A family of five in an apartment was driven out of the house where they lived. They cried loudly, hugged the child's head, cried bitterly, hugged the old man's neck, slapped the landlord's door, begging the other party to let him hide in the warm house. After never getting a warm response, the man was frostbitten by the outside ice cold, took out a sharp knife from his luggage and stabbed it into his chest.

"Is this a lot like a kind of magic?"

The idiot who had always been hiding in the corner and watching these scenes, a dark sneer sounded in his mind again. Along with the screams of the woman over there and the cry of the child, a very admirable color appeared in his bloody pupils.

"Two days ago, this town was thriving, and everyone made a big profit and became a rich man. But two days later, the town began to go bankrupt one after another, and everyone became paupers. Hahaha! Is there any more magical magic than this?"

The idiot was still watching coldly. He watched as ropes began to hang from the trees beside the road, and people who had taken away all their property and careers ended their lives with those ropes. He took a bite of bread and looked down...

The little baby girl fell asleep. But for some reason, a seemingly cold feeling appeared on her face.

Maybe it was because the night spent on a snowy night was too cold.

The idiot thought about this and hugged the little baby girl tighter. He stood up and walked out of the alley. He walked along the street outside that had been lined up by "hanging trees" and headed towards the trading station...

1:25

This number appears in the most eye-catching position on the trading station. For this number, more people are desperate. But looking at this number, there is no sign of stopping in the idiot's eyes. The difference is not enough, it must be expanded a little more... Let the city go bankrupt a little more violently. Only in this way can one achieve one's own goal.

Depression and sorrow began to replace this town that was plagued by the turbulent two days ago. People forced to death by creditors and those who committed suicide were filled with the scent of death everywhere. Inflation has been seriously out of control, and this out of control has finally attracted the attention of some smart people and began to transfer property.

The ratio of Sula to Inel has been out of control in Kuwei Town, but it still maintains a normal benchmark in other places. However, if you want to exchange it out, you must pay 50% of the tax, and the minimum tax amount is not less than the normal ratio of Sula or 6204 Inel in other regions. As long as you transfer, you can use half of the loss to save your remaining property, but not everyone can afford this huge amount of tax. And even if you can afford it, how many people are willing to cut off half of their property?

As noon approaches, the ratio of Sura and Inel finally reaches the value that the idiot wants-

1:30

The moment the comparison card just hung up, the idiot immediately turned around, took out the 13 Sura in his arms, and started his action.

Sula has become an absolute rare item in this city. It is currency, but under inflation, it has far exceeded the concept of currency itself and has become a rare item that everyone wants to have. Sula can still buy and sell normally, and Sula's price is not chaotic, so when the idiot holds the thirteen Sula in his arms and stands in front of a man with a desperate look on his face, the man's hand holding the rope finally loosened.

“1…1:30?!”

At the surprise of that person, the idiot just nodded coldly, without any expression on his face.

Should I change it? Or not?

This man who started his business as a businessman began to have a fierce ideological struggle. He was bankrupt, with only a lot of useless Inal in his arms, and walked to the brink of despair. But when he asked him to exchange Inal in his arms for such a high price for the child who seemed to be a beggar in front of him, he felt a little unwilling.

Seeing that he was hesitating, the idiot immediately turned his head. Seeing that he was about to leave, the businessman finally nodded and grabbed him.

"Switch! I'll change! 1:30, right? If it's Inel, it's...390 Inel! I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you all!"

The thirteen silver coins in the idiot's hand turned into a pack of heavy "useless" metal pieces. After counting the numbers, he immediately stuffed the pack of heavy things into his arms and walked into the alley.

His first step has been completed, but before implementing the next plan, he must wait again. A short figure reappeared in front of the sign at the trading station. He looked at the comparison card and watched the numbers on it continue to roll, 1:40...1:45...1:50...

After the ratio reached 1:50, the sign was replaced, but within the next three minutes, people on the trading station began to whisper, and the higher ratio brands were never replaced.

