Time flowed like water. The fallen leaves that had just drifted before their eyes were swept two miles downstream in the blink of an eye...
How the world situation changed had nothing to do with Wang Yan, who lived peacefully in his own corner.
He merely made use of the foreign devils' resources to steadily pursue industrial development and economic construction.
There was a railway running directly to the opposite bank of Zenda, as well as a broad asphalt road leading straight there. The railways between the other major towns had also been fully repaired. Though the roads were not yet asphalted, their foundations had all been completed, turning them into solid, level, spacious roads that only awaited gradual paving.
New government buildings had been completed, countless hospitals had been erected, and the planning of every town and village had been refined. A census had been conducted, and all that remained was to carry everything out step by step.
However, the census figures were inaccurate. The census had counted more than 6.1 million people, yet afterward the population continued to grow, with the numbers changing every day.
On one hand, development here was faster than under the southern government. All kinds of factories had opened, all kinds of construction projects had begun, and all of them provided jobs. The money Wang Yan printed was accepted, and with supplies from various forms of production, both prices and currency values remained stable.
This was only the beginning. His territory did not even have much of a financial sector to speak of, and the foreign devils could not be bothered to fleece him. As such, his money could be spent within his own territory, under the southern government, and in neighboring India, Thailand, and Laos.
With so many job opportunities and such prices,