: The first year story 030, the destroyed trust

In the evening of this day, after everyone happily hugged the Inel who had been exchanged back home happily, some rumors began to spread from nowhere.
"Did you know? The Baron is not actually an idiot. The reason why he came to exchange Sura like this is totally different."
"He is a criminal who specializes in making counterfeit money, and the fake Inel he made has reached the point where it can be real."
"His exchanges like this are actually just exchanging the fake Inel in his hands for the real Sura in the hands of others. After he has raised enough Sura, he will definitely fly far and throw all the debts to us."
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So and so, rumors spread in every street and alley. No one knows where these rumors came from, and no one knows who said these rumors first. In a small town, these rumors are like cancer cells, spreading rapidly and lurking in everyone's heart.
Counterfeit money?
This news was undoubtedly a very heavy blow to those who were holding Inel happily. Their heads fell from a height of happiness, from mocking the incompetent fool of the Baron, to fear of this possibility.
No one will admit this, because admitting it not only admits that one's own stupidity, but also that one's own property has become a downright negative number. Huge debts will be weighed on their heads because of their recognition and become a shackle that cannot be taken off.
But I didn't admit it, but I couldn't get rid of the doubt in my heart. Is it true that the baron said it would be repaid by Sura? If it is not true, then why should he be so generous and exchange Sura with so many figures above the benchmark exchange rate?
The dark cloud of confusion, the ice sky of doubt, began to spread in this small town.

