"Father, I've settled down in the Ancient City of the Eastern Kingdom. I'm working at a Warship Company in the Development Zone now. We mainly provide auxiliary equipment for warships, and the East Country People haven't kept anything from us."
"Family Letters" were sent north one after another, and radio communications made contact between both sides extremely frequent.
From the moment they were taken in, Lu PingAn's duty of "reassurance" had already been fulfilled. He only needed to build a network of contacts; they would handle the rest themselves.
If you truly transferred a senior cadre of Sakura Kingdom descent over and gave him a high-ranking position, he would ultimately be little more than a figurehead. But a young person who had proven his ability and "loyalty" from the grassroots level would instead have a chance to gradually enter the upper ranks.
Only those who truly understood the field knew how valuable this acceptance was.
And only those who truly understood the history of the Eastern Kingdom knew how internal conflicts and talent selection should be handled for the sake of long-term national harmony.
The ones receiving this treatment were not merely incoming refugees. In fact, residents of the outer realms had enjoyed it for several years already, especially mixed-bloods born locally and naturalized foreigners.
"The Eastern Kingdom is truly powerful—powerful and prosperous in every respect. The Ancient City where I live was elevated to a directly governed municipality only three years ago. Before that, it was merely a rural corner under a provincial prefecture. Yet because of its excellent geographical position, it has now become a heavy industrial base. There are at least seven hundred companies throughout the industrial chain, employing over a million people. New ships are launched for sea trials on the Jianghu every day..."
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