The destruction of action

The idiot nodded and continued, "because of this inflation, enel will become less and less valuable. The amount that flows through the market becomes larger and larger. The bigger the fluid, the less valuable it is. It becomes a vicious circle."

"That's right. The face value of the coin with large circulation will naturally become smaller. And the denomination value of the coin with small current momentum will gradually expand. This, of course, is based on the fact that neither coin has been scrapped."

"If it goes on like this, soon the exchange rate for sulla to inel will be over 1:7. Within a year, as long as the baron had good control over the sulla and the foreign exchange, the exchange rate was entirely up to him in Cuvier, a town unable to exchange currencies with other cities. After a year, the exchange rate will reach a higher level. At the same time, he will go and exchange the sulla in his hand at the exchange rate at that time according to the agreements signed by the exchange partners."

"Money begets money. Even playing with the currency itself can increase the value of your assets. Pity the little people who, after the loss of the sulla, had no way of knowing the most intuitive ratio between the two currencies. The more you change now, the more you'll lose. I don't believe everyone in power in this town is an idiot like you. They must know what's going on. But since neither of them intervened... Oh, it is conceivable that those in power must also have a foot in the pie, want to get some benefits ~~~!"

"....................."

"Hey, hey, hey, I kind of want to stay here for a year and see what happens in this town a year from now."

When the idiot had finished, he was lost in thought, looking at the words and figures scratched in the snow. And dark out is also very sensible no longer speak, quietly waiting for the idiot thinking finished.

A moment later, a frosty chill appeared in those misty eyes. Darkout knew he had figured out what to do.

"Boy, you know how the baron makes money. But now let's look at your terms. You have to pay 13 suras and 2 inels for the train ticket worth 50 suras by 18:00 the day after tomorrow. If nothing 'unexpected' happens, the baron will make a lot of money this way. Of course, you will be the 'accident'. But how exactly are you going to use this hidden plot to your own ends?"

The idiot said a few words, let the dark out to calculate his mind that a string of formula to get the number. After several corrections, he finally knew what he needed, stood up, and wiped the snow with his feet.

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The sky, gradually become gloomy.

Snowflakes began to fall on the town, which did not know its own misfortune, on the people who had been exchanged for the money.

Can cold snow calm them down?

No, these "good intentions" of the snow in the crowd's agitation, soon, into water, into people's forehead spread hot air, disappeared.

On the second floor of a pub off the square sat a plump, middle-aged man. He held the glass full of red wine, very leisurely looking at the outside of the restless crowd, mouth, a smile.

"Monsieur le baron."

A waiter came forward and gave a gentle call.

The bloated middle-aged man looked back. "what's the matter?"

The waiter stooped and said humbly, "a beggar - like child wants to see you and says he has been asked to deliver a message."

"A message?

The middle-aged fat man cocked his head and asked, "who wants him to deliver news?"

"He won't, Sir. But the boy said it was about business."

The middle-aged man held his glass and was silent for a moment. After a little thought, he waved the little beggar in. The waiter answered, and a moment later a black-haired, ragged man with a baby in his arms, about ten years old, appeared before the middle-aged man.

"How do you do, noble Sir Sir Frode?"

The little beggar bowed awkwardly to the middle-aged man, as if he had just learned it from someone.

Baron frode snorted, took a sip of his wine, and said, "what is it? Speak quickly."

"Yes, Sir Baron."

The little beggar bowed again, then took out a roll of paper from his bosom, holding the baby in one hand and holding it forward in the other. The baron made a sign to the waiter beside him, who took the letter and gave it to the baron.

The baron opened it and looked at it. This letter is nothing but a formal contract. According to the book, a man named lorno was in urgent need of sulla for economic reasons. So five days later, at a price of 1:7.5, he hoped to get 100,000 solas from the baron. And in order to be honest, two days later at 16:00, will let send the contract to the small beggars to exchange some, to express the sincerity between the two sides.

"1:7.5?

The baron read the letter, then looked at the little beggar before him, then swept it again. To tell the truth, the handwriting on the letter was beautiful and clearly the hand of an adult. Between the lines, the other side should be very stable, not urgent not slow, and very patient.

"Now, who is this letter from?"

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

"I don't know, Sir."

The little beggar sniffed with a runny nose, and said, "a man with a cloak over his face gave me two ennels and asked me to give this letter to Monsieur. He said he would give me another inel in two days, and come to you, Monsieur, to exchange money."

Say that finish, the little beggar sniffed a snot.

What does a 10-year-old know? The baron stopped looking at the beggar and studied the letter in his hand.

To be honest, the figure of 1:7.5 is very attractive indeed. A hundred thousand sulla, by going in and out like this, becomes 107142 sulla. A full profit of 7142 sula! This still does not include the profit that the late increment brings!

This is really a no-money deal, presumably because he has been hoarding too many suras, so that the man named lorno can't exchange enough suras at the exchange market? Hey, hey, and he should know that I'm cashing out at 1:7 and have to raise the rate to 1:7.5. So, although the other side wrote very calm, but the real situation is the need for sulla, and urgent!

A smile grew on the baron's lips. He held the contract in his hand, and swung it to and fro with great contempt, with lofty contempt for the writer. After going over the contract again, he confirmed its true meaning --

It doesn't require him to pay any bond.

In other words, the baron just waited for the money to arrive. No matter the other party is to exchange or not to exchange, for him no loss. It is a good business without any risk, just like "pie in the sky"!

The baron smiled. I smiled with complete relief.

Then he picked up the quill pen that the waiter had prepared, dipped it in ink, and signed his name cheerfully on the deed.

"This is your lucky day, little one."

The baron rolled up the deed, tied it with a golden cord, and gave it to the waiter. And the waiter, knowing what to do, took four ennels from his bosom and gave them to the little beggar, together with the piece of writing paper.

"When we get back, tell that guy loraud that I can give him a million, not a hundred thousand! Businessmen, there is always a time to help each other! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The fat hand put down the quill and took up the wine glass again. In that some gaffes of laughter, the little beggar thanked, while backward left, finally, out of the hotel.

Humble eyes, out of the hotel in the moment into the frost. The snow in the sky under the thicker, away from the heat of the square, gradually into a snow, fell down.

The idiot walked down the street, opened the contract, read it, and stuffed it into his arms. He stepped, the road he walked through as if in slowly frozen, with his footsteps gradually extended...

"Do you really have the courage to do such a thing?"

Dark out of the voice is still with habitual ridicule, blood red pupil became the only color in the white world.

"It's a very poisonous method. But the result was the town's collective bankruptcy. Surely there will be more people cutting their wrists, jumping off buildings, hanging themselves and killing themselves than after a war."

It sounded reassuring, but the tone was very relaxed, and it was clear that he was very pleased with the situation.

Idiotic cold eye pupil glanced at dark one eye, coldly way: "rare, you can worry about the life and death of others unexpectedly."

"Oh, I'm just warning you of the consequences of your actions. I don't want to wait until that time to see you in a stupid2) stupid3) stupid4) stupid4) stupid4) state, frustrated that you tried too hard. That's what I meant when I said it."

The idiot stopped talking, and his steps spread through the snow. The red pupils began to become more and more excited, more and more full of color.

"Ha ha ha, what fun! Come on, do it! Let me see how you carry out such a scheme, which you do not mind, if you are good enough, even if you destroy others' houses."

The cold snowstorm began to grow thick, blowing the north wind did not fear the warmth of spring, the warmth refused to be far away. The town is slowly freezing, in no one aware of the situation, the frozen ground, has spread to the bottom of everyone's feet...