The idiot knew that the time he had been waiting for was already up. At this moment, it was already 15:30 in the afternoon. He left the trading station again and walked towards the Baron's Mansion with great strides.

"What? Suspension?!"

The Baron, who was very leisurely yesterday, finally showed a panic look at this moment. Perhaps in a vague sense, he also knew what problems such inflation would cause? But he didn't dare to think about the result, because once he thought about it, it would mean that he would go bankrupt. And his bankruptcy was not just about losing property.

The value of a currency lies in exchange. However, if two currencies appear, their mutual exchange can be regarded as a transaction. If one of the currencies that are in contrasting is equal to 0, what will the result be?

The currency that compares with that kind of currency is equal to 0. Although the number of huge Suras in the baron's hands remains unchanged, in this small town, those Suras have lost the profits generated by comparison with Inel and can only exist simply as a single currency. However, the Baron has obtained these Suras at 1:7 above the market price, and for this reason he has paid millions of Inel. Once the ratio loses its meaning, he loses millions of Inel's property out of thin air.

The suspension means that the exchange is calculating and considering whether it is really necessary to hang the 1:0 price. How can the Baron not be in a hurry?

"Is there any way? Hurry up, give me a solution, and I must not lose my value!"

The Baron's roar rushed around the Baron's mansion, and his accountants were sweating coldly on their heads, desperately calculating various possible methods. But no one knew what to do...at least, none of them would make money and save the crisis of urban bankruptcy.

"A bunch of waste! A bunch of useless waste! Go, hurry up and talk to the people on the exchange! They will stop trading first. During this period, I will find a way! You must not let them hang the 1:0 trading sign, absolutely not!"

The servants agreed and the wind went away in a hurry. The baron gritted his teeth, picked up the glass of wine, opened the red wine bottle and wanted to pour some wine to calm himself down. But his hands were trembling, and he could not accurately pour the red wine into the cup no matter what. In anger, he threw away the glass and drank it directly in the bottle mouth.

"Sir! Sir! A child asked to see you!"

A servant ran in.

"Child? Drive him away! I don't have time to deal with those beggars! By the way, didn't I ask you to argue this morning that the Inal I exchanged was not counterfeit currency? Why did the result still get worse and worse!"

The Baron was in a bad mood, so he threw the bottle on the ground and scolded him loudly.

The servant was startled, but she still said tremblingly: "But...but...but sir... in the hands of that child..."

"What is there in his hand? Can there be a beast?!"

"He has a contract signed by you...!"

"contract?!"

In an instant, the Baron remembered the contract he signed two days ago. At the same time, he also remembered the contents of the contract. It was at this moment that his face, which was twisted due to anxiety, began to shine with infinite light!

"Come on, call that child in!"

I'm afraid the Baron has never had such an excited expression since he was born. He sorted out his dress, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, sat upright on the sofa, waiting for the other party to enter.

A man named Raunold will exchange Sula for 1:7.5. Moreover, it is 100,000 Sula. This means that he will acquire 750,000 Inel and drain 100,000 Sula out of the market to revitalize. Once Sula begins to circulate on the market, it will produce a chain reaction of saving the market!

There are fewer Sura and many more Inel, so Inel depreciates.

Inel is a little, Surah, so Surah depreciates.

As long as Sula depreciates, she can free Inel from the crisis of returning to zero. Maybe she won’t completely get rid of this crisis, but she can do her best to delay time and think of the next method for herself!

What’s more important is that such a ratio exchange is still profitable for him!

The little beggar holding the baby girl walked in. He held the contract book in his hand and placed the 390 Inel on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Sir, Mr. Ronold told me to exchange these Inels for Sura and exchange them at an agreed price of 1:7.5."

The Baron smiled and smiled happily. While he was busy asking someone to calculate the number of Inel, he asked someone to bring tea and let the little beggar drink it.

The little beggar didn't drink, he just lowered his head, hugged aside, and remained silent.

"Child, where is that Mr. Ronold? Can you ask him to meet him in person? No, please tell me where the gentleman is, and I will go to see him in person!"
Chapter completed!