~： The first year story 029, Operation Destruction

The idiot nodded and continued: "Because of this'inflation', Inel will become less and less valuable. The amount that flows in the market becomes larger and larger. The larger the flow, the more It's worthless and it becomes a vicious circle."

"That's right. The face value of coins with a large amount of liquidity will naturally become smaller. The face value of coins with a small amount of liquidity will gradually expand. Of course, this is based on the fact that neither coin has been scrapped."

"If this goes on, soon, the exchange rate between Sura and Inel will exceed 1:7. In one year, as long as the baron controls the amount of Sura in his hand and the amount of foreign exchange, it cannot be compared with other cities. For the town of Kuvi, which conducts currency exchanges, the exchange rate is entirely up to him. One year later, the exchange rate will reach a relatively high level. At this time, he will go to the Sura in his hand again, according to those exchange rates. The signed agreement will be exchanged back at the exchange rate at that time."

"Money can make money. Even if it is just playing with currency itself, it can also increase the value of the property in hand. Only pity the small people, after losing Sura, they can't know the most intuitive ratio between the two currencies. Now exchanged The more you get, the more money you will lose. I don’t believe that all the people in power in this town are just like you. They must also know the tricks. But since they haven’t come out to intervene... It is conceivable that those in power must also be involved and want to make a profit~~~!"

"…………………………"

"Hehehe, I really want to stay here and wait for a year to see the scene of the riots in this small town a year later~~~"

After the idiot finished speaking, he looked at the various terms and data drawn on the snow and fell into deep thought. And Diane was also very witty and stopped talking, quietly waiting for the idiot to finish thinking.

After a while, the misty eyes showed frosty cold. Dimie knew that he had already figured out what he should do.

"Boy, you know how the baron makes money. But now let us see your terms. You have to buy a train worth 50 sula before 18:00 the day after tomorrow at 13 sula and 2 inel. Votes. If there is no "accident", the baron will gain huge profits through this method. Of course, you will become the "accident". But how do you use this hidden conspiracy to achieve your own goals? What?"

The idiot said a few words, and let Diane calculate the number obtained by the series of formulas in his mind. After repeated corrections several times, he finally knew the value he needed, stood up and erased the traces on the snow with his feet.

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The sky gradually became gloomy.

Snow all over the sky began to fall on this small town that still didn't know their misfortune, and on the people who had been redeemed with money.

Can the cold snowflakes calm them down?

No, these "well-intentioned" snow quickly turned into water and became the heat spreading on people's foreheads, and disappeared.

On the second floor of a pub next to the square, a bloated middle-aged man sat. He held the wine glass full of red wine and looked at the restless crowd outside very leisurely, with a smile on his mouth.

"Mr. Baron."

A waiter stepped forward and called out softly.

The bloated middle-aged man turned his head: "What's the matter?"

The waiter bent over and said humbly: "A child who looks like a beggar wants to see you, saying that someone wants him to send a message."

"Oral?"

The middle-aged fat man tilted his head and asked, "Who wants him to send a message?"

"He wouldn't say it, sir. But the kid said it was about business."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment while holding his glass. After thinking for a while, he waved his hand and motioned for the little beggar to come in. The waiter answered and went down, and within a moment, a black-haired, tattered body, with a baby in his hands, a child about ten years old, appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

"Hello, noble Mr. Frodt."

The little beggar bowed to the middle-aged man, his movements were very clumsy, as if he had just learned from someone.

Baron Frode snorted. He took a sip of the wine and said, "What the **** is it? Hurry up."

"Yes, Mr. Baron."

The little beggar bowed again, then took out a rolled up letter paper from his arms, held the baby in one hand, and handed it forward. The baron made a color to the waiter beside him, and the waiter took the letter and handed it to the baron.

The baron opened it and took a closer look. This letter is nothing but a formal contract. The book states that a man named Lau Nord is in urgent need of Sura for financial reasons. So I hope that in five days, the price of 1:7.5 will be exchanged for 100,000 Sura in the hands of the Baron. And for the sake of good faith, it is agreed that at 16:00 two days later, the little beggar who sent the contract will exchange some first to express the sincerity between the two parties.

