The Moon Empire's very undisturbed conscription proclamation once again dominated headlines around the world, setting off a wave of colonization of the moon around the world.

Under the rendering of this craze, people rushed to the mailbox of the lunar development management center as if they were rushing to be reincarnated, and the email server was crowded again and again.

After all, the staff of the Lunar Development Management Center is limited, especially when they are faced with resumes submitted by crazy people from all over the planet.

The ocean of resumes discourages everyone, and the vast majority of resumes are destined to become only a drop of water in the ocean, forever silent in the ocean.

The slow screening speed of the Lunar Development Management Center cannot meet the growing demand of people to go to the moon, so there are people who are anxious and people who are more actionable.

In order to realize their wishes as soon as possible, to land on the moon as soon as possible, and to get even one percentage point more chance of being selected, they tried all kinds of ways to get themselves an interview opportunity.

The day after the announcement was issued, the Lunar Development and Management Center was crowded with people, and these enthusiastic applicants came to the Lunar Development and Management Center in person to apply for the job in order to increase a little limited possibility.

Even if they were blocked by the front desk and security guards, even if they never got a chance to interview, they still persevered, hoping to talk to the center staff when they got off work, and maybe they could get a chance.

There were many people with similar ideas, and they quickly overcrowded the Lunar Management Center, and the entire building was surrounded by people waiting for their chance. Whenever someone walks out of the management center building, there will be a large group of people surrounding them, chatting with all kinds of accosting and asking all kinds of questions.

This situation frightened the employees of the management center, and everyone was afraid to go home from work, and they were deterred by the dense crowds downstairs, and they called home one after another, preparing to work overtime in the company tonight.

In the end, the Lunar Development Management Center had to negotiate with the Great Yuan Empire through diplomatic channels, asking the local police station to send people to evacuate the crowd, and set up inspection posts in the surrounding neighborhoods to stop all those who came to apply without invitation.

At the same time, all the employees of the Moon Management Center began to receive requests from classmates, former colleagues, former colleagues, friends of former colleagues, friends of friends, friends of friends, and the illegitimate daughter of the second uncle of Lao Wang next door.

All of them have the same purpose, that is, to get a chance to go to the moon.

Some people go for the high salary of the Moon Empire, some go for the Moon Empire itself, some really want to realize their dreams, some want to become astronauts but can't, and some completely regard this as a paid space trip......

There are all kinds of people, and they don't want to harass the people of the Moon Development and Management Center, and even the cleaning aunt has received countless requests.

As the only window to the outside world of the Moon Empire on the surface, the Lunar Management Center has seriously overflowed.

Someone who was interested began to explore other opportunities, and some people dug up the inextricable relationship between Comoros and the Lunar Empire, and understood that Comoros was actually the holding company of the Lunar Empire. This kind of thing is an open secret at the government level, but it is a real secret among the people.

There are secrets that are difficult to keep, there are more than one or two people who have a heart, and a lot of news about the Comoros spreads in small circles, from one circle to another, and slowly spreads.

So the Comoros official suddenly discovered a strange thing, during this period of time immigration applications suddenly skyrocketed, originally Comoros is one of the world's poorest countries, or the poor country of Uncle Black, which is slightly better than several countries in the war, but it is also limited.

So immigration applications or something, there are, but they're really, really rare.

But over this period of time, immigration applications have skyrocketed, so much so that the number of applications has exceeded the number of nationals, and these applications come from all over the world, many of them from developed countries, and you can find the five permanent and ten very many of these applications, and even the famous high-welfare countries can be found in all of them.

This is simply absurd, when did a fund manager on Wall Street want to come to Comoros? Can he do it? Is there an exchange, or is there a future? Or is there a foreign exchange market? Even a stable power supply line here is a rarity, can you do it as a fund manager?

Similar situations abound, steelmaking workers, oil exploration specialists, archaeologists, long-distance truck drivers, Latin teachers......

Countless applications of all kinds are pouring in, constantly setting new highs, and the number of applications is climbing from a doubling population of the Comoros to a doubling, tripling, or quadrupling population......

If it was just an application, the Comoros authorities soon found that there were a lot of non-black-skinned people in the country, and as a poor and backward country, in addition to those military soldiers, there were a few people in the country who were not black, and there were only a few people.

Now suddenly there was a whole bunch of strange colors burrowing into the black background, and these flowers were so conspicuous and conspicuous in the black streets.

At a glance, it's easy to see that other colors are rapidly increasing, going from pixel to spot, and then these spots are converging and growing.

Blocks of the same color converge on each other and begin to occupy and squeeze out the surrounding black, and one by one the blocks of color move closer to each other, turning the streets and alleys of the Comoros into a colorful color.

Comoros is mainly a four-island island with a total population of about 800,000, and now there is a constant influx of people of all kinds, and it is soon said that all the hotels and rental houses in this underdeveloped country are full.

But the flow of people obviously has not stopped, in this small country where the government institutions are not perfect, the entry system is incomplete, and there is no one patrolling the border, it is not too simple to sneak into the country or anything, as long as you think there will always be a way to get in, and there is not even a person who is specifically responsible for interception.

The rapid influx of people has caused huge problems in the Comoros, with accommodation and sanitation clearly not keeping up, large numbers of tents and camping crowds of all kinds starting to appear around the city.

As crowds continue to converge, Comoros is beginning to feel a lot of pressure, not only from management and municipality, but also from food and drinking water.

The food stored in Comoros is quickly consumed in front of the waving green bills, and the locals even sell out their own food for the cute green bills.

The Comoros soon felt the threat of famine in a non-famine year......