earlier, it's impossible for him to confirm the wishes of hundreds of thousands of people one by one, let alone confirm whether the reason why these people don't want to leave is from their own hearts.
Perhaps they were misled by rumors spread by unscrupulous media outlets, which is why they believe the apocalypse doesn't exist?
Perhaps they are imprisoned?
Perhaps they were deceived?
Who knows so much...
While the situation in No. 1 Spacetime appears to be settled, the undercurrents beneath the surface have never ceased.
Various forces have been taking action.
The only difference is that the goal has changed from resisting the migration plan to competing for the time to use the Spacetime Tunnel; essentially, it's all about protecting their own interests.
Because the opening of the Spacetime Tunnel every moment represents the transportation of a large amount of supplies, and the amount of supplies that can be sent largely determines the future strength of one's faction in another time and space...
With such a relationship, every faction would love to turn the Spacetime Tunnel into its own private route, transporting supplies to No. 2 Spacetime at all times.
Unfortunately, they couldn't control the Spacetime Tunnel, nor could they do anything to Zhang Tianyuan.
Under such circumstances, the civilians who take up time in the Spacetime Tunnel naturally become a thorn in the side of these people.
If they can't do anything to Zhang Tianyuan, can't they at least try to brainwash these civilians and get them to give up on evacuating on their own?
Wouldn't that free up Spacetime Tunnel space?
There are quite a few groups that share this view, including many that previously supported the relocation plan.
Zhang Tianyuan had anticipated this, and he didn't believe that just because these forces sided with him when choosing sides, they were truly his friends.
Although there was no evidence, he was certain that such things must be widespread. He had seen a lot of secret documents in various time periods and knew that some people and interest groups had no bottom line.
That's why he insisted on the evacuation of everyone earlier.
Furthermore, this requirement was linked to Thomas and the rest of the country.
He even asked Elder Zhou to supervise, and he plans to introduce other timelines for supervision in the future.
Only in this way will Thomas and his interest groups be forced to take action.
Otherwise, no matter how much supplies are transported there, it's useless if they lose their own people and become bachelors.
The film "2012" takes place in the early morning of New Year's Day 2011.
The nationwide relocation plan has officially begun.
Together with Elder Zhou, Zhang Tianyuan announced to the world the opening of the Time-Space Railway and the dual-line Time-Space Line.
The time-space railway is responsible for transportation.
The first batch of people selected from all over the country to migrate had already packed their bags and boarded the trains, which, with the sound of the turning wheels, were continuously heading towards the tunnel entrance.
The spatiotemporal line is responsible for ensuring spatiotemporal communication.
With time-space lines in place, signals between different times and spaces can be transmitted via wired or wireless means.
While it's not as convenient as the internet yet, making phone calls and sending back TV signals is still no problem.
This can be considered the foundation of spatiotemporal interconnection; all that's left is to continue upgrading it.
The opening of the time-travel railway has captivated the entire "2012" timeline; both domestically and in the other 25 countries, everyone is paying close attention to this event.
The last time such a scene occurred was when the end of the world was declared.
In a supply and marketing cooperative by the roadside.
Zhou Tao and Xue Liangping stopped for a rest, used the credit on their electronic cards to buy some late-night snacks, and watched interviews on TV with reporters about passengers on the relocated train while they ate.
Were you selected for the first batch of relocations?
The reporter had barely uttered the words when Xue Liangping felt something was amiss.
The other people resting nearby also felt that something seemed amiss.
The next moment, the people in the supply and marketing cooperative burst into laughter.
After the laughter subsided, many people in the supply and marketing cooperative began discussing the relocation list again.
Although this is only the first batch of relocations, the general relocation list has already been determined, and each household received a notice a month in advance.
"The bus from our district is scheduled to depart in June, but it's still quite far away."
Hey, we're early. In our city, it's usually the next...
"I'm leaving soon, and in a few days I have to go back to the assembly point."
"That's terrible! I haven't seen you in ages! I've been scheduled for November..."
"Isn't there that time-space communication system? I'll call you then."
"Don't be ridiculous. It was just on the news; they only call once a month, and for only half an hour each time. I don't believe you'd call me..."
"Ha ha!!"
For a moment, the entire supply and marketing cooperative was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
After living in fear for more than half a year since the doomsday announcement, the people in China have finally been able to breathe a sigh of relief.
However, compared to China, people in 25 other countries around the world are not in such a good mood.
North America.
As Satnam watched the television broadcast in his cramped living room, the more he watched trains disappear from the Spacetime Tunnel, the more anxious he became.
On the table in front of him were numerous printed documents and an open laptop filled with tables.
His wife, who had followed him across the ocean to North America, was now poring over that pile of documents, flipping through them one by one.
Even his elementary school-aged son was no exception, holding a form in his hands and flipping through it.
The documents in their hands were the previously released relocation lists. They included the estimated relocation time for each region and the number of people to be relocated within that region.
The laptop contained electronic versions of these forms.
The migration lists from their home countries and North America are both on their desks and computers.
" Aparna, have you found her?" Satnam suddenly turned to ask his wife.
The wife stopped what she was doing, propped one hand on the table to support her head, her eyes bloodshot. She shook her head and slowly said, "Didn't find it."
His voice trembled with near despair.
Upon hearing his mother's words, Ajit, the son, also looked up from the form, his expression blank.
Satnam's bloodshot eyes slowly closed, and after a moment he opened them again, saying to his wife and children:
"It's okay, don't be nervous. It's just a work mistake. I can find someone to take care of it, trust me..."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and walked to the side, pondering who he should call.