"1: 7.5?"

The baron read the letter again, then looked at the little beggar in front of him, and then scanned the letter again. To be honest, the handwriting on the letter is very beautiful, apparently by an adult. Judging from the line between the lines, the other party should be very stable, not hurried, and very patient.

"Hey, who is the person who gave you this letter?"

The baron raised the letter in his hand and looked straight at the little beggar.

"I don't know, sir."

The little beggar had a runny nose, sniffed, and said, "A man in a cloak and covering his face gave me two Inel and asked me to give this letter to my husband. He also said that in two days it will be Give me some more Inel and come to you, sir, to exchange money."

After speaking, the little beggar sniffed.

What does a ten-year-old boy know? Instead of looking at the little beggar, the baron studied the letter in his hand.

To be honest, the number 1:7.5 is indeed very attractive. One hundred thousand sura, through this one in and one out, can become 107,142 sura. A full profit of 7142 Saura! This does not include the profit brought by the later value-added!

This is really a worthless business, presumably because he has already hoarded too many Suras, so that the person named Raunold can't exchange enough Suras in the trading market, right? Hey, and, he should also know that I exchanged at a price of 1:7, so he had to increase the exchange rate to 1:7.5. In this way, although the other party was very calm when writing, the real situation is that Sura is urgently needed, and it is extremely urgent~~~!

A smile gradually appeared from the corner of the baron's mouth. He held the contract book and tossed it with contempt, scorning the person who wrote the letter with a high attitude. After reading the contract carefully again, he confirmed the true meaning of the contract——

Above, he was not required to pay any security deposit.

In other words, the baron just needs to wait here for the other party to send the money. Regardless of whether the other party came to exchange it or not, there was no loss to him. It is a good business with absolutely no risks, like a "pie in the sky"!

The baron smiled. Smiled completely comfortably.

Then, he picked up the quill that the waiter next to him had already prepared, dipped it in ink, and very readily signed his name on the contract.

"Little guy, today is really your lucky day."

The baron rolled the contract book, tied it up with a golden rope, and gave it to the waiter next to it. The waiter was also acquainted and took out four Inel from his arms and handed them to the little beggar along with the letter paper.

"After I go back, tell the guy named Launold, let alone one hundred thousand, even one million I can exchange with him! Businessmen, there will always be times to help each other! Hahahahaha!"

The plump hand put down the quill and held up the wine glass again. Amidst the gaffeful laughter, the little beggar walked backwards while thanking him repeatedly, and finally walked out of the hotel.

The humble eyes turned into frost the moment they left the hotel. The snow in the sky was thicker, far away from the hot square, and it gradually turned into heavy snow and fell.

The idiot walked on the street, opened the contract and looked at it, then stuffed it into his arms. He stepped, the road he walked seemed to be slowly freezing, following his footsteps gradually extending...

"Do you really have the courage to do this kind of thing?"

The dimmed voice still carried habitual mockery, and the blood-red pupils became the only splendor in the white world.

"This method is really vicious. But the result is the collective bankruptcy of this small town. There must be more people who cut their wrists, jump off the building, hang themselves, and commit suicide than after a war~~~ "

It sounds like it is comforting, but Dimie's tone is very relaxed. Obviously, he is very happy to see this situation.

The idiot's cold eyes glanced at Diane, and said coldly: "It's rare that you are worried about the life and death of others."

"Oh, I'm vaccinating you to let you know what the consequences will be. I don't want to wait until that time to see you demented and regret it, and feel depressed because of yourself. Scene. I know what will happen, but still do it. That's what I meant when I said these words."

The idiot no longer speaks, his footsteps spread on the snow. The blood-colored pupils began to become more and more excited, more and more radiant.

"Hahaha, it's so interesting! Come on, let me do it! Let me appreciate it, how do you implement such a method that you don’t care if you are good, even if you ruin someone else’s home!"

The icy blizzard began to thicken slowly, and the blowing north wind did not fear the warmth of spring, rejecting the warmth far away. This small town is slowly freezing, and the icy ground has spread to everyone’s feet without anyone noticing it...