Because everything Meng Chao said was the truth he had witnessed in the Doomsday Nightmare.
That made his words exceptionally forceful and firm.
Shen Yuanbao fell silent.
In his eyes, deep as the sea, it was as though hospitals, schools, bridges, and even cities bearing the name "Yuanbao" truly rose from the ground, standing firm and unshakable.
"Go on."
Shen Yuanbao said, "There are two more."
"The remaining two are relatively simple."
Meng Chao said, "I think this new type of foundation should pay close attention to the rehabilitation of disabled citizens, as well as the procurement, installation, use, and maintenance of Spirit-Powered Prosthetic Limbs."
"Or, to put it plainly, it should invest more money in the Fallen Star Society. On behalf of Dragon City's countless disabled citizens, I would first like to thank you for your generosity.
"Also, this foundation should pay more attention to the further education, employment, and even pensions of heroes who earned War Merit during the Monster War of the past several decades, as well as the Pioneering War that was certain to come—regardless of whether they were retired veterans.
"Dragon City currently has three major merit systems, respectively aimed at ordinary citizens, Transcendents, and Crimson Dragon Army soldiers.
"In theory, anyone who earned War Merit could receive both honor and tangible benefits.
"The problem was that Dragon City's market was ultimately too small. The transition from a wartime economic system to a normal economic system was bound to be stumbling and bumpy, fraught with pressure and resistance.
"And in order to break through beyond the Monster Mountain Range as quickly as possible, our fiscal pressure had already reached an unbearable level.
"Under such circumstances, the heroes who earned War Merit were given barely enough honor, but somewhat fewer tangible benefits. It was inevitable that