This game is too real.

Chapter 785 The Duke of Nihak who stabbed his friend in both sides
"Dear Mr. Li Minghui, we are friends, right?"

Li Minghui, who was drinking tea and watching a drama in the office of the Presidential Palace, suddenly received such a strange "harassing call".

The reason why it was called a harassing call was not because of the identity of the caller, but because the guy called from an inside line but only asked such an inexplicable question.

It's no less than the person next to him sending a message out of the blue during his working hours asking if he still loves him.

"Of course... Did something happen during the exercise?"

He glanced at the schedule subconsciously. It seemed that there was nothing worth mentioning today except that the Alliance Burning Corps had a landing exercise on the northern beach.

However, Fang Chang's next sentence was beyond his expectation.

"That's not true, the exercise went smoothly, but I noticed that you plan to sell the Empire a battleship similar to the Haiya. Although this call may be redundant, I still want to confirm the problem with the main gun. Refuge As a rescue agency, we don't want the technology we've unearthed to be used in—"

"Oh——, that's about it," Li Minghui was stunned, and then said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about that, we're not interested in making trouble for ourselves."

By the way, isn't this guy a member of the board of directors of Beijima Heavy Industries, how can he not know about such a large arms sales project?

Is it interesting to ask so knowingly——

and many more.

Li Minghui reacted suddenly.

Could it be that the managers of the alliance are actually asking?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. After all, with Mr. Fang Chang's IQ, he couldn't even see such an obvious thing.

After all, this business is not something that can be decided by the South China Sea Alliance unilaterally. The authorities just helped to lead the negotiation of this big order, and then took a share (tax) from the advance payment. When will the delivery be made? Doesn’t the shipyard have the final say on whether the cargo and cabins are leaky or not?

And take a [-] step back, wait until the survivors of the Borneo province really unite, so what if they ship it?
At that time, the real headaches should be the enemies of the survivors, such as the Willant people who are still dreaming of conquering the world, not the survivors of the river valley provinces and even the southern seas that have already united.

Thinking of this, he immediately changed his official tone, cleared his throat and said seriously.

"For us, the reputation of the Empire is somewhere between the Torch and Charas, and there is no reason for us to deliver a piece of equipment to the current Empire that may threaten our own. But from my standpoint, it is difficult for me to refuse Send money to your door, we need money, it’s as simple as that... Also, send my regards to your administrator, the survivors of the South China Sea Alliance welcome him to visit the southern waters at any time.”

Fang Chang probably guessed what he was misunderstanding, but he didn't expose his misunderstanding, he just smiled and said.

"I see, I wish you a happy life. In addition, I will convey your greetings to Mr. Manager. He has always wanted to come here to see, but I am afraid he will have to wait until after the war is over."

The phone hangs up.

Fang Chang smiled and picked up the newspaper with exaggerated headlines, threw it back to the dumbfounded mosquito, then tapped the VM with his index finger to end the voice synchronization.

"The NPCs in this game are more realistic than you imagine, and they are also much smarter...Of course, Duke Nihak is an exception. He is real in another sense."

Thinking that not all NPCs are smart, Fang Chang added a patch after this sentence, coughed lightly and said.

"Maybe it's a problem with education, maybe it's because the slaves in Borneo spoiled him. In short, he can't understand that civilization is the product of the game for the time being, but understands civilization as a matter of course. He thinks he No one can see his cleverness, and everyone can see that he treats others as fools, but he is too lazy to expose it, and retaliates quietly... It's as simple as that."

He recorded a copy of the call.

Although he felt that the manager must know everything, in order to reduce unnecessary misunderstandings, he should take the initiative to report it.

After all, he really didn't want to be called back by Xiaoyu for questioning.

Mosquito froze for a while, and finally gave a thumbs up sincerely.

"Awesome! It's so dirty..."

"I'll just take it as you are praising me."

Fang Chang smiled faintly, thanked the waiter for the Mojito, and then continued slowly.

"To answer your previous question, I never thought of being their godfather, but the fact is as you can see... At least before their wings grow hard, they really have to call me daddy."

Just like the declaration made by the administrator that day, all goods can be purchased with the currency of the alliance, but any currency will never allow the exchange of honor and dignity.

Think you're doing it again?
Then come try it.

……

For Nihak, 300 billion Xilan coins and 5000 million silver coins are trivial matters.

After all, even if he lost King Gallon Port, he is still the honorable Mr. Duke, at most he just lacks a governor's hat.

