: First year story 031, the last step

A family of five in an apartment was driven out of the house where they lived. They were crying, crying with the headache of holding the child, crying with their arms around the neck of the old man, slapping the landlord’s door, begging each other to let themselves in. In that warm room. After never getting a warm response, the man was injured by the ice outside and his only remaining will was taken out of his luggage and a sharp knife was thrust into his chest.
"Is this a kind of magic?"
The idiot who had always been cold-eyed hiding in the corner, watching these scenes, a dim sneer sounded in his mind again. Accompanied by the screams of the women over there and the crying of the children, the blood-colored pupils showed a color of admiration.
"Two days ago, this small town was thriving. Everyone made a fortune and became a rich man. But two days later, the town began to go bankrupt and everyone became a pauper. Hahaha! What could be better than Is this more magical magic?"
The idiot still watched with cold eyes. He watched the trees by the road begin to hang rope after rope. People who had been taken away from all their property and career ended their lives with those ropes. He took a bite of the bread and looked down...
Little baby girl asleep. But for some reason, there was a cold feeling on her face.
Maybe it was too cold to spend a night in a snowy night.
Thinking of this, the idiot held the little baby girl tighter. He stood up and walked out of the alley. Along the outside street where the "hanging tree" has lined up, walk towards the trading station...
1:25
This number appears in the most prominent position on the trading station. For this number, more people are desperate. But looking at this number, the idiot's eyes didn't mean to give up at all. The ratio is not enough, it must be expanded a little bit... let this city go bankrupt a little bit more violently. In this way, you can accomplish your purpose.
Depression and killing began to replace this small town that had been harassed two days ago. People who were forced to death by creditors and people who had nowhere to commit suicide overflowed here, making the smell of death everywhere. Inflation has been seriously out of control, and this out-of-control has finally attracted the attention of some fairly smart people and began to transfer property.
The ratio of Sura to Inel has been out of control in the town of Kuvey, but it still maintains a normal benchmark elsewhere. However, if you want to exchange abroad, you must pay 50% of the tax, and the minimum tax amount is not less than the normal ratio of 1000 sura or 6204 Inel in other regions. As long as you transfer, you can use half of your losses to keep your remaining assets, but not everyone can afford this huge amount of taxes. And even if they can afford it, how many people are willing to cut off their half of their property?
Near noon, the ratio of Sura and Inel finally reached the value that an idiot wanted
1:30
As soon as the comparison card was hung up, the idiot immediately turned around, took out 13 Suras in his arms, and started his action.
Sura has become an absolute rare item in this city. It is currency, but under inflation, it has gone far beyond the concept of currency itself, and has become a scarce item that everyone wants to own. Sura can still be bought and sold normally, and the price of Sura is not chaotic, so when the idiot is holding the thirteen Sura in his arms and standing in front of a desperate man who is about to hang himself, that person holds the rope. His hand was finally released.
"1...1:30?!"
To that person's surprise, the idiot just nodded coldly, without the slightest expression on his face.
Is it a change? Still not changing?
This man who started as a travel merchant began to have a fierce ideological struggle. He was bankrupt, with only a lot of useless Inel in his arms, walking to the brink of despair. But waiting for him to exchange the Inel in his arms for the child who looked like a beggar at such a high price made him unwilling.
Seeing him hesitate, the idiot turned his head immediately. Seeing that he was leaving, the wandering merchant finally nodded and grabbed him.
"Change! I change! 1:30 right? Change to Inel is...390 Inel! Here you are, all for you!"
The thirteen silver coins in the hands of the idiot turned into a pack of heavy "useless" metal pieces. After counting the number, he immediately stuffed the heavy bag into his arms and walked into the alley.
His first step has been completed, but he must wait again before implementing the next step. A small figure reappeared in front of the sign on the trading station. He looked at the matching card and watched the numbers 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, the people in the trading station began to whisper, and the higher ratio brand was never replaced.
The idiot knew that the time for him to wait had come. At this moment, it was 15:30 in the afternoon. Before he left the trading station again, he strode towards the Baron's Mansion.

