the final step
A family of five in an apartment had been evicted from the house they had come to live in. They were crying, crying over the head of their child, crying over the neck of an old man, beating on the landlord's door, pleading for shelter in the warm room. After failing to receive a warm response, the man, stung by the cold outside and his last remaining will, took a sharp knife from his luggage and plunged it into his chest.
"Isn't it a lot like magic?"
Always cold eyes hide in the corner, looking at these scenes of idiocy, his mind again sounded dark out of sneer. With the cry of the woman over there and the cry of the child, the pupils of the blood-coloured pupils showed great appreciation of colour.
"Two days ago, the town was booming and everyone was making a killing. But two days later, the town began to go bankrupt, and everyone became poor. Ha ha ha! What more magical magic could there be?"
The idiot continued to look on coldly, watching the trees along the road begin to hang one rope after another, with which one after another of those who had lost all their property and business ended their lives. He took a bite of the bread and looked down...
The baby girl fell asleep. But for some reason, a cold feeling appeared on her face.
Perhaps it was too cold to spend a night in the snow.
"The idiot thought, holding the baby closer. He got up and walked out of the alley. Walk down the street outside, which has been lined up by hanging trees, to the trading station...
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This number appears most prominently on the trading site. More people despair about this number. But look at this number, the eyes of the idiot did not have the slightest intention to stop. The ratio is not enough, it has to be bigger... Let the city go bankrupt a little more dramatically. In this way, one can accomplish one's purpose.
Depression and depredation began to take the place of the town that had been buzzing for two days before, filled with people driven to death by their creditors and desperate to kill themselves, and filled with the smell of death. Inflation had gotten so out of control that it finally caught the attention of some reasonably smart people and started moving money.
The ratio of sura to inel is out of control in the town of kuwi, but it remains a normal benchmark elsewhere. However, in order to exchange, you must pay 50% of the tax, and the minimum tax amount is not less than the normal ratio of 1000 sura or 6204 enel in other areas. By transferring, you can save the rest of your money by losing half of it, but not everyone can afford the huge amount of taxes. And even if they could afford it, how many would be willing to part with half their fortune?
Toward noon, the ratio of sulla to enel finally reached the level the idiot wanted --
1:30
When the contrast card was just hanging up, the idiot immediately turned around, took out the 13 suras in his arms, and began to act.
Sulla has become an absolute rarity in this city. It is money, but under inflation it has gone far beyond the concept of money and become a scarce commodity that everyone wants to own. Sulla can still be bought and sold, and the price of sula is not in chaos, so when the idiot stands in front of a desperate man with thirteen sula in his arms, who is ready to hang himself, the man's hand holding the rope finally comes loose.
"1... 1:30? !"
To the man's surprise, the idiot just nodded coldly, with no expression on his face.
Is in? Or not?
The man who started his business as a tourist began to have a fierce ideological struggle. He had gone bankrupt, with only a heap of useless inns in his arms, and was on the verge of despair. But when he asked him to exchange the inel in his arms for such a high price to the boy who looked like a beggar, he was reluctant.
The idiot saw him hesitate and turned his head. Seeing that he was going to go, the businessman finally nodded and pulled him in.
"Change! I change! 1:30, right? Enel is... 390 enel! Here you are, all of them!"
Thirteen silver COINS in the hands of an idiot became a bag of heavy "useless" metal. He counted them, and immediately thrust the heavy package into his arms and into the alley.
His first step had been completed, but he had to wait again before carrying out his next plan. A small figure reappeared in front of the sign at the trading station. He looked at the comparison card and watched the Numbers roll on. 1:40... Then... 1:50...
Once the ratio reached 1:50, the sign was replaced, but within the next three minutes, people at the trading station began to whisper, and the higher ratio sign was never replaced.
The idiot knew it was time for him to wait. And now it's 15:30 in the afternoon. Before he left the trading station again, he strode toward the baron's house.
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"What? The suspension? !"
The baron, who had been quite at ease yesterday, was at last in a hurry. Perhaps in the background, he also knows what kind of problems such inflation will cause? But he did not dare to think of the result, because if he did, it would mean that he, too, would be bankrupt. His bankruptcy was more than a loss of property.
The value of money is in exchange, but if there are two currencies, the exchange itself can be regarded as a transaction. If one of the contrasting currencies has a value equal to 0, what happens?
The same thing is equal to 0 for that currency. Although the number of sulla in the baron's hands remains the same, in this town the sulla has lost the profits generated by comparison with inel, and simply exists as a single currency. But the baron had paid seven times the market price for the sulla, for which he had paid millions of inels. Once the ratio loses its meaning, he loses millions of inels out of thin air.
The suspension means that the people at the exchange are doing the math and wondering if they really want to put the 1:0 mark up. How could the baron not be in a hurry?
"Is there any way? Come on, do something about it! Inel must not lose its value!"
The baron's roar ran through the baron's house, and his accountants, in a cold sweat, tried to calculate every possible method. But nobody knows what to do... At least, there was no way for the baron to make money and save the city from bankruptcy.
"A bunch of crap! A bunch of useless crap! Go! Go talk to the people at the exchange! They stop trading first, in the meantime I will try to find a way! Never let them put up a 1-0 card, never!"
The servants answered, and the wind went away in a great hurry. With clenched teeth, the baron took the glass and opened the decanter to pour a little to calm himself. But his hands were shaking and he couldn't exactly pour the wine into the glass. In his anger, he threw the glass away and drank straight from the top.
"Sir! Sir! A child has asked to see you! '
A servant ran in.
"Children? Get rid of him! I don't have time for beggars! By the way, didn't I ask you this morning to argue that the inel I exchanged was not counterfeit? Why are the results getting worse and worse!"
The baron was in a bad mood. He threw the bottle on the ground and shouted at him.
The servant was startled, but she still trembled and said, "but... But Sir... The boy's hands..."
"What's in his hand? Is there a beast? !"
"His hands... The deed signed by you... !"
"Contract? !"
Suddenly the baron remembered the deed he had signed two days before. At the same time, he remembered the contents of the contract. It was then that his face, contorted with anxiety, began to glow infinitely!
'quick, get that boy in!
Perhaps the baron had never looked so excited since he was born. He arranged the dress on his body, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat upright on the sofa, waiting for the other party to enter.
A man named raunod will exchange for sulla at a price of 1:7.5. Besides, it's 100,000 sulla. This means that he will buy 750,000 enel and bring 100,000 solas out of the market. Once the sura starts circulating in the market, there will be a chain reaction of bailouts!
Sulla less, inel more, so inel devalued.
Inax less, sulla more, so sulla devalued.
A devaluation of sulla would free inel from the danger of zero. May not be completely out of the crisis, but can try their best to delay the time, for their own good next way!
And more importantly, this ratio conversion is still profitable for him!
In came the little beggar with the baby girl in his arms, the deed in his hand, and the moneybag containing 390 inels on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Sir, that Mr. Lawnold told me to exchange these enails for sulla. At the agreed price of 1:7.5."
The baron smiled, very happily. He hastened to have the quantity of inel counted, and to have tea brought for the little beggar to drink.
The little beggar did not drink, he just bowed his head, huddled aside, silent.
"My boy, where's that stranger from launid? Could you ask him to come and see me in person? No, tell me where the gentleman is, and I'll see him myself! '
Still the little beggar did not answer. He seemed to think in a daze and then replied, "Sir, that gentleman only told me to come and change for sulla."