Meng Zhiming paused for a moment, and then continued to set up the chessboard, “Not yet. What’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter?!” Zhao Xinggang set the newspapers on the chessboard and huffed angrily, “Hell has just released news about their plans to support the light industry and the manufacturing industry!”

Meng Zhiming continued to arrange the pieces on the chessboard, “Old Zhao, I recall that you’re part of the second batch of Yin spirits that had entered Hell. We were both founders of rather prestigious companies back in the mortal realm, even if I have to say so myself. After all, our profits were easily in the hundreds of millions. We’re not like those hot-headed fools out there who have set up a company without much thought of the circumstances around us. Have you forgotten about the true problems faced by Ashmound Right now?”

“No raw materials. Furthermore, the source and lifeblood of the manufacturing industry and the light industry are both truncated from upstream. No matter how many times Hell attempts to stimulate our economy with these stopgap measures, it’s all going to be useless unless the root of the problem is addressed. Entering the market now is no different from starting a dying business.”

“It’s not the same!” At once, Zhao Xinggang pointed to the news and barked at him, “Take a look for yourself! Hell’s 18th decree. 11 more days, and Hell will be officially launching its seaport live on national television! All raw materials will be auctioned off on site! 20 ships have already arrived from the Alkebulan Underworlds, and the full inventory list of their goods have been...