Zhao Gang nodded without asking any more about Lin Mo's two bodies.
This was the highest level of insurance for the kindling.
Great Xia's leadership all knew that Lin Mo had to keep one body on Blue Star and another on Terra.
If an extreme accident happened on either side, even severing the connection between the two worlds, there would still be a chance to reconnect them as long as Lin Mo remained alive.
Amused, Zhao Gang said:
"Guess what? Terra's merchants are fighting so hard over the distribution rights for toilet paper, Lao Gan Ma, portable lights, and power tools in every town that they're almost bidding against each other."
Lin Mo couldn't help laughing when he heard that.
"Is it really that intense?"
"If anything, it's even more intense." Zhao Gang opened a set of photos.
A Half-Orc woman held a large pack of toilet paper, her smile exposing her tusks.
A Dwarf blacksmith held a lighter, while several apprentices beside him watched with shining eyes.
Several Elf girls gathered around a phone. When they saw the group photo of themselves, their expressions were as though they had witnessed a miracle of nature.
Zhao Gang said:
"After the Demon Clan retreated, the wounds left among the various races weren't something that could heal in a day or two."
"Our goods aren't just merchandise. To them, they're tools for rebuilding their lives."
Lin Mo nodded.
Food, medicine, tools, lighting, phones, transportation, and so on.
These things might be ordinary in Great Xia, but on Terra, which had just endured a century-long war and was still at a stage preceding Europe's Middle Ages, their value was completely different.
Zhao Gang continued:
"Our goods have been so well received and are selling so well on Terra that the powerful figures and