However, for the survivors in Huzhou and Baozhou, especially those workshop owners who bought the sewing machines of the Union brand, as well as the short-term and long-term workers who stepped on the sewing machines and smoked, they complained endlessly after being stabbed with two knives. All the waists are bleeding profusely.

The cloth city of White Tiger City.

The usually bustling booth was even more "lively" this time. I saw an empty booth full of middle-aged people and young men in long shirts and short shirts.

Some of them are the owners of the nearby tailor shop, some are the tailors who work for the master in the nearby village, and some are the guys in the nearby garment factory.

Some of these people are tall, some are short, some are fat and some are thin. The differences in clothing, skin color and temperament are greater than that of cows and humans. Filled with righteous indignation these words.

An old man who looked quite prestigious walked in the front, pointing to the white words written on the blackboard, his index finger and beard trembling in anger.

"Fifty Xilan for one kilogram of cotton cloth?! Are you crazy about money?!"

Seeing someone coming forward, the people behind also yelled.

"that is!"

"unacceptable!"

"Everyone is open for business, how can you be so unreasonable!"

The guy sitting behind the booth had an indifferent expression on his face, glanced sideways at the old man who ran the tailor shop, then looked at the group of booing guys behind him, and said impatiently.

"Reasonable? Hehe, you think [-] is too expensive today, and I'll see what you'll say when it rises to [-] tomorrow. For this price, do you want it or not?"

The crowd in front of the booth was in an uproar when they heard the news, but the guy sitting behind the booth was not afraid at all, and picked his earwax instead.

Two burly men stood beside the booth, like two ferocious tigers, staring so hard that the survivors dared not speak.

White Tiger City is the largest settlement in Huzhou, and the cloth market located in White Tiger City is the largest cloth trading market in the entire Huzhou. It has nothing to do with the men of the Tiger Army. Can you open a business here?

Want to eat fart!

But it’s really strange to say that the price of this cloth was not so exaggerated. One kilogram of cotton is only 10~15 Xilan, and it is doubled into cotton cloth for 20~30 Xilan. The price is 16~24 gallons and sold to Jin The merchants in Gallon Harbor occasionally settled with silver coins.

That is, one kilogram of cotton cloth is 1.6~2.4 silver coins.

The textile industry was the first industry to flow into Huzhou from Jingalun Port, and Huzhou's high-quality and cheap cotton cloth also supported half of the prosperous export trade of Jingalun Port.

However, I don’t know what happened recently. Suddenly, a large group of businessmen rushed over from Jin Gallon Port, and stuffed sacks of Xilan coins into his boss’s hands. Not only did they eat up the inventory of the textile factory, but even next year’s Orders are booked.

Those guys are like crazy, as if the money in their hands is not their own money, but some kind of cheap money.

Although the businessmen in Jin Gallon Port are rich and oily is the inherent impression of Huzhou survivors, but they were not so crazy in the past.

There is an unwritten but recognized exchange rate between gallons and siran coins, usually 4 gallons for 5 siran.

These people's Xilan coins are also exchanged for gallons, unless they get a cheaper exchange rate from the bank or other places.

He was just a buddy, so naturally he didn't know where those merchants got so many Xilan coins, he only heard that the money was indeed issued by the royal family.

Those merchants were afraid that they would not accept it, so they specially brought a voucher issued by the lending bank, which was enough to prove that the money was clean and sound.

Although it is strange, the door-to-door business must be done, so the entire textile factory in Huzhou has been sold out.

Generally speaking, most of the cloth that flows into the cloth market from the textile mills is the bulk goods left by the garment factories, but this time the major textile mills were squeezed out by the flood of Xilan coins, and there were no drops left in the market. Naturally, the cloth can only rise accordingly.

The people crowded in front of the booth made a lot of noise and shoving, but after all, no one dared to act wildly on the warlord's territory, so they could only swallow their breath.

Some of the servants who made clothes for the master paid the money readily, anyway, they didn't spend their own money, and their master was not short of money.

There are also some small shopkeepers who counted their fingers and found that it would be a loss to buy materials at this price and go back to make clothes, so they left cursing.

Some people heard that the price of cloth was going to rise, and they thought it was possible to speculate, so they quickly took out Xilan coins and bought them first.

More residents who passed by were talking about whether another major incident happened in Mammoth City.Some people even spread the news of the defeat of the Arayan army in a panic, saying that the shrouds and bandages on the front line were in urgent need, which made the price of the cloth skyrocket.

However, this analysis seems to be too one-sided.

After all, not only the price of cloth, sugar cane, sugar, soybeans, corn and other messy things are all rising.

