The True Thousand Gold Possessions of the Myriad Realms Trading System

The lights at the mall entrance were on, and his figure was clearly visible under the bright lights.

This was a rather handsome man, who looked to be in his early twenties, with a resolute and clear gaze.

Tang You was taken aback and asked, "Are you a soldier?"

Yuan Zhiling looked at Tang You after hearing this, and nodded when he saw her posture: "I belong to the Eastern Theater Command, the 72nd Group Army." He didn't say which division.

Tang You laughed: "My name is Tang You, and I belong to the 73rd Group Army of the Eastern Theater Command." She didn't go into details either.

Although they both believed the other to some extent was trustworthy, they ultimately dared not fully trust each other.

Yuan Zhiling walked to the glass door and looked at the world inside.

When he saw the furnishings inside, which had not suffered any damage, his nose stung with tears.

If it weren't for the recent catastrophe, he and many others on this ancient and beautiful land could have entered and exited similarly furnished places at any time.

It's safe and comfortable inside, and has all kinds of supplies.

It wasn't that long ago, only two months ago.

Looking back now, it feels like a lifetime ago.

After looking at the displays in the mall, Yuan Zhiling turned his gaze to Ruan Mianmian and Professor Zhang. Seeing their "people" standing posture, he couldn't help but smile: "I believe you are from our Dongda University. The quality of citizens cultivated by a great nation is incomparable to that of a small country."

Ruan Mianmian walked to the water dispenser and poured herself a glass of water.

Fang Yang quickly took the water, gestured for Ruan Mianmian to step back, and then stepped forward with the water cup to hand the water to Yuan Zhiling, whose lips were a little chapped.

Yuan Zhiling glanced at the water in front of him, reached out and took it, drank it all in one gulp, and then said somewhat shyly, "Thank you."

After the disaster, water and electricity were cut off, making it extremely difficult to find drinking water.

Fang Yang held out his hand: "Give me the cup, I'll pour you another one."

Yuan Zhiling shook his head: "No need, water resources are precious." He paused and then explained, "After the meteorite impact caused a major earthquake, the water source was polluted, and water resources are very precious. It's hard to find them outside right now. I don't know how long you'll stay here, or if there will be enough water, but no matter what, it's always good to use it sparingly."

Even if a shopping mall has stored a lot of water, it should only be enough to supply the people inside the mall for a period of time, and it really shouldn't be wasted.

Fang Yang listened and looked at Ruan Mianmian.

Ruan Mianmian said, "Thank you for letting us know, but it would be nice to have another glass of water."

Fang Yang then got another glass of water for Yuan Zhiling.

Yuan Zhiling thanked him, then drank the water in one gulp, and sat down directly on the ground. "Let me tell you about the great disaster," he said, his voice heavy with sorrow.

"More than two months ago, a large number of meteorites carrying the virus suddenly fell, causing a terrifying earthquake that lasted for a whole day. After the earthquake, communications were cut off, and water and electricity were also cut off, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Then came terrible torrential rains that lasted for a week, creating a massive flood. Here, the floodwaters were as high as 20 meters. And then there was the tsunami..."

His voice trembled, and he couldn't speak.

Ruan Mianmian and her group knew what he was going to say next. Not to mention Yuan Zhiling, who was talking about it, even they, the listeners, were extremely shocked and saddened.

These apocalyptic disasters, which only existed in novels, actually happened in this world.

It goes without saying what kind of damage the massive floods and tsunami would cause to this eastern coastal city.

But there was nothing they could do but watch the sorrowful man before them and continue listening to his story.

Yuan Zhiling continued, "Just a month and a half ago, the floodwaters receded, the sun shone brightly, and everything seemed to be turning for the better. The survivors came out from the high ground and discovered that this city, which originally had a population of ten million, had less than a million left."

Ruan Mianmian felt a chill run down her spine and quickly reached out to grab Tang You's arm.

Tang You helped her sit down on a chair, and then sat down on a chair next to her, continuing to listen to Yuan Zhiling.

In the face of such a terrible catastrophe, any words of comfort and support are utterly inadequate.

At this moment, all they can do is listen.

Yuan Zhiling was clearly also in great distress. As he spoke, the muscles in his cheeks twitched, as if he could hardly continue. But he took a deep breath and continued, "Looking at this devastated world, we thought that as long as there were people alive, there was hope. So we actively rebuilt, sending people to find temporary shelter, to find supplies, and to contact people in other cities."

“We tried to contact government agencies, but there were too many dead, and we couldn’t reach many of them. So, we had to form a new agency composed of the public officials we could contact to rebuild our homes.”

"These days of rebuilding homes and filled with hope lasted only seven days. Seven days later, people from Chrysanthemum Country and Kimchi Country drifted to our country from the sea. They told us that their island nations had sunk and they had nowhere to go, begging us to take them in. They said they were a threat and that we could ignore them, but hoped we could help their infants."

"We are too kind, or perhaps, after the nation's great rejuvenation, we have become accustomed to a life of ease. Even though we know that we are born in hardship and die in comfort, we only think of using it when the survival of the nation is at stake. In everyday matters, we are well-protected socialist overgrown babies. So we believed the children of Chrysanthemum Country and Kimchi Country."

"Because of this gullibility, we suffered heavy casualties. Half of our nearly rebuilt homes were taken away by them. We were not afraid to die, we were willing to give our lives, but we were too soft-hearted. We had never met our own people, only heard of the enemy's viciousness, and were deceived many times because of this."

"Before the extreme heat arrived, we paid a heavy price to reclaim territory in the north, west, and east, but we couldn't regain a small section in the southeast. Before we could even continue planning to reclaim our lost ground, the extreme heat arrived. This heat was terrifying, and many more people died..."

As Yuan Zhiling spoke, he recalled everything he had experienced. In the end, he couldn't help but have his eyes redden. Finally, he covered his face and began to sob softly.

Ruan Mianmian's vision also blurred.

Fang Yang raised his head, blinked, took a deep breath, then walked up to Yuan Zhiling and patted him on the shoulder: "So you can't be soft-hearted when you meet kids from Chrysanthemum Country and Kimchi Country, right?"

Yuan Zhiling wiped her eyes: "You can't be soft-hearted with children over six years old. The younger ones haven't really done anything bad, they're just out begging for food."

Regardless of her age, Ruan Mianmian took out her walkie-talkie and said, "No one from Korea or Chrysanthemum Country, regardless of age, is allowed to enter the mall, buy anything from the mall, or give anything away to the mall."

Tang You looked at Ruan Mianmian with some surprise upon hearing this.