The old fox still remembered what Wang Xuan had said back then: anywhere north or east of those two places was fine, but he had not said much about the two places themselves. In the old fox's view, that clearly represented their special nature. Now that Wang Xuan had conveniently "forgotten," he could not resist testing whether he could take advantage of the situation.
Now that Wang Xuan had emphasized it, Wang Ren immediately understood the special nature of the two commanderies. He suppressed his curiosity and asked, "These two commanderies are separated from His Majesty's territory by Marquis Zhen Dong's state. Why must they be left alone?"
"It won't hurt to tell you. There is a huge iron deposit, coal mine, and other mineral resources there. If everything goes smoothly, the annual iron output of that place could reach four hundred times the Han's annual output." Wang Xuan spoke casually.
"How much!" Wang Ren abruptly sprang to his feet. His speed was nothing like that of someone who still needed support. His eyes bulged as large as copper bells, and he stared at Wang Xuan in horror.
"Hey, don't get so worked up. You're not young anymore. What if something happens to you?" Fearing that the old man might get too excited and keel over, Wang Xuan hurriedly tried to reassure him.
"How can there be so much?" Wang Ren slowly sat down, but the shock on his face remained impossible to conceal.
"So much?" Wang Xuan raised his brows. He did not know how much Ansteel produced annually, but it definitely exceeded a million tons. Besides, weren't steel mills with an annual output of a million tons already being shut down?
"Not so much?" Seeing Wang Xuan's indifferent expression, Wang Ren really wanted to punch him. He was