The True Thousand Gold Possessions of the Myriad Realms Trading System

"Impossible!" Mr. Lin shook his head repeatedly. "How dare that tiny place covet our great nation?"

People had been telling him for a long time that the Chrysanthemum Country harbored ill intentions, but he never believed it, thinking that it only wanted to gain benefits from its own country.

Hearing this again now, they naturally wouldn't believe it.

Ruan Mianmian glanced down at her watch and said, "Time is running out. I can only tell you what will happen in the future. I don't have time to argue with you about whether it's possible or not."

Knowing that the mall would not serve customers after dark, Mr. Lin stopped worrying about it and instead asked the original question: "Did our faction achieve final victory?"

That's what he's most concerned about.

Although the Chrysanthemum Country is currently strong, it is still a small country. Even if it invades, he is confident that he can drive it out.

Therefore, whether the Eastern faction can win after the attack is launched is his biggest concern.

This time, Ruan Mianmian answered him directly: "No."

"Why? Is it because of those people from the Western faction?" Mr. Lin suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.

He instantly made up his mind to report to his superiors and kill those who posed a threat to the Eastern Faction.

Ruan Mianmian said, "First, your troops are less skilled, meaning the leaders and generals are far inferior in ability. Second, your troops are not popular. You only know how to greedily amass wealth, completely disregarding the lives of the people under your rule. Under your rule, prices have skyrocketed, and the people are living in misery."

"I will definitely report this matter and request that the higher authorities change the policy!" Mr. Lin said urgently.

Ruan Mianmian shook her head: "There's no time left. In less than two years, Chrysanthemum Country will launch a major offensive. They have plenty of weapons and equipment, and the cooperation between the East and West factions has failed one after another, including H City and Jin City, causing widespread devastation. I stayed here specifically to wait for you, hoping that you could take my words back to report to your superiors and make preparations in advance during these two years."

Mr. Lin was so shocked that his face turned extremely pale, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

After a while, he seemed to regain his senses, and his complexion improved. He looked up at Ruan Mianmian, his eyes gleaming: "I was wrong from the beginning. You said you came from 90 years in the future, but there was no evidence at all. You must be lying to me."

She must not be from the future, she must not be.

The Eastern faction is strong and well-equipped, and is currently the legitimate power; they are sure to win in the end.

Just the fact that she said the Eastern faction failed proves that she is not from the future.

Ruan Mianmian took a glass of water from the water dispenser and handed it to Mr. Lin: "Everything in my mall is usable by humans, just more advanced. Don't you ever think about why?"

Mr. Lin didn't say anything, but his face darkened.

Yes, everything here is usable for them, and it's very advanced—more advanced than anything they know of abroad.

Therefore, besides the fact that she is a fairy, there is only one other reason—she comes from the future.

Although he didn't want to believe it.

Ruan Mianmian ignored his mood and continued to say what she wanted to say: "In our area, the Eastern Faction only has two commendable aspects. First, the cooperation between the Eastern and Western Factions in resisting the Chrysanthemum Kingdom. Second, their consistent adherence to the principle of 'One East University.' As for everything else, it's all just bad reputation."

Mr. Lin's facial muscles twitched rapidly, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

He wanted to ask what would happen if the Eastern faction attacked the Western faction first, regardless of everything—he couldn't accept that the Eastern faction he followed would ultimately be the loser. The Eastern faction was strong and well-equipped, and it was the orthodox faction, so how could it lose? Why did it lose?

However, the girl in front of him, who claimed to be from the future, had already told him the reason.

Moreover, as the girl in front of us said, if the Eastern faction were to focus solely on attacking the Western faction and thus fail to resist foreign enemies, they would likely be left with the same eternal infamy as Qin Hui, without a single word of praise.

After a long while, Mr. Lin thought of a reason, and his eyes lit up: "I don't believe that our Eastern faction will fail. Is it because all the people of the Eastern faction went to resist the foreign enemy, while the Western faction strengthened its forces, which is why our Eastern faction couldn't win?"

Ruan Mianmian shook her head: "The two factions cooperated, and they also shed their blood on the battlefield. After the victory of the eight-year War of Resistance, your people still outnumbered the Western faction, and you had America's support, including money, airplanes and artillery, but you were still no match for them."

"How could this be?" Mr. Lin was greatly shocked and slumped helplessly into the sofa behind him.

Looking at his pale face, Ruan Mianmian said, "In 49, after your faction was defeated, you wanted to find a place to farm, but America demanded that you choose a small island in the southeast. Until the year I came, the place where you farmed was still used by America as a bargaining chip to restrict us. Your so-called successors all became compradors."

"We're farming on a small island?" Mr. Lin asked incredulously.

“That’s right.” Ruan Mianmian nodded: “So I would like to ask you to go back and talk about the regrets we feel when we look back on this part of your history.”

Mr. Lin asked instinctively, "What regret?"

Ruan Mianmian said, "We regret that the Eastern Faction had to go to the southeast to farm. If they had gone to the southwest, that would have been so much better. You know, even if your remnants went there, they could have settled down and farmed. If they had gone there with their entire force, they could have farmed the whole peninsula. Wouldn't that area be bigger than the land in the east? And isn't durian more fragrant than pineapple?"

The place is not only bigger, it's many times bigger!

After reviewing the map in his mind, Mr. Lin thought to himself, "That's what I'm thinking."

He wasn't a fool either. After mentally assessing the situation, he shook his head and said, "If we send them there to farm, the West will never tolerate us!"

That's within the sphere of influence of those Western countries. If they dare to reveal that intention, they will be sanctioned. If someone actually goes there to farm, they will definitely be besieged.

Ruan Mianmian said, "In 39, Sausage Country launched a blitzkrieg against Pansy Country, and then swept across Europe. Gaul even surrendered. They were in chaos and were weak after the war. What are you afraid of? Besides, even if they wanted to unite against your faction, didn't you still have the Western faction?"

As she spoke, it was almost tempting: "We love farming, so if we find a larger plot of land to cultivate, we'll have more grain, and future generations will surely praise us. Wouldn't that be an achievement and honor passed down through generations? Then, our sea routes won't have to go through the Strait of Hormuz, but will go straight to the Gulf of Bengal. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

Actually, she didn't know much about these things, and she didn't know if what she said was right or wrong, but when she was in school, she went online and saw some suggestions on this topic, which she thought were reasonable, so she said it now.

She thought, "It should be fine, right?"

Mr. Lin looked at Ruan Mianmian with a sharp gaze: "You are close to the Western faction, so you are trying to persuade me to send a message through me to make our faction work for free?"

Ruan Mianmian said, "Dongda was established by the Western faction. As my motherland, I naturally hope it gets better and better. My suggestion can also make your leader not only not be criticized, but become a hero. Isn't that good?"

Mr. Lin did not answer, but stared intently at Ruan Mianmian.

Ruan Mianmian felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze.

Even though she was young and fearless, she became somewhat uneasy under the watchful gaze of a powerful figure and asked, "Mr. Lin, what do you mean by looking at me like that?"

Mr. Lin asked, "In your time, were we still bullied?"

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It was taken down. We've been revising it, using various pseudonyms, but in the end, the name "Dongda" sounded a bit like "Dongpai" (Eastern School). But there's nothing we can do; it's been a month and a half since we started revising it. Just bear with it...