Some people cursed the Moon Clan people, thinking that it was the unclean blood. The curse killed the fate of the empire. Only by drawing a big formation with their blood can the curse be broken.

Some also cursed the merchants in Gold Gallon Port. After all, those guys who took advantage of the fire to rob are really immoral, and the origin of this Xilan coin must be disgraceful.

Some knowledgeable people muddle-headedly scolded Chu Guang, the alliance manager who was in command at the front line of Haiya province.

The reason why I say knowledgeable is that people who haven't read a few second-hand newspapers really don't necessarily know the name of the alliance manager.

This is the bitterness of being in the cocoon. Due to the lack of channels to obtain information, sometimes you only see a slap when you are beaten, but you don't know where the slap was.

I don't even know where the slap came from.

On the other side, the suburbs of White Tiger City.

There are hundreds of pedal sewing machines crowded in the ten-acre factory building, and the sound of "lululu" rang non-stop in the factory building.

This garment factory named "Farhan" was run by a tiger businessman named Farhan. It is not only the largest garment factory in Baihu City, but also the earliest factory in Huzhou. .

Two months ago, the Supreme Commander of the Tiger Army, Chief Jehawan, bought this factory with a small sum of money, and then invested an additional 1000 million gallons, purchased a batch of equipment from Jin Gallon Port, and expanded the factory. The production scale of the factory.

And the factory lived up to General Jha's expectations.

One-fifth of the towels, curtains, quilts, and shirts used by the residents of Port Jin Gallon are produced here.

The tiger businessman who sold the factory back then probably regretted it.

The entire factory is like a money printing machine, continuously supplying cash and milk to the Tigers, so much so that today's Tigers, like the defenders of King Gallon Port, have replaced the LD-47 with a full flavor of the Alliance. That equipment is much better than that of the Gray Wolf Army.

Just as the long-term workers stepped on the sewing machines and wanted to fly, the accountant in charge of the accounts also pressed the calculator quickly, and calculated the accounts meticulously against the account books.

Although the goods exported from Huzhou to Jingalun Port are earned in gallons, that is, foreign exchange, this gallon cannot be directly used in Huzhou.

Whether it's dinars, silver coins, or gallons, they need to be "settled" before they can be truly deposited into the factory's bank account in Baihu City or the bank.

After all, the empire is not the South China Sea Alliance where the "local currency collapses". Neither gallons nor silver coins can be directly circulated in the empire in a legal sense, at most they are used privately.

The factory can use the foreign exchange balance to purchase equipment from the Golden Gallon Port, but gallons must be exchanged for Xilan coins in order to purchase raw materials in the empire and pay workers.

Therefore, it is a routine job that the accounting office has to do every month, comparing the remittance records of the bank to confirm which part of the gallons will be used for foreign exchange settlement and which part of the gallons will be used for equipment purchases or to pay for external technical personnel.

The banks in Baihu City have relatively loose control over foreign exchange, mainly because the warlords don't know much about it, so they usually leave it to the people below.

The people below didn't understand either, so they just copied the model of the King Gallon Port, and saw what those who got fat first did it, and they did it.

It is precisely because of this that general property owners can decide when to settle foreign exchange and how much to settle, saving silver coins and reporting to the bank.

However, this month is quite weird.

First, the payment received by the garment factory was forcibly settled into Xilan coins according to the exchange rate last month, and then the profit on the ledger was reduced from more than 1000 million Xilan coins at the beginning of the month to minus 200 million. The old man in charge was taken aback.

The first one is actually nothing. This garment factory is owned by the warlords, and the bank where the foreign exchange is settled is also run by the military men in Huzhou.

He didn't bother to care about those masters who were left handed and right handed. Anyway, no matter which pocket the money was in, it was the master's pocket, as long as he knew where it went.

Those who really need to worry are those small workshops. After all, those gallons and even silver coins that have not been settled in the bank are earned by themselves. The bank in Baihu City confiscated the silver coins in their accounts by playing this trick. It is true. I don't even want reputation.

But it was the second problem that killed him.

Why is the profit gone?

"Strange... Where's the money?"

How come more and more production is getting poorer?
The old man looked confused, slobbered his index finger, forced himself to turn over and over the ledger in his hand calmly, and finally found clues in the raw materials.

In just one month, the price of cotton cloth has doubled, and even the most stable price of linen has risen by [-]%.

The profit in the first half of the month was directly eaten up by the price increase of raw materials in the second half of the month. No wonder he was so busy that he lost 200 million Xilan coins at the end of the month.

This is no small matter.

In the first half of the month, I made a profit at least a little bit, and when I counted it all together, I only lost a little bit.

