I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 930 - 600: Two Hundred Years of Development and... Departure! (Part 2)
Chapter 930: Chapter 600: Two Hundred Years of Development and... Departure! (Part 2)
The old Snow Sheep looked at the expectant eyes of the young ones and couldn’t help but laugh.
It was, of course, they... the Snow Sheep Clan, who took the Yak Clan to court!
Stories have happened over the two hundred years of the Trading Market, too many to count.
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As time passed and industrial products became widespread, every small tribe had electricity and used lamps.
No longer did people live in caves; instead, they had rows of cement buildings.
Solar and wind power provided a continuous source of electricity, enabling them to develop some heavy industries.
Cement, steel, power plants—the three pillars of heavy industry—could be purchased for just 1 Civilization Point, and almost every small tribe would buy a set.
"This time, it’s the last trade we’ll have with humans," the elderly Snow Sheep said, raising his appearance with his rough hands. They only had three movable fingers, but they were quite flexible.
"So we must bring the best goods!"
"Grandpa, why is it the last time?" a young Snow Sheep asked curiously.
"Because... they are leaving here... the Northern Territory is too small, the world is vast, and they want to see other places," the old Snow Sheep looked at the gray sky, feeling a bit wistful and helpless in his heart.
Human civilization was leaving, and the other old customers weren’t so easily dealt with.
Fortunately, the overall order of the Northern Territory had been established.
Over the past two hundred years, the division of power had been mostly completed.
With technology still developing and plenty of pie to share, the current international order might last a good while longer.
"Grandpa, I also want to see other places in the Pangu Continent!" The children clamored one after another, each resembling a fluffy ball of yarn.
"Hahaha, we are too weak now; we must build a strong civilization to leave the Northern Territory and go to other regions."
The Snow Sheep loaded their goods onto a small Floating Fortress.
This was the smallest type, with a tonnage of about 5,400 tons, and it took them 30 years of savings to buy it.
Not to mention, a small spaceship could add combat power and transport goods.
The propeller "rumbling" started, flying towards the Lücao Trading Market.
...
Coincidentally, in a remote corner.
The Yelang Clan was also preparing goods.
This remote tribe, once involved in a gambling duel with Lu Yuan, was no fool and had also established contact with the Trading Market.
Due to their geographical advantage, they produced various poisons, which turned out to be excellent trading goods.
"Your Majesty, humans are about to leave! The last batch of goods is willing to give us some premium."
"Ha, we dare not ask for a premium indiscriminately; let’s just trade regularly... what we hope for is to gain some post-management rights to a Trading Market branch." The Emperor, with ancestral totems painted on his head, picked up a scorpion and ate it like a snack, "crunch crunch."
"Once they’re gone, won’t the Trading Market be in chaos?" a noble asked, "Your Highness, can we ask for more?"
Nature abhors a vacuum; a power void will surely be filled by someone.
"Chaos? Nonsense." The Emperor was exasperated, "You must understand, they bought a [temple], they could return at any moment! That’s a significant deterrent."
"Moreover, each Great Clan is a partner of the Trading Market. If the Northern Territory falls into chaos, every race will suffer losses."
"So, minor chaos is possible, but major chaos is impossible."
"If we only fill a slight gap in power, it will be enough to earn a profit."
The officials understood, and one by one, they began to calculate the gains and losses.
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As a fellow human civilization, Wulan City had reaped the most benefits.
It was now a big city of five million people, with electric vehicles coming and going on the streets, and aliens of various races boarding in order. The street scenes were somewhat reminiscent of an international metropolis in the 21st century.
Compared to Green Grass City, it seemed more industrialized, with less nature and harmony.
In a standalone villa on the outskirts of the city.
"Great Scholar, the new batch of Winter Valley has matured."
The aged Constantine looked at the golden waves of wheat and couldn’t help but sit up from his sickbed, smiling.
The wrinkles on his face were like cracks on an iceberg.
He was too old, bedridden for a long time, possibly just days away from passing.
"Is Green Grass City leaving?"
"Yes."
"Bless them, and bless us."
"Professor, aren’t you worried about the future?" a student couldn’t help but ask, "Much will change in the future."
"Haha, every generation has its luck... we’ve survived the worst scenarios, and the future will still depend on our own efforts." Constantine laid back down, recalling the time when he encountered the Greedy Demon God in the snow.
He would take this secret to his grave.
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Green Grass City’s impending departure was indeed the biggest news in the Northern Territory.
The scene was akin to the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch about to break through the void and ascend to the Cultivation World, with every civilization having its thoughts.
The Dwarf Civilizations, being the second largest race, naturally sent the most extravagant diplomatic team.
The Alien Yan Quan·Deep Furnace was urging them, "Look at others, abandoning such a huge piece of interest! Knowing full well there are tigers, they still head to the tiger mountain!"
"Do you want to stay cooped up here forever?"
"Do you really think the Epoch Disaster won’t spread here?"
Chairman Stormbrew couldn’t help but wear a pained expression, stroking his beard, as time passed, the gap between them and humans not only hadn’t shrunk but widened!
