Destroyed trust
In the evening of this day, all the people happily embrace the exchange back to enel happy home, I do not know where, gradually began to spread some rumors.
"You know what? The baron is not a fool, and he came to sulla in this way for another purpose."
"He is a criminal who makes fake money. He makes fake inels to the point where they can be real."
"He was trading his own fake enel for the real sulla in the hands of the others. And when he gets enough sulla, he'll run away and leave all his debts to us."
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And so on, rumors spread through the streets. No one knows where the rumors came from or who first uttered them. In a small town, these rumors, like cancer cells, began to spread rapidly and lurk in everyone's heart.
Counterfeit money?
This news is undoubtedly a very heavy blow to those who hold enel in their arms. Their heads fell from the height of happiness, from the inept fool who laughed at the baron, to the dread of the possibility.
No one will admit this, because to admit this is not only to admit one's own stupidity, but to admit that one's own wealth has become a total negative number. A huge amount of debt will be weighed down by their admission, and will become an inescapable chain.
But the mouth does not admit, the heart of doubt but can not get rid of. Is the baron's claim of payment in sulla true? If not, then why would he be so generous, exchanging sura for more than the benchmark rate?
Dark clouds of confusion, clouds of doubt, began to spread through the town.
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Money, by itself, has no value.
Whether it is sura or inel, they are just tools for trading. If it is not used, or if no one acknowledges its value, it is a heap of paper and copper.
The next day, the rumor began to grow stronger, and even though people didn't believe it, they were smart enough to go to the trading station and watch the ratio of sulla to enel today.
1:6. 527
This figure is a full 0.323 higher than it was before the baron's conversion. Although this was a month apart, it also meant that the value of enel in people's hands had fallen. Although they still make money on exchanges, the amount they earn has shrunk to 0.493 inels.
In normal circumstances, this is due to the normal numerical changes caused by the massive hoarding of sura and the massive use of inel in the town of kuwi. But as a result of yesterday's rumours, distrust was immediately heightened by the figure. When all the people suspected that the inel in their hands is not a counterfeit, the hidden seeds, broken seeds, also finally germinated and took root.
"I'll buy this bag of flour."
"Yes, Sir, ten sulla."
"Well, here's 65 inels."
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'll take sulla. Please don't give me enel."
"Why? Isn't it inel in every hand now? Where's sulla!"
"What are you so angry about? I won't sell it if it's not sulla! The flour is mine, and I'll take it or leave it!"
The above dialogue is beginning to emerge in a variety of Settings, beginning with small disagreements, but also with a rapidly expanding distrust of enel. Soon the whole town was rolling up a toxic fog of no inns, just sula's business. As a direct result of this toxic fog, the untrusted enel depreciates rapidly in an abnormal state. It's like a carriage falling off a cliff, and there's no turning back.
There were signs of panic in the town. The more distrusted a currency was, the more its value would fall. It doesn't settle down to a point, and it doesn't have a "bottom." As rumors of counterfeit money ate away people's confidence, the ratio between sulla and enel began to grow larger and larger, jumping faster and faster. Like a runaway horse, there is no one to hold the REINS.
"Feed! Are you serious? ! Two hundred enyls for a turnip? !"
"Are you kidding? A pile of paper towels, usually only two or three enel can buy a pack, and now you want 75 enel? !"
"Inflation" is beginning to exert its potential dynamism. It is not war, nor disease, nor political struggle. It simply devalued the currency. But such a simple truth, is enough to destroy a town, destroy a city, destroy a country.
People are not stupid. At least, they don't think they're going to be stupid. They soon remembered from whom they had got enel, and rushed to the baron's house, Shouting with sickles and hoes.
'Lord flode! We need to get sulla back! Now! Give it back to us!"
"That's right! We're not playing! Just as you promised, now at market price, and exchange it for sulla!"
The baron's house had private troops, armed with spears and swords, to resist those who were on the verge of insurrection. And the baron himself is sitting in the parlor, in the female playing the piano, melodious taste of the delicious red wine.
"Only a fool would exchange it."
The baron laughed and raised his glass to the three leaders of Cuvier who sat before him, and the three men in power who raised their glasses to celebrate their victory.
"Now the ratio is only 1:6.527. If I change it back, I will lose a lot. No, even if it was 1:7, I would never change. Let those stupid commoners make a noise there, and the more they make it, the more they prove their anxiety."
The baron did not care because he had the best private army under him. With the three pot-bellied politicians in front of him as a guarantee, he was absolutely not afraid of those civilians. If they had the nerve to break in, the baron would have made an example of him.
"Cheers."
The four glasses bumped together, and all four of their faces beamed with satisfaction. Then, with the sound of the piano echoing in the room, they burst into laughter...
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People's anxiety, in winter highlights the short - term heat. But the heat of the moment couldn't stop the snowflakes in the sky. No one noticed, no one noticed, in a dark corner, a pair of eyes as cold as the snow, silently looking at all the people outside.
The idiot bit the baguette in his hand. He bought it yesterday for four inels, before the rumor spread. The baby girl sucked the liquid mixed with bread paste from the kettle to satisfy her hunger. The two children, one big and one small, crouched silently in the corner where the snow was beating, waiting.
"Well, greed can blind people to things they could have seen. A move that goes too far can turn a good thing into a bad thing."
Dark out with blood pupil, from the dark alley in the high baron's mansion, sneer.
"Lord Freud, if he were really wise, would have immediately exchanged the sulla at this time, and by putting them on the market in large quantities, would have kept the currency stable, and increased confidence in inel. It would cost him more or less, but it would not bring him to the worst."
The idiot's eyes gradually deflected, staring at the blood pupil. He was chewing his food and staring at it...
"Oh ha ha, I almost forgot. Human greed is also part of your plan. If the baron does so, your plan will be ruined."
The idiot took another bite of the bread in his hand, filled his stomach slightly, and stopped staring at the blood pupil. Quietly, quietly... Into the darkness of the alley...
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It's been an absolute disaster day for the people of covey. As a result of baron DE frode's close door, the immediate result of the people that already fragile confidence again collapsed. Even by calling the police, the townspeople, unable to get any help from the government, were immediately cornered.
Finally, at ten o 'clock that evening, the ratio exchange board on the trading station began to move frequently. It went from 1:6.527 to 1:6.7, 1:7, 1:8.4, 1:11...
In just two hours, the ratio changed by more than five points. And the pace continues to accelerate, choking everyone! No one can sleep!
On the morning of the third day, the ratio of sulla to enel finally passed the 1:20 mark. What does this number mean? That means you can only get 50 sullas for the thousand enel you have. The value of his fortune has fallen by three times. Also from the morning of the third day, enel began to be rejected by all stores, and all kinds of transactions became a black box without explicit price.
In quick succession, some factories declared bankruptcy and many workers lost their jobs.
Shop-streets have also declared bankruptcy, hoarding goods that cannot be traded.
People have also declared bankruptcy, renters have had their houses taken back by landlords, borrowers have had their houses repossessed by screaming creditors, and many have been driven out of their homes and onto the streets. Everywhere there were the cries of children, the curses of men, and the heaving sighs. Finally...