If this trend continues, they may lose 2000 million Xilan coins next month, and they will go bankrupt within half a year at most!
The account manager was sweating profusely, and was about to get up to find the factory manager, when the foreman on duty suddenly knocked on the door and walked in, looked at him sitting behind the desk and said cautiously.

"Master...the workers are clamoring for wages, do you think you can pay them the money first?"

In fact, it was not a big deal to be in arrears of wages for a week or two. Those free people who are long-term workers are quite able to endure hardships and are very sympathetic to the master.

However, I don't know what happened recently. Except for the red soil, the price of the entire Baihu City has not increased, and even the soybean meal for livestock has increased.

The accountant's expression froze, and he sat back on the buttocks of the chair he had just moved, and gave the foreman a dark look.

"My account has not been settled yet, why are you urging!"

The foreman said with a bitter face.

"Master, I'm not urging you, I'm not in a hurry... mainly those who are doing the work are in a hurry."

The account manager waved his pen impatiently, as if he was still busy.

"Let them go to work first, General Jha's family property is so big, will they be short of this little money? Love to work, don't do it, don't bother me to count the money."

The foreman looked aggrieved and complained incessantly, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only walk out of the office with his head down.

For a whole day, the whole White Tiger City seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, from the small business cloth market to the big business factories.

The workers were busy from morning to night, and the accountants were busy from night to morning, but no one saw where the Xilan coin went.

Except for the farmers who sell cash crops such as cotton and sugar cane, and the nobles in the manor.

Those who are upstream or at the source of the industrial chain are the least affected, and can even be said to be the biggest beneficiaries of this round of "active inflation".

Of course, this is only now.

Soon they will find that the fertilizer originally priced at 100 Xilan coins will skyrocket by two or three times, and the art and makeup bought by the second wife will also increase several times.

Because these things have to be imported from Jin Gallon Port in foreign exchange for the time being.

Beyond the plantations and down there are weavers and sugar producers.

These relatively upstream large factories are fine, and can pass on part of the cost to the further downstream weaving and food processing industries.

However, this has hurt the downstream industries. The further down, the more you can feel the biting cold.

Especially for those small shopkeepers who need to use silver coins to expand production and want to compete with merchants in King Gallon Port for foreign trade orders, the labor time will be extremely long.

After all, the loan of 300 billion Xilan coins is only the first cost of Duke Nihak's "self-government", and the prepayment of 5000 million silver coins for the purchase of the ship is the most ruthless one. It directly makes Huzhou and Baozhou still in the primitive accumulation stage The small shopkeepers have been working in vain for half a year.

Nihak's charitable deeds directly emptied the foreign reserves of the Imperial Royal Mint, and it is estimated that there will be another 1000 million silver coins spent every month.

The Royal Mint of the Empire could not produce enough silver coins, so it could only increase revenue and reduce expenditure by tightening the taps, reducing the quota of banks and banks along the Yongliu River in the Empire to exchange Xilan coins for silver coins.

The banks in Baihu City couldn't exchange Xilan coins for silver coins, and they couldn't even meet the exchange needs of the warlord's own factory, let alone satisfy the small workshops and shopkeepers in Huzhou.

Not only did they close the silver coin exchange channel for these little sparrows, they also confiscated the silver coins in their pockets and forcibly exchanged them for Xilan coins.

Some small workshops with a little bit of technical content were about to evolve into factories, but they exploded on the spot before they started to compete with the factories in King Gallon Port or were picked peaches by the warlords.

A small number of bankrupt business operators set their sights on the distant Mammoth State. They heard that there, like King Gallon Port, is issuing its own currency, and merchants from all over the world are welcome to come and invest.

If you come with equipment, you can use the equipment as collateral to obtain a loan with extremely low interest.

Even silver coins can be borrowed.

Although it is also the territory of the warlords, the local area also has its own advantages. One is that it is closer to Silver Moon Bay, and the other is the parish of the Silver Moon Church.

Guys who like cats don't just run churches in their parishes, they also run banks.

Even though there are uncertainties brought about by the war in the Mammoth State, and there has just been a flood there, it is really sweet to be able to use equipment as a mortgage to get silver coins...

In the final analysis, the foundation of the empire is still too thin.

It has not been a few months since the embargo was lifted. If you save decades of wealth and make troubles, it may not be so fast.

Even if it is going to explode, it will take ten or twenty years to slowly explode.

The impact on the ecology of the industrial chain is the same, as is the turmoil in the "food chain".

