When he heard House complaining about the poor grain harvest in Nanyang and the reduction in exports, Wang Chengzhu's heart shuddered and he secretly thought that God was not good and had come to hinder the expansion of our liberated areas.
Wang Chengzhu had a worried look on his face, but looking into House's eyes, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
"Fucked!" House thought to himself.
House didn't know that Wang Chengzhu was looking at him with blank eyes, looking up historical natural disaster and grain output records from the system's perspective.
"This Western devil has no good intentions. Obviously, there was no flood, drought or locust plague in the main grain-producing areas of Southeast Asia in 1940, and the Japanese devils will not send troops until next winter. Now he is saying that there are difficulties in grain transshipment. This is because he has changed his mind and plans to take advantage of the opportunity.
Is there a price increase, or is there something I don't know about?" Wang Chengzhu was pounding in his heart, not sure whether the modern history of this bright sword world developed as he had read.
The historical inertia has not changed much, which is convenient for him as a time traveler. But Wang Chengzhu is not sure about the person in front of him who has only met a few times and has a harmonious relationship with the property he materialized from the system.
There is some credibility in what he says.
Today is no different than the era before I traveled back in time. Undersea optical cables and radio waves have built an information highway network, and most business information can be publicly queried using handheld terminals. In the 1940s of the Bright Sword World, it was like checking out newspapers such as "Nanyang Siang Pau" and "Nanyang Siang Pau"
Information from overseas Chinese-language paper media such as Xingzhou Daily must be verified by newspapers and libraries with subscription distribution.
This chapter has been completed!