"That way lies South Colson's industrial district." Hobart pointed at the wilderness formed by an angel-level battle. "At present, all industrial goods in South Colson have to be imported, and even daily necessities are extremely expensive.
"So, in my plans, the industrial district will mainly produce everyday goods, and the first factory will begin construction in May.
"I heard it will be a tableware factory. Most people throughout South Colson are still using wooden bowls and spoons. Many have never seen metal tableware in their entire lives.
"To be honest, metal tableware is more durable. But considering local customs, ceramic tableware will certainly be produced as well. Once everyone's quality of life improves in the future, there will also be porcelain tableware."
Mr. Azik took a deep breath. "I've met some officials as well, but frankly, they all gave me the impression that they were merely muddling through in their positions.
"You're different. You know your territory inside out. That is actually quite remarkable."
Hobart thought, That is only because the standards for officials these days are too low. In the territory under my rule, I absolutely will not allow officials who occupy positions without doing any work!
Mr. Azik took a sip of wine. "Why does this wine have the flavor of the Backlund region?"
"That's right. I brought it from Backlund." Hobart felt somewhat embarrassed. He could not distinguish the so-called flavors and characteristics of wine at all.
To him, all wine tasted more or less the same. He was too embarrassed to ask others what differences there were between wines, so whenever others said anything, he simply nodded along.
At that moment, the train reached the best viewing spot again. Unlike the scenery Hobart had seen when entertaining other guests before, the West Bank had also become