The big fish eat the small fish when they are hungry, and the small fish eat dried shrimps when they are hungry. In the end, it is those microbes and mayflies who suffer.

At least the serfs could drink soup with the master, and the free men who worked in the factories couldn't find a place to go back to farm.

The red soil, which was almost unsalable, became popular again, and there were more people picking up soil in the empty wilderness.

They were actually lucky.

What is going on in other states other than Tiger State and Leopard State, even the residents of Jingalun Port standing at the end of the Yongliu River may not know.

But all of this has no impact on the sunny South China Sea Alliance.

The generous Grand Duke Nihak has become the most "hot" figure in the North Island.

The "Survivor Daily", which just opened in Beidao, wrote a separate column for him, praising the 300 billion donations, and calling him living on the boat and refusing to get off as a model of thrift.

Li Minghui referred to him as Borneo's "Master of the Future", but later, because of protests from ID holders, he was changed to Borneo's General McLennan in the newspaper.

It is impossible for the Willant people to come to the far east to trouble him for such a nonsense.

Moreover, the survivors of the Borneo Province were extremely obsessed with the Willanters, and this flattery was louder than the previous one.

People always have to enjoy themselves for a while before they are buried, and the Grand Duke of the Empire is no exception.

During this period of time, Nihak was extremely happy every day, his face was as rosy as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and he was not even afraid of meeting those guys who had caught him once in a while.

Although winter had just revealed its tail, he felt that the spring of himself and the empire seemed to come together.

Just when the warlords in Huzhou and Baozhou were scratching their heads in puzzlement, not knowing where their little money went to Fei Te Niang, Alayan, who was doing his filial piety for the empire on the front line of Mammoth State, The same face is full of bewilderment.

But the latter was not because he lost money, but because his subordinates were beaten so dizzy by the elusive guerrillas that they couldn't find their way.

The ferocious firepower made him think that the alliance had ended in person!

Not just firepower.

Also, the number of the resistance army is also increasing, the more they fight, the more energetic they become, and the more they fight, the more cunning they become.

At first, they were only fighting guerrillas on the state border of Mammoth State, and then guerrillas began to appear in Maryland and Bird State.

This group of people focused on the supply line of the Gray Wolf Army, so that the transport teams that escorted supplies did not dare to walk at night, let alone hang the royal family's double-knife flag.

What's more terrible, his spies also discovered that the gang of rebels had built a deep-water port and a railway connecting the deep-water port in Mammoth City.

After hearing this, Aryan almost vomited blood in anger.

Where did these dogs get the steel and cement? !
Is it also sent by the alliance?

Is that bastard Lacy the illegitimate son of the league administrator? !
Just when he was angry, his confidant handed him another secret letter, saying that it was picked up by patrolling soldiers on the front line.

[...To General Aryan:
With the talent of a general, you can completely crack the earth and seal the king. Why waste a lot of time for a dying empire?
Now that the empire is dead, Wu Tuo is to blame for everything.

If you defect to me, I will not only let you live, but also make you the commander of the resistance army.If you don't believe me, you can choose a state and go there on your own. As long as you don't move me, I guarantee that my subordinates will not step into your territory. 】

Alayan unfolded the letter and gritted his teeth.

"This dog thief!"

But luckily won a few games, so arrogant!

He crushed the letter into a ball and smashed it on the candlestick bitterly, but he didn't want to smash the candlestick over and almost burned the command tent.

The fire was rescued, but the gray wolf army was panicked.

More and more incomprehensible confusion afflicted everyone in the empire from the front to the rear, and in contrast to the increasingly passionate cries in the Daily Survivors of Port Kumgallon.

A wave of great momentum and unprecedented scale is brewing amidst the waves of voices, it is an energy more powerful than nuclear weapons——

That is the energy of progress!
Even Jodu, who once persuaded Lacy to stay, had to admit after reading the news in the newspaper that perhaps he really misjudged himself this time.

The guy who can stand up when everyone is buried in their heads and dare not breathe loudly, the guy who dares to reach for the gun when everyone is obediently enduring the pressure, how could he be a reckless man with nothing else?

Just like the words that the officers of the alliance said when they laughed at them-the princes cry day and night, can they scold Wu Tuo to death?
Finally he stood up.

Maybe I was too harsh on him.

Whenever the night is quiet, Yodu can't help thinking this way, regretting that he didn't have a drink with him when he practiced for him.

The province of 400 million square kilometers is already in a precarious state.

But just before that storm finally came, a storm that was more intense and spread over a wider area came one step ahead.

After two months of preparation, the horn of the southern offensive finally sounded again!

(End of this chapter)