Brother, just how powerful is our family?

It wasn't until the couple was dragged out of sight that the crowd gradually came to their senses.

Then, thunderous applause and cheers erupted.

"good!"

"Well played!"

"Mr. Qin is awesome!"

"It should have been done a long time ago!"

"What kind of bastards dare to call themselves descendants of Yan and Huang?"

Qin Yang raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

The crowd immediately fell silent, and everyone stared at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Qin Yang's voice echoed throughout the hall, "the first principle of the Yanhuang Civilization immigrant selection is: only true descendants of Yan and Huang will be recruited. This is not narrow-mindedness, but the foundation of civilization's inheritance."

He surveyed the crowd, his gaze serious: "We are building a completely new civilization, one rooted in the five-thousand-year-old culture of the Dragon Kingdom, but with its sights set on the stars and the sea. What we need are people who identify with this civilization and are willing to contribute to it, not those who don't even respect their own bloodline and culture."

The crowd nodded in agreement.

"As for the specific interview process," Qin Yang continued, "I can reveal a little: we have technological means to accurately assess a person's character, qualities, and personality. Any pretense or fabrication will be exposed in front of us."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "So please rest assured, as long as you sincerely want to become a member of the Yanhuang civilization and as long as you possess good character, you don't need to worry about failing. As for those who want to take advantage of the situation, I advise you to leave as soon as possible to avoid humiliating yourselves."

After speaking, Qin Yang nodded to everyone, then turned and left with his security personnel.

The queue regained order, but the murmurs grew louder.

"Mr. Qin is right!" the burly man was the first to speak. "The Yanhuang civilization is our civilization, and it must be built by the true descendants of Yan and Huang. Those who don't even know who they are are not worthy of joining."

"But how do we define 'true descendants of Yan and Huang'?" a young man asked. "If someone is of mixed race but grew up in China and fully identifies with Chinese culture, can they be considered a descendant of Yan and Huang?"

This issue sparked a discussion.

The elderly man with gray hair slowly spoke: "Bloodline and culture are both indispensable. I don't believe that someone who completely abandons their bloodline can truly fully identify with our culture. This is not discrimination; it's an objective fact."

"I agree," the middle-aged woman said. "Look at that woman just now. She's clearly from China, but she'd love to become a foreigner. Even if someone's bloodline is that of the Yellow Emperor, their heart is no longer with him."

The businessman adjusted his glasses: "Actually, Mr. Qin has already made it very clear. What the Yanhuang civilization aims to establish is a new civilization rooted in the culture of the Dragon Kingdom. Therefore, a deep understanding and recognition of the culture is essential. This cannot be faked overnight."

"Speaking of disguise," Engineer Li suddenly remembered something, "what do you think Mr. Qin meant by 'technical means'? Could it be mind reading?"

"Possibly," the young woman said thoughtfully. "The technological level of the Universal Group has exceeded our imagination. Mind reading might be as simple for them as looking at our cell phones."

"Wouldn't that mean we'd have no privacy at all?" someone worried.

"If you truly want to join the Yanhuang civilization and are of good character, what is there to be afraid of?" Old Wang said. "What you should be afraid of are those who have something to hide."

The procession continued to move forward slowly.

People came out of the interview room from time to time, some beaming with joy, others looking dejected.

But no one knows the specifics of the interview, because everyone who came out was asked to keep it confidential.

About half an hour later, another commotion broke out in the queue.

This time it was an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, and holding a whisk in his hand.

"Amitabha Buddha." The old Taoist bowed to the staff. "I am a cultivator from Qingxu Temple on Kunlun Mountain. I have heard that the Yanhuang Civilization is recruiting immigrants, so I have come to give it a try."

The staff member politely said, "Taoist priest, please line up."

"Of course, of course," the old Taoist priest said with a smile as he walked to the end of the line.

People around him stared at him curiously.

"Master, are you also thinking of immigrating?" someone asked.

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard: "The Yanhuang civilization, named after 'Yanhuang,' is the ancestor of our Chinese nation. Although I am a person outside the secular world, I am also a descendant of Yanhuang. This civilization wishes to carry on the legacy of our ancestors and usher in an era of lasting peace. I am willing to do my part."

"The Taoist priest is of noble character," everyone exclaimed in admiration.

"However," the old Taoist priest changed the subject, "I observe that the aura of this place is like a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping, with purple energy coming from the east, truly a sign of establishing a foundation. Mr. Qin Feng is no ordinary person."

"Has the Taoist priest greeted Mr. Qin?"

"No," the old Taoist shook his head. "But the one who could establish such a foundation must have been born at the right time. The Yanhuang civilization may well be a rebirth of our Chinese civilization."

These words prompted deep reflection among everyone.

Yes, the Yanhuang civilization is not just Qin Feng's personal achievement, but a leap forward for the entire Yanhuang civilization.

What an honor it was for them to participate and become the first builders of this new civilization.

The screening process inside the Huanyu Building was proceeding smoothly.

Qin Yang sat in the central observation room on the third floor, with dozens of high-definition screens in front of him displaying the situation in each interview room in real time.

Each room has a simple layout: a table and two chairs.

The interviewee sat to one side, opposite a staff member from Huanyu wearing a dark blue uniform.

They are actually all cyborgs.

But in the corner of the room, there was an inconspicuous piece of equipment.

"Memory reading device..."

Qin Yang muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on a screen.

In the video, a middle-aged man is nervously answering questions.

The cyborg interviewer's voice was gentle and magnetic: "Please briefly introduce your family situation."

"I... my name is Wang Jianguo, I'm forty-two years old, from Heilongjiang Province..." the middle-aged man stammered. "I have a wife and a daughter, my daughter is a senior in high school this year..."

As he spoke, the silver device on the ceiling quietly began to operate.

The device is reading all of this man's memories.

From the images of him running in the fields as a child to the joy he felt when he received his first paycheck.

From his deep affection for his wife to his worries about his daughter's future.

From giving up his seat to an elderly person on the bus to feeling guilty after running a red light because he was in a hurry...

Everything was extracted, analyzed, and archived.

"Data can be falsified, and words can lie, but memories cannot."

This is the core logic of the screening process.

A person's character is hidden in every small choice they make, in their quiet thoughts at night, and in the depths of their untold memories.

All of these things are exposed in the face of memory reading devices.