They are now facing difficulties.
Logically, one of the two lists on the table should contain their names, one for their home country and the other for the country where they work.
However, strangely enough, he couldn't find his family's name on it no matter what he did.
Whether you search for them on printed forms or on websites, their family's name seems to have vanished without a trace.
In other words, neither their home countries nor North America have remembered to include them in the migration list!
His whole family has been left behind!
Satnam didn't dare gamble on what the consequences would be.
Therefore, he must resolve this matter as soon as possible.
After holding his phone and thinking for a long time, Satnam finally called his best friend, his only support in North America.
Adrian.
In times like this, only this friend would help him.
With that in mind, Satnam quickly pressed the dial button.
However, to his surprise, a very familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: Xxs-②
"Hello, this is Adrian. I'm not home right now. You can leave me a message..."
Upon hearing this automated reply, Satnam suddenly remembered.
More than two months ago, Adrian had told himself that his father had been assigned to the first evacuation convoy, and that he would also be leaving with him for a while until his father was settled.
With that thought in mind, Satnam could only hang up the phone helplessly and then search his contacts for other numbers he could call.
Unfortunately, he didn't see anyone who could help him.
Satnam could only call the office responsible for relocation matters, but as always, the call went completely unanswered.
They're not the only ones with issues with the relocation list, or who have objections to the arrangements...
"How about it?"
As soon as Satnam turned around, he saw his wife and children looking at him expectantly.
He could only shake his head.
Satnam's family wasn't the only one facing similar troubles.
With the official launch of the domestic migration plan, a restless and uneasy atmosphere permeated the entire North America continent.
Previously, China was like Sea-Calming Divine Needle in this timeline.
As long as the country exists, other countries and the general public will not panic.
After all, even if the sky falls, there are always tall people to hold it up.
This principle applies worldwide.
Meanwhile, the tall guy in China has already started to "run away," while in North America, apart from releasing a few lists, there has been no movement at all, not a single person has left, and they haven't even managed to secure any time to use the Spacetime Tunnel.
So many people couldn't sit still and took to the streets to protest.
Seeing this chaotic situation, Thomas had no choice but to come out and promise to accelerate the migration of the entire population.
However, he encountered another problem when he returned to his office.
Speed up the process?
With those powerful forces involved, how can he speed things up?
Those powerful forces were only thinking about transporting their own things there, and even went to other countries to secretly take away their tunnel usage time.
How can he possibly implement his plans while surrounded by these insects?
As Thomas pondered this, his gaze fell upon the transoceanic telephone on his desk. He slowly picked it up and dialed Elder Zhou's number...
Almost at the same moment.
Jackson Kruester also received a call from his ex-wife, Kate.
He was startled awake from the sofa, looked at the caller ID on his phone, cleared his throat, and tried to make his hangover symptoms less obvious.
After making all the necessary preparations, Jackson pressed the answer button.
" Kate?"
" Jackson, have you seen the news?"
"News? Ah-yes, I just saw it, it's very exciting news."
As he spoke, Jackson quickly turned around, found the TV remote on the sofa, and pressed the power button several times.
However, Kate's response was even faster than the television started up. "Excited?"
Kate couldn't understand her ex-husband's thought process.
Don't you feel anxious?
"We see absolutely no hope now..."
Jackson shook his head, trying to clear his head, and, displaying the flair of a writer, habitually began spouting platitudes. "It's okay. No matter what difficulties you encounter, don't lose hope; that's the last flame in your heart."
"Flames!?" Kate, on the other end of the line, had absolutely no idea what her ex-husband was talking about.
She suppressed her emotions and continued, "Listen, Jackson. I don't care what you're thinking right now, but I think you should at least care about your children."
"They've already started migrating, but we can't see a single sign of them moving. Aren't you worried they'll die in the flood...?"
At that moment, the television finally turned on.
Jackson glanced at the news headline and immediately understood what his ex-wife had been talking about.
"Are you telling me about the other side officially starting its relocation?"
Kate suddenly yelled in a high-pitched voice, "You're only finding out now?!"
"Ahem..." Jackson touched his nose and then his mouth, unsure of what to say, finally managing to squeeze out, "What do you want me to do?"
"I'm just a writer... well, and a part-time driver. I'm not some guy sitting in Washington giving orders."
Not only did Kate not understand her ex-husband, but Jackson also couldn't understand why Kate had come to him about this.
He was a writer who failed to the extreme.
A man who has to work as a driver to make a living.
Complaining about this to him is useless...
He couldn't possibly cut in line.
Despite her ex-husband's hurtful words, Kate tried her best to remain rational.
She regained her composure and said, word by word:
"I heard your boss is a very wealthy man?"
"Does he have a ticket for the train on the other side?"
Is it possible for us to get on the bus?
She knew a little about her ex-husband, such as that his boss was a big oligarch, and that he was hired as his son's driver because he had some poor but talented literary skills...
Such wealthy oligarchs undoubtedly possess immense power; perhaps they're just the right person to secure a ticket to that time-traveling train on the other side?
However, after hearing what his ex-wife said, Jackson froze on the spot.
He looked up at the clock and remained silent for a long time.
"Hey?" Kate asked, puzzled. "What happened?"
"I..." Jackson rubbed his nose, "I suddenly remembered I have something urgent to attend to. I've got what you said, let's talk again next time!"
After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone and then frantically searched the floor for clothes to put on, because--
I'm going to be late for work!!!