Sain's tone carried a trace of the contrived cadence of official propaganda.
"Trains, railways, steamships, these technologies have changed people's lives." His hand gestured in the air, as if describing a glorious future.
"Sugar, tea, tobacco from the overseas colonies are spread across the country, even the poor can enjoy cheap food. In past eras, the lowest serfs might not have tasted such delicacies in their lifetime."
As he spoke these words, a complex expression flashed in Sain's eyes, as if he were repeating someone else's teachings.
Lu Yan neither affirmed nor denied Sain's assessment, simply asked in a flat voice, "Is it really just these?"
This simple question was like a sharp sword, cutting straight to the core. Sain was stunned, his expression froze on his face, then his brows furrowed as he sank into contemplation.
