028, Calculation

"Everyone! I am here to represent my master, the wealthy Baron Flod, here to tell the misfortune of the Baron. Everyone knows that the town of Kuwei belongs to the Crystal Ice Republic in name, but in fact, this small town with no specialties and strategic locations is already a veritable three-discipline zone. Therefore, including the Crystal Ice Republic, all the three countries surrounding us have passed an agreement to determine the high exchange rate of Sula and Inel! If the amount of 2,000 Sula or more than 12,000 Inel is to leave this town, a high tax of 50% must be paid! And the minimum tax amount is not less than the normal ratio of 1,000 Sula or 6,200 Inel in other regions! This is an absolute blackmail, an absolute deception!"

"These three countries want to use this method to limit the circulation of the town's currency and restrict the development of the town, and thus restrain each other. But my master, the wealthy Baron Flotte, did not expect this agreement to come so quickly. Poor Mr. Flotte failed because of this agreement and had no reason to bear countless debts... In order to repay the debt, Baron Flotte lost all his money and finally raised the funds needed to repay the debt."

Speaking of this, the man in black suddenly raised his chest and shouted angrily: "But! The other party seemed to have been secretly bought by Mr. Flotte's political opponent, but actually refused Inel and accepted Sura only! This was a huge blow to Baron Flotte, who only had a large sum of Inel at hand! But if the Sura requested by the other party could not be delivered in time, Mr. Flotte's baron might be deprived of it. This is no more unbearable for a nobleman than being deprived of his title!"

"In desperation, my master can only look at you with hope. I hope to borrow money from you and exchange it with Inel in your hands for Sula in your hands. I will exchange it as much as you have! Of course, my master will not ask you to exchange it in vain. The market price ratio between Sula and Inel is 1:6.204. My master is willing to get the Sula in your hands at a exchange rate of 1:7! As long as a year later, my master is confident that he will definitely make a comeback. At that time, he will exchange it for Inel in your hands at the exchange rate at that time! I ask you again to help my master, come on, and help my master!"

The crowd seemed even more passionate with the encouragement of the man in black. In fact, people were not interested in the experience of the baron. The only thing they were interested in was the exchange rate of 1:7. The people holding Sura rushed forward and couldn't wait to hand over all the Sura they had for their family, and after confirming the number through the scale, they got the Inels.

Everyone's face was filled with a smile of making a profit. After the exchange, although some people said some comforting words such as "Your master will do it", privately, I'm afraid everyone is saying that the baron is a complete fool.

The idiot shrank on the edge of the square and silently listened to the man in black's explanation over and over again. Until he confirmed that there was no more information, he glanced at the scale on the high platform coldly, and then slowly retracted back into the dark alley.

"So, what are you going to do?"

The voice of Animi sounded very confident. Perhaps, he had already learned something from the information just now. For his "interest", he began to test the idiot.

The idiot squatted on the ground, looking at the snow in front of him without saying a word. Seeing this, An Mie sneered again: "The ticket for 50 Sula is exchanged at a market price of 1:6.204, which is 310.2 Inel. You have 13 Sula in your hand, and even if you exchange it at that high exchange rate, you only have 91 Inel. Plus the 2 Inel you own, you have a total of 93 Inel. The money is still far from enough."

The idiot was silent for a long time, and then he pulled out the Animi and began to paddle on the snow.

Unlike numbers, idiot just draws vertical lines on the snow. He first draws 13 vertical lines, and then draws 7 short vertical lines under each vertical line. After looking at it for a while, he felt that idiots did not seem to be performing some very efficient calculation method, but more like a clumsy technique that even the basic concept of multiples cannot be calculated.

"...Hey, boy. Before you think about it, I'll ask... Have you ever been to school?"

The idiot's marking hand stopped, he seemed to be a little tired of scratching, and sweat broke out in his palms.

"……No."

"Then...that is to say, you don't know multiplication or division? Even the most basic addition and subtraction method do you have to use this method to calculate?"

