"Really, Mr. Morado? Can my family come with me, too?"
"Of course! Do this thing for me, and you'll become a Neigerian in no time! You can't do it alone, though. I remember you mentioning that you have a society of some sort and that the members are all people who want to come to Neige?"
Back in Moon, in the city where the sacred temple was, a chubby man in his forties was nodding excitedly at the phone. "That's right, Mr. Morado. The society was set up fifteen years ago, and we've gathered some very loyal members. They're all looking forward to going to Neige but have never been given a chance."
Morado smirked. "Then listen carefully. I'm giving you an opportunity. If you can do this thing for me, all your members will be granted permanent Neigerian residence. The outstanding ones can even become citizens!"
"Really?" The chubby man was both astonished and excited. He asked tentatively, "Did you say all of us?"
