029, Action of Destruction

The idiot nodded and continued, "Because of this 'inflation', Inel will become less valuable. The amount of liquidity on the market will become larger and larger. The larger the liquidity, the less valuable it will be, and it will become a vicious cycle."

"That's right. The face value of coins with large flow will naturally become smaller. The face value of coins with small flow will gradually expand. Of course, this is based on the fact that neither of the two coins have been abandoned."

"If this continues, soon, the exchange rate between Sula and Inel will exceed 1:7. In a year, as long as the baron controls Sula and the external exchange rate, for this town of Kuwei, which cannot communicate with other cities, the exchange rate is completely up to him. In a year, the exchange rate will reach a relatively high level. At this time, he will go all the way to exchange Sula in his hand and exchange it at the exchange rate at that time according to the agreements signed."

"Money can make money. Even if you just play with the currency itself, it can increase the value of the property in your hands. It's just a pity that the common people, after losing Sura, they can't know the most intuitive ratio between the two currencies. The more they exchange now, the more money they will lose. I don't believe that all the people in this town are "idiots" like you, and they must also know the tricks inside. However, since they have not come out to intervene... Haha, it's conceivable that those people in power must have mixed up, want to get some benefits~~~!"

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

After the idiot finished speaking, he looked at the various nouns and data on the snow and fell into deep thought. And An Mie was also very sensible and stopped talking, and quietly waited for the idiot to finish thinking.

A moment later, the frost-like coldness appeared in the mist eyes. Anmi knew that he had figured out what he should do.

"Boy, you know how that baron makes money. But now let's see your conditions. You have to buy a train ticket worth 50 Sura before 18:00 the day after tomorrow. If there is no "accident", the baron will make huge profits through this method. Of course, you will become that "accident". But how should you use this hidden conspiracy to achieve your own goals?"

The idiot said a few words and asked An Mie to calculate the numbers obtained from the string of formulas he thought of. After several corrections, he finally knew the values ​​he needed, stood up, and wiped away the traces on the snow with his feet.

The sky gradually became gloomy.

The snowflakes in the sky began to fall to this small town where they didn't know they were unfortunate, and fell on those who had been redeemed with their eyes.

Can the cold snowflakes calm them down?

No, these "good intentions" snow quickly turned into water, turned into heat spread on people's foreheads, and disappeared.

On the second floor of a tavern next to the square, there was a bloated middle-aged man sitting. He held a glass full of red wine and looked at the restless crowd outside leisurely, with a smile on his lips.

"Mr. Baron."

A waiter walked forward and called softly.

The bloated middle-aged man turned around: "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."

"Speak?"

The middle-aged fat man tilted his head and asked, "Who wants him to spread the word?"

"He refused to say, sir. But the child said it was about business."

The middle-aged man held the wine glass and was silent for a moment. After thinking for a while, he waved his hand and signaled the little beggar to come in. The waiter responded. After a moment, he had a black hair, a ragged body, and a baby in his hand. A child about ten years old appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

"Hello, the noble Baron Flod."

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

Baron Flod snorted, he sipped the wine and said, "What the hell is it? Tell me quickly."

"Yes, Mr. Baron."

The little beggar bowed again, then took out a rolled piece of letter paper from his arms, held the baby in one hand, and handed it forward with the other. The baron used 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. The letter was nothing else, but a formal contract. The book states that a man named Raunold urgently needed Sura due to financial reasons. Therefore, he hoped to exchange the 100,000 Sura in the Baron's hands for a price of 1:7.5 in five days. In order to be honest, it was agreed that at 16:00 two days later, the little beggar who sent the contract would be exchanged first to express the sincerity between the two parties.

“1:7.5?”

The baron read the letter, looked at the little beggar in front of him, and then scanned the letter again. To be honest, the handwriting on the letter was very beautiful, obviously from the hands of an adult. From the lines, the other party should be very steady, not hurry or slow, and very patient.

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

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

"I don't know, sir."

The little beggar had a thin nose, squirted for a moment, and said, "A man wearing a cloak and covering his face gave me two Inels and asked me to give this letter to his husband. He also said that he would give me some Inels in two days, and come to your husband for money."

After saying that, the little beggar sucked his nose.

What does a 10-year-old little hairy child know? The baron no longer looked at the little beggar, but instead studied the letter in his hand.

To be honest, the number 1:7.5 is indeed very attractive. One hundred thousand sula can be turned into 107142 sula through this in and out. The total profit is 7142 sula! This does not include the profits brought by later value-added!

This is really a non-substantiable deal. It must be because he had already hoarded too much Sura, which caused the man named Ronold to be unable to exchange for a sufficient number of Sura in the trading market, right? Hehe, and he should also know that I exchanged it outward 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 was that Sura urgently needed, and it was extremely urgent~~~!

A smile gradually appeared on the corner of the baron's mouth. He pinched the contract book and threw it around with great contempt, despising the person who wrote the letter with a lofty attitude. After reading the contract book carefully again, he confirmed the true meaning of the contract book.

There was no requirement for him to pay any deposit.

In other words, the Baron just waits for the other party to send the money here. Whether the other party comes to exchange or not, there will be no loss for him. It is a good business that absolutely has no risks, just like a "pie falling from the sky"!

The Baron smiled. He smiled completely comfortably.

Then, he pinched up the quill that the waiter next to him had prepared, dipped it ink, and happily signed his name on the contract.

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

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

"After going back, tell the guy named Laurnold, not to mention 100,000, I can exchange it with him even if it is a million! As a businessman, there will always be times when he helps each other! Hahahaha!"

The fat hand put down the quill and picked up the wineglass again. Amid the somewhat out of control laughter, the little beggar thanked repeatedly, retreated 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, gradually turned into heavy snow and fell.

The idiot walked on the street, pulled open the contract book and looked at it, and stuffed it into his arms. He stepped on the steps, and the road he walked seemed to be slowly frozen, gradually extending with his steps...

"Do you really have the courage to do this?"

The voice of the dark demon still had habitual ridicule, and the blood-red pupils became the only brilliant color in the white world.

"This method is indeed vicious. But the result is that the collective bankruptcy of this town. I believe that at that time there will be more people who cut their wrists, jump off buildings, hang themselves, and commit suicide than after a war~~~"

It sounded like a consolation, but Anmi's tone was very relaxed. Obviously, he was very happy to see this situation.

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

"Ha, I'm giving you a vaccination to let you know what consequences you will have. I don't want to wait until that time when I see you being so confused and regretful, and being too ruthless for yourself. I still do it even though I know what will happen, that's what I meant to say these words."

The idiot stopped talking, his footsteps spread on the snow. His bloody pupils began to become more and more excited and more brilliant.

"Hahaha, it's so interesting! Come on and do it! Let me appreciate it. How do you implement this method that as long as you are good, even if you ruin others' family and people will die!"
Chapter completed!