"What? Suspension?!"
The Baron, who was very leisurely yesterday, finally showed a panic expression at this moment. Perhaps in a faint, he also knows what problems such inflation will cause? But he didn't dare to think about the result, because once he thought about it, it meant he would go bankrupt. And his bankruptcy is more than just a loss of property.
The value of currency lies in exchange, but if two currencies appear, the mutual exchange itself can be regarded as a transaction. If it is said that the value of one of the currencies that are compared with each other is equal to 0, what will be the result?
The currency compared with that currency is also equal to 0. Although the huge number of suras in the hands of the baron remains unchanged, in this small town, those suras have lost the profit generated by comparison with Inel, and can only be simply used as a single currency And exist. However, the Baron obtained these Suras at a ratio of 1:7 higher than the market price, for which he has paid millions of Inel. Once the ratio loses its meaning, he is tantamount to losing millions of Inel's fortune out of thin air.
Suspension of trading means that the people on the exchange are calculating and considering whether to actually list the 1:0 price. How can this baron not be anxious?
"Is there any way? Hurry up, think of a way for me, absolutely can't let Inel lose value!"
The baron's roar ran across the baron's mansion, and his accountants were sweating coldly on their heads, desperately calculating various feasible methods. But no one knows what to do...At least, there is no way to make the Baron money and save the city from bankruptcy.
"A bunch of rubbish! A bunch of useless rubbish! Go, hurry up and talk to the people at the exchange! They stop trading before they stop. During this time, I will find a way! Never let them trade 1:0 Hang out the card, absolutely not!"
The servants agreed, and went away in a hurry. The baron gritted his teeth, picked up the glass wine glass, and opened the wine bottle to pour some wine to calm himself. But his hands were shaking, and he couldn't accurately pour the red wine into the glass no matter what. Angrily, he threw the glass abruptly and drank directly from the mouth of the bottle.
"Sir! Sir! A child wants to see you!"
A servant ran in.
"Child? Drive him away! I have no time to deal with the beggars! By the way, didn't I want you to argue this morning that the Inel I redeemed is not a counterfeit currency? Why is the result getting worse!"
The baron was in a bad mood, he threw the bottle on the ground and yelled.
The servant was taken aback, but she still said tremblingly: "But...but sir...the kid's hands..."
"What's in his hands? Can't it be a beast?!"
"He has a contract signed by you...!"
"contract?!"
In an instant, the baron remembered the contract he had signed two days ago. At the same time, he also remembered the contents of the contract. At this moment, his face that was distorted by anxiety began to shine with infinite light!
"Quickly, call that kid in!"
I am afraid that from birth to now, the Baron has never had such a excited expression. He straightened out 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 person named Raunold will exchange Sura at a price of 1:7.5. Moreover, it is one hundred thousand Sura. This means that he will acquire 750,000 Inel and take 100,000 Sura out of the market for revitalization. Once Sura begins to circulate in the market, there will be a chain reaction of rescue!
There are less Sura and more Inel, so Inel depreciates.
Inel is young, Surado, so Sura depreciates.
As long as Sura depreciates, Inel can be freed from the crisis of zeroing. Maybe you won't get rid of this crisis completely, but you can try your best to delay the time and figure out the next method for yourself!
And more importantly, such a ratio exchange is still profitable for him!
The little beggar carrying the baby girl came in. He held the contract in his hand and put the money bag containing 390 Inel on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Sir, Mr. Launold ordered me to exchange these Inel for Sura. The exchange rate will be 1:7.5."
The baron smiled, happily. While he was busy asking people to count the number of Inel, he also asked people to bring tea for the little beggar to drink.
The little beggar didn't drink, he just bowed his head, huddled aside, silent.
"My child, where is Mr. Launold? Can you invite him to meet him in person? No, please tell me that the gentleman is there. I want to see him in person!"
The little beggar still did not respond. After thinking about it as if in a daze, he replied: "Sir, that gentleman only said to me, to change Sura."