Currency itself has no value.
Whether it is Sura or Inel, they are just tools used by exchanges. If it is not used, or if no one recognizes its use value, then currency is a pile of useless waste paper and copper chips.
The next day, the rumors began to grow stronger and stronger. Although people were unwilling to believe the rumors, people also learned to be smart and knew to go to the trading station to watch the ratio of Sura and Inel today.
1:6.527
This number is already 0.323 higher than before the Baron started the exchange. Although this is a change that took place a month later, it also means that Inel in people's hands has depreciated at this moment. Although they still earn through exchange, the amount they earn has shrunk to 0.493 Inel.
Under normal circumstances, this is due to the large amount of hoarding in Sura in the town of Kuvi, and the normal numerical changes caused by the large amount of use of Inel. But due to yesterday’s rumors, people’s mistrust was immediately exacerbated by this number. When everyone doubted whether the Inel in their hands was a counterfeit coin, the hidden collapsed seed finally germinated and took root.
"I want to buy this bag of flour."
"Okay, sir, Ten Sura."
"Well, I'll give you 65 Inel."
"Sorry sir, I only accept Sura, please don't give me Inel."
"Why? Now everyone's hands are not all Inel? Where is Sura!"
"Why are you so hot? I won't sell it if it's not Sura! The flour is mine, and I will let me accept which currency is not accepted!"
The above dialogue began to appear on various occasions. At first, it was a small-scale dispute, but the distrust of Inel also expanded rapidly in this dispute. Soon, the entire town was filled with a poisonous mist that didn't want Inel, as long as Sura traded. The direct result of such poisonous fog is that the untrusted Inel quickly depreciates in an abnormal state. It was like a carriage falling down a cliff, and could never look back.
Signs of panic began to spread in the town. When a currency is less trusted, the value of that currency will depreciate more and more. It will not stabilize when it falls to a certain point, and it has no so-called "bottom". When the rumors of counterfeit money swallowed people's confidence, the ratio between Sura and Inel began to increase, and the magnitude of the jump became faster and faster. Just like a wild horse running off the rein, no one can hold on to its reins.
"Hey! Did you make a mistake?! A radish costs two hundred Inai?!"
"Are you kidding? It's just a stack of tissues. Usually only two or three Inel can buy a pack. Now you want seventy-five Inel?!"
"Inflation" has begun to exert its potential initiative. It is not a war, nor a disease, nor is it a political struggle. It just devalues ​​the currency. But such a simple truth is enough to destroy a small town, a city, and a country.
People are not stupid. At least, they don't think they will be stupid to the end. They quickly remembered from whom the Inel in their hands had been obtained, and flocked to the baron's mansion, holding their sickles and hoe, and shouting loudly.
"Baron Frode! We want to exchange Sura back! Now! Quickly exchange it back to us!"
"Yes! We won't play anymore! According to your agreement, we will exchange Sura back at the market price now!"
The Baron’s Mansion has a private army, holding spears and swords, resisting those who are on the verge of rioting. The baron himself sat in the reception room, melodiously savoring the deliciousness of red wine amidst the sound of women playing piano.
"The fool will change it back."
The baron laughed and raised his wine glasses to the three dignitaries of Kuvi Town sitting in front of him. The three powers also raised their wine glasses to celebrate their victory.
"The current ratio is only 1:6.527. If I change it back now, don't I lose a lot? No, even if it reaches the number of 1:7, I will never change it. Those stupid civilians are making trouble there. , The more fierce the noise, the more proof of their anxiety."
The baron didn't care at all, because he had the most elite private troops under his men. With these three potbellied politics in front of him to guarantee his votes, he is absolutely not afraid of those civilians. If they really had the guts to break in, Lord Baron would never be stingy to kill a hundred.
"Cheers."
The four cups collided lightly, and the faces of all four people showed satisfied smiles. Then, accompanied by the melodious piano sound in the room, they laughed joyfully...
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People's anxiety highlights the short-lived heat in winter. But their heat at the moment can't stop the melodious snowflakes in the sky. No one noticed, and no one noticed. In a dark corner, a pair of eyes that were as cold as that of Feixue was silently looking at everyone outside.
The idiot took a bite of the baguette in his hand. He bought it with four Inel yesterday before the rumors spread. The little baby girl sucked the liquid mixed with the bread batter in the kettle, which counted as filling her hunger. The two children, older and younger, squatted silently in the corner of the snow and ice, waiting.
"Hehe, greed can make people lose sight of what they can see. The act of passing too late can make people turn a good thing into a completely bad thing."
Dimie opened his blood pupils, glanced at the towering baron's mansion from the dark alleyway, and sneered.
"If Baron Frode is really smart enough, he should immediately exchange those suras at this time, by putting a large number of suras on the market, to maintain the stability of the currency and increase people's confidence in Inel. Although this will make He has lost more or less, but he will not be reduced to the most miserable situation afterwards."
The corners of the idiot's eyes gradually turned, staring at the blood pupil. While chewing the food in his mouth, he stared at it...
"Oh ha ha, I almost forgot. Human greed is also part of your plan. If the baron does this, your plan will go bankrupt."
The idiot took another bite of the bread in his hand, and after filling his stomach a little, he stopped staring at the blood pupil. Quietly, quietly...hidden into the darkness in the alley...

For the people in Kuvi Town, today is definitely a disaster day. Because of Baron Frode's inability to stay behind closed doors, people's already vulnerable confidence was frustrated again. Even if it was called the police, the residents of the small town who could not get a little help from the government were immediately forced to the point of being exhausted.
Finally, at ten o'clock that evening, the ratio exchange cards on the trading station began to be frequently mobilized. The value changes from 1:6.527 to 1:6.7, 1:7, 1:8.4, 1:11...
In just two hours, the ratio has changed by more than 5 points. And this speed continues to accelerate, suffocating everyone quickly! No one can sleep!
In the early morning of the third day, the ratio of Sura and Inel finally broke the 1:20 mark. What does this number mean? It means that the thousand Inel in your hand can only be exchanged for 50 Sura. Property has shrunk by as much as three times. From the early morning of the third day, Inel began to be rejected by all shops, and all kinds of transactions became a black box with no explicit price.
One after another, some industrial properties declared bankruptcy and many workers lost their jobs.
The shopping street also declared bankruptcy, and the stock of goods could not be traded.
People also declared bankruptcy. Houses obtained through leases were forcibly repossessed by landlords. Houses bought through borrowings were also forcibly repossessed by screaming creditors. Many people were driven out of their homes on the streets. There were crying children, cursing from adults, and groans and sighs. at last……