On that evening, after everyone happily carried the exchanged Inel home happily, some rumors began to spread from somewhere.

"Do you know? The Baron is not a fool. The reason why he exchanged Sura like this was completely different."

"He is a criminal who specializes in making counterfeit coins. The fake Inal he made has reached the point where he can be real."

"He exchanged like this is actually just to exchange the fake Inel in his hand for the real Sura in the hands of others. After raising enough Sura, he will definitely fly away and throw all his debts to us."

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In this way, rumors spread in all streets and alleys. No one knows where these rumors came from, and no one knows who was the first to say these rumors. In a small town, these rumors are like cancer cells, starting to spread rapidly and lurking into everyone's hearts.

Fake currency?

This news was undoubtedly a very heavy blow to those who were cheering Inel. Their heads fell from the sky of happiness, from the incompetent fool who mocked the Baron, to fear of this possibility.

No one will admit this because admitting this not only admits one's own stupidity, but also admits that one's own property has become a complete negative. Huge debts will be crushed on their heads because of their recognition, becoming an shackle that cannot be removed.

But he didn't admit it, but he couldn't get rid of his inner doubts. Is the Baron's claim to pay for Sura is still real? If it is not true, why would he be so generous and exchange Sura with so many numbers higher than the benchmark exchange rate?

The confused dark clouds and the doubtful Bingxiao began to spread in this small town.

Currency itself has no value.

Whether it is Sura or Inel, they are just tools used by exchanges. If they are not used, or if no one recognizes their value, then the currency is a pile of useless waste paper and copper pieces.

The next day, the rumors began to get worse and worse. Although people refused to believe this rumor, people also learned to be smart and knew to go to the trading station to watch the ratio of Sura and Inal today.

1:6.527

This number is already 0.323 higher than before the Baron began to exchange. Although this is a change that took place a month later, it also means that the Inel in people's hands has depreciated at this moment. Although they still make money through exchange, the amount they earned has shrunk to 0.493 Inel.

Under normal circumstances, this is a normal numerical change caused by the large-scale hoarding of Nesula in Kuwei Town and the large-scale use of Inel. However, due to yesterday's rumors, people's sense of distrust was immediately exacerbated by this number. When everyone doubted whether Inel in their hands was a counterfeit currency, the hidden seed of collapse finally sprouted and took root.

"I'm going to buy this bag of flour."

"Okay, sir, Shisula."

"Well, I'll give you 65 Inel."

"Sorry, sir, I only accept Sura, please don't give it to me Inel."

"Why? Isn't everyone's hands full now? Where is Sura?"

"What's the point of being so popular? I won't sell it if it's not Sula! The flour belongs to mine, and it's up to me to accept any currency or not!"

The above conversation began to appear in various occasions. At first, it was a small-scale dispute, but the distrust of Inal also expanded rapidly in this dispute. Soon, the entire town rolled up a poisonous fog that didn't want Inal, just as Sura traded. The direct result of such poisonous fog was that Inal, who was not trusted, quickly depreciated in an abnormal state. It was like a carriage falling off a cliff, and could no longer look back.

The town began to see signs of panic. When a currency is distrustworthy, the more it depreciates, the more it will depreciate. It will not stabilize when it falls to a certain point, nor will it be called "lower bottom". When the rumors of counterfeit currency swallow people's confidence, the ratio between Sura and Inel begins to grow bigger and bigger, and the jump is faster and faster. Just like a wild horse that has broken its reins, no one can hold its reins.

"Hey! Are you wrong?! A carrot actually costs two hundred Inel?!"

"Are you kidding? Just a stack of tissues. Usually, you only need two or three Inels to buy a pack. Now you actually want seventy-five Inels?!"

"Inflation" begins to exert its potential initiative. It is not a war, nor a disease, nor a political struggle. It just depreciates the currency. But such a simple truth is enough to destroy a small town, a city, and a country.

People were not stupid. At least, they did not think they would be stupid. They soon remembered who they had obtained the Inal in their hands, and rushed to the baron's mansion, holding a sickle and a hoe, and shouting loudly.

"Baron Flod! We're going to exchange Sura back! Now! Change it back to us quickly!"

"That's right! We won't play anymore! According to your agreement, now we will exchange Sula according to the market price!"

The Baron's Mansion has a private army, holding spears and swords, resisting those who are about to riot. The Baron himself sat in the reception room, savoring the deliciousness of red wine in the sound of the piano played by women.

"Only fools will go and exchange it for you."

The Baron laughed and raised his wine glass to toast the three politicians of Kuwei Town sitting in front of him. The three rulers also raised their wine glasses in their hands to celebrate their victory.

"The current ratio is only 1:6.527. If I change it now, wouldn't I lose a lot? No, even if it reaches the number 1:7, I will never change it. Those stupid civilians are just making trouble there. The more violent the quarrels are, the more they are proven their anxiety."

The Baron didn't care at all, because he had the most elite private troops under his command. With the three big-bellied politicians in front of him as a guarantee, he was absolutely not afraid of the civilians. If they really had the courage to break in, the Baron would never be stingy to kill a warning to him.

"cheers."

The four cups collided gently, and all the four people showed satisfied smiles on their faces. Then, with the melodious piano sounds echoing in the room, they showed happy laughter...

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Chapter completed!