"Thanks, Mr. Olavir. It was all thanks to your help." Li Aozi nodded.
"If it weren't for you driving away the 'Union Group' and continuously providing countless immortal soldiers to Valenkov, this place would have turned into a war-torn hell by now."
Olavir joked,
"Although there's still war everywhere now, the people of Valenkov have earned a lot of money from the shows, at least pulling themselves out of economic crisis. Most have migrated to other planets, and those who stayed are providing support and logistics for the program crew—they are living quite well under the low-intensity warfare."
"That's too kind. They are my precious little pigs." Li Aozi gave a heartfelt smile. He planned to share this news with Nikita later.
As an old soldier, knowing his hometown people were living happily would surely bring him comfort.
