As soon as Terra's trade curve appeared on the Main Screen, the meeting room fell silent.
No one had expected a world still reliant on magic, runes, and cold weapons to send Great Xia such an astonishing volume of orders in just six months.
The Kona Satellite, Blue Star, and the Moon had all undergone earth-shaking changes over the past six months and more.
Now that it was Terra's turn, everyone's gaze involuntarily settled on Lin Mo.
Terra was Lin Mo's territory to oversee.
Lin Mo cleared his throat, opened the document in his hands, and began:
"Terra's changes over these six months haven't been like those on Blue Star and the Moon."
"Its changes have been in orders."
On the screen, a curve representing total trade climbed steadily, with almost no pauses.
Qian Zhenhua adjusted his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, stared at the curve for two seconds, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"It's growing that fast?"
Lin Mo nodded.
"Faster than our initial estimates."
He raised a hand and switched to the next data page.
"It's been almost a year since we discovered Terra."
"Using pre-catastrophe international trade accounting standards and equivalent resource valuations, the total purchases Terra's various races have made from Great Xia have already matched one month of Great Xia's exports to the nations of Blue Star back then."
At those words, quite a few people in the meeting room sat up straight.
One month's exports did not sound particularly extravagant.
But that had been the scale of Great Xia's exports to the entire international market on Blue Star.
Terra was not a technological civilization, nor did it have a consumer market of billions.
The Dwarf Clan, Half-Orc Clan, Holy Human Race, Elves, and Dragons Clan had a combined population of no more than six hundred million.