Chapter 46: Opening Ceremony of the Reversal (1)

Chapter 46: Opening Ceremony of the Reversal (1)

Sanggye. A mining city nestled in the Apollachian Mountains.

Thanks to the globally surging demand for coal every year, this place was progressing day by day.

From factories and power plants to transportation means like ships, airships, and trains.

In this era, coal was essential in any industry.

Even in rural areas without a single carriage, coal was needed as a heating fuel.

However, the increased demand was not matched by the coal mining quantity.

Mines were being developed all over the continents, but there was a shortage of people willing to work.

Coal mining was truly dangerous, dirty, and strenuous work.

As a result, the value of coal and the miners labor skyrocketed every day.

Rumors even circulated in the Alchemy Academy.

Stories of a student confidently answering the final exam question, What is needed to turn a rock into gold? with Mining carts and pickaxes, and tales of sending students to gather alchemical materials in the mountains, only to find them picking up coal around the mining area.

The former student received an A+ grade, and the latter students could buy all the materials with the money earned from selling coal, as the folklore goes.

Of course, these stories from the Alchemy Academy were nothing more than exaggerated anecdotes.

Among the substances alchemists dealt with, many had the value of several tons of coal per bottle.

Such tales only emphasized the significance coal held in this era.

The coal exchange set up between the city and the mines exclusively handled coal transactions.

A large three-story wooden building.

The exchange regularly updated the current selling price on the first-floor lobbys bulletin board based on the hourly mined quantity and information from other regions.

Merchants waiting in the lobby would rush to the counter, hesitate, or step back after checking the price.

Merchants moving back and forth would see contracts piling up in their hands as banknotes left their pockets, and when they reached their target quantity, they would run to the central market or the airport with a bundle of contracts.

Customers seeking long-term coal supply contracts were guided to the second floor.

There, mainly representatives of large businesses frequented.

The third floor was visited by merchants dealing with things other than coal.

You might wonder what else could be traded at a coal exchange, but this was as important as the significance of coal.

It was about the rights to mine, own, and manage the coal mines.

Ownership transactions were no big deal; changing a few names on the documents would do.

Mining rights transactions were a bit troublesome. It required calling the managers of each mine for negotiations.

Management rights transactions were the most crucial. They could directly influence the mining quantity and distribution price.

The 10-year-old girl sitting on the side of the current head of the coal exchange came to trade all three rights.

Two weeks ago, when she visited the exchange, the head suspected that today was not just an ordinary day, but rather the day of the Festival of Fools, where jesters were forgiven for any pranks or lies.

April 1st was the day when jesters celebrated their antics.

As a green-haired girl with a machine and a few crew members prepared to transport several kilograms of what seemed like a calf, anyone would think she was a representative of the business world.

If the heads secretary hadnt given him a hint of Iron Mask as he went to meet the guest in the reception room from his office, he might have made a mistake in their first meeting.

Iron Mask.

Sure. He had heard of it.

In recent years, Vergsong Merchant Union, showing tremendous growth, has been the talk of the town. Rumours spread about a brilliant strategist joining the company.

Not long ago, it was revealed that the identity of this strategist was none other than the illegitimate daughter of the chairman, Gerlalt Vergson.

Anais Vergsong.

He heard she was a fragile girl, suffering from a gradually debilitating illness since the age of 5, making survival without special machinery difficult.

Rumors of her intelligence had circulated before, but people dismissed them, thinking it was just a proud father boasting about his daughter, as parents often do, hoping for exceptional talents even in simple doodles.

Now that all rights were centralized, it was likely that employees from Vergsong Corporation would be dispatched from tomorrow onwards. And they would directly operate all the mines.

Director, please sign.

A resonance through the mask.

It had a strangely unsettling power.

Iron Mask, Anais.

The director bit his lip and picked up the pen.

Where should we go now?

Is there a place to accommodate the mass layoffs of Coal Exchange employees?

At times like this, he envied the miners.

As he was about to sign, the office door suddenly slammed open.

Both the director and Anais turned their heads.

There, a middle-aged man with a red-bearded chin stood.

Anais looked at him with wide eyes.

Uncle Pierre?

How did you get here, Uncle?

To see if youre doing well.

He shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.

The director stared at him in astonishment.

He knew who he was.

Pierre Mopasan.

Vice Chairman of Vergsong Grand Assembly.

A man well-known in Sangye for his skills.

And also one of the decision-makers who had made them unemployed at this place.

Why did he suddenly come here?

Pierre leisurely walked around the directors office.

He even showed the luxury of crossing his legs in front of the other person.

Oh, I dont like this painting. I want to take it down.

He nodded towards the painting hanging on the wall behind the director.

Then he looked at the black jade decoration on the directors desk and clicked his tongue.

Hey, why put coal on the desk?

He went around the room, nitpicking at the cracks in the wooden desk, the wrinkles in the curtains, the dust on the carpet, and so on.

The directors complexion watching this scene stiffened.

This space had been his office for five years.

Even though he was leaving, even though the other person was the Vice Chairman of the Corporation, such rudeness was difficult to overlook.

Haha, if you live in a room like this, you should receive money instead of paying.

Excuse me! Whats this nonsense?

Director.

Pierre looked at the director and said.

How much do you want, Director?

The director, about to shout in anger, was momentarily silenced.

It took some time for him to understand the question Pierre had thrown at /CircusTL