A confused expression appeared on the idiot's face. Obviously, he showed inexplicable unfamiliarity with the words "multiple" and "division".

This is not surprising. He has lived a life of surviving in dark alleys since he was a child. He has an unparalleled sense of the concept of money, but he has never been to school and has received education. Even if he knows that "the sum of three 3s is 9", he will definitely not know the multiplication formula of "three 3s get 9".

A little embarrassment appeared in the bloody pupils. An Mie and the idiot looked at each other, frozen in the alley, leaving only the little baby girl blinking, smiling at the idiot's face, making a whimpering sound...

"Well, boy, give me the command of your right arm for the time being."

"Hey, I mean to leave it to me for the time being. I am connected with you, and before you officially pull me out, the commander-in-chief of the body is you. Of course, I need your consent if I want to get the command. Even if it is convenient for you to think of a method, I don't have the patience to see you continue to do this one by one, and you won't be able to figure out this matter until next year."

The idiot was still looking at the blood pupils, for a long time, for a long time... After about five minutes of such a confrontation, his right arm suddenly shook and moved himself.

At this moment, the idiot's right arm became extremely flexible. The Anmio, who was held in his hand in the form of a dagger, was almost like dancing! His five fingers kept playing with the dagger, and using an extremely casual and straightforward technique to clearly list the exchange formula that Anmio just mentioned on the snow and write out the numbers.

"Okay, 1:6.204, 1:7, 310.2 Inel, 13 Sura, 91 plus 2 in total 93 Inel. The numbers are all here. Now, move your little head, you need to think, is that Baron named Flod really a fool? Or is a cunning fox planning some kind of conspiracy?"

Seeing the formula listed, the idiot's confused eyes just now disappeared, and returned to the coldness of the past. After thinking for a while, he made a very decisive conclusion.

"fraud."

"Haha, it's very interesting."

Anmio controlled his right arm, wrote "Baron" on the snow, then put a bracket behind it and wrote "Scammer".

In this world, no one will do something that is obviously unfavorable to them. Moreover, there is absolutely no lunch in the world. If someone treats you well and gives you money, the sweeter the other person smiles, the more he wants to reject this temptation. Because the bloody knife is often dug out together with your intestines before the lunch you have eaten has reached the stomach.

"If it's just like this, it seems that the Baron is indeed losing money. But if the scope of thinking is expanded, the subsequent impact of this action will be revealed."

"Haha, boy, I find it easy to talk when you infer. Of course, I hope this is not the only time you can speak. OK, what can be shown next?"

"Okay OK, I won't say anything more. Say it."

"The value between two currencies will only take effect when the two currencies are exchanged."

"Haha, in other words, if there is only one currency, there will be no so-called difference or so-called exchange rate."

"The money in this town cannot be exchanged with other cities due to the treaty. That is to say, after this Baron's large exchange, the number of Sura in the town will be greatly reduced, and the number of Inel will increase significantly."

"Funny, you got the point. Keep talking."

"Since there is no possibility of redeeming it to Sura again in a short period of time, the town will be completely traded by Inel as the main currency. However, since everyone can exchange Inel to the Baron at 1:7, if I were the seller of the goods, I would definitely not be willing to sell the goods at the original price before the exchange."

"Haha, simply put, the price will definitely increase. And it is a huge price increase in the whole town."

"This big price increase will completely flatten the surplus caused by the exchange rate of 1:7, which means that for those converters, it is equivalent to not making any profit at all."

"Hahahaha! You have more money in your hands and more money in my hands. Of course, I don't want to sell you things at a cheap price. Humans are really an interesting animal. In this way, since there is no Sura, they can no longer exchange it for another currency, and this price increase will definitely bring back the surplus. Of course, what will happen if this situation continues, Sura continues to decrease and Inal continues to increase?"

"It will become...well...a situation where many, many, many, many, many, many, many, and many, only a few, could be bought before."
Chapter completed!