"Sss... hah..." Tang Mo comfortably enjoyed the smell of the cigarette, looking down at the development report about Black Dragon Island.
There were now over 6,000 immigrants on the island, and if he worked harder, the total population might rise above 10,000 in a few days.
Currently, these people still almost entirely relied on food transported from Brunas harbor, but they would soon be self-sufficient by next year.
After all, Black Dragon Island was extremely fertile, and developing it was like mining a goldmine. Tang Mo could even roughly calculate that the island could easily support a population of a million.
A road was being constructed on Black Dragon Island, with Roger hoping to connect the newly discovered harbor with the small town he had built upon landing.
Meanwhile, the oil refinery had started production, refining petroleum day and night, turning it into the chemical raw materials and gasoline that Tang Mo needed.
