Lin Mo switched the display to another set of data.
"All the Demon Clan corpses from the various races' cleanup operations have been sold to us."
Temporary processing plants appeared across the screen.
The Demon Clan corpses were sealed, transported, broken down, and refined. Some were converted into energy blocks, while others yielded rare metals and special biological materials.
To Terra's various races, these corpses were sources of contamination and symbols of terror.
But to Great Xia, they were resources.
Elder Zhao asked:
"Judging by the map, the various races have pretty much recovered their original territories, haven't they?"
"Recovery has already begun."
Lin Mo said:
"The various races are all rebuilding their former cities."
"Thanks to our purchasing demand, their mining areas have recovered the fastest."
The Dwarf Clan was the most enthusiastic about this.
They had always been smiths and miners. Now that they had discovered Great Xia would accept every kind of ore, and that they could exchange ore for liquor, machinery, food, and forging equipment, the entire clan had been fired up.
Apparently, Thorin Ironbeard had already publicly declared something among the dwarves.
"We used to mine to forge iron. Now we mine to buy Great Xia's machine tools!"
When those words reached Lin Mo, he had nearly lost his composure.
Great Xia's industrial system had actually turned a master dwarven smith into a die-hard machine tool fan.
The atmosphere in the meeting room lightened a little.
Elder Zhao thought for a moment, but left some things unsaid.
He had originally wanted to see whether he could have Lin Mo expand Great Xia's territory on Terra.
But the Demon Clan threat had only just ended. If Great Xia started expanding its territory now, it would certainly put the various races on guard, and they would not