In Mine Cave No. 1, Wu Xiaocheng swung a Fine-Steel Pickaxe at a chunk of Red Gold Ore.
His strength was extremely high, and he had cultivated the River-Mountain Draw-Sword Art. He quickly found his rhythm. Though his mining speed was not as fast as Yang Ling's, it still stunned all the players present.
This time, significantly more miners had entered the mine than before. Nearly two thousand people had flooded into the cave.
Yang Ling could now ensure that, excluding his own share, Red Gold Ore production would remain steadily above 3,500 jin per month.
After mining for more than half the day, Chen Guoqing suddenly came looking for him.
"Brother Yang, a few of the new players this time are my colleagues."
Chen Guoqing looked somewhat grim.
Yang Ling immediately put down his Red Gold Pickaxe.
"What's happening outside?"
Chen Guoqing gave a bitter smile. "Things are chaotic outside. According to preliminary estimates, at least two million players have now entered the Divine Realm."
"Two million people have disappeared. Our country has a population of around three billion. Although that isn't a large proportion, it's enough to cause panic."
Yang Ling's tone turned solemn.
"Brother Yang, a few of my colleagues want to meet you. They're actually from a higher-level department."
Chen Guoqing hesitated.
"Let's go. We'll talk at my place."
Yang Ling nodded.
He then called out to Wu Xiaocheng, telling him to keep a closer watch on things, before taking Chen Guoqing back to the small courtyard.
Before long, Chen Guoqing's colleagues were brought over as well.
Their clothes were fairly neat, but their faces were sallow. Clearly, they had not eaten enough these past days either.
They studied Yang Ling curiously, while Yang Ling studied them in return.
Chen Guoqing introduced both sides.
"Brother Yang,