Pressed by a mixture of applause and boos, several of the merchants who had come to seek death had no choice but to pick up their mats and turn around and leave without looking back.

Zahn, who was the leader, was even more cold in a cold sweat, and he didn't raise his head - although it would not hurt much to restrict him in this wheat business, but his reputation would probably face a big crisis on the side of the officials and the Chamber of Commerce.

"Best Debater" was scolded for being a bloody squirt. If this is going to get out, can he still raise his head and be majestic, as before?

The face was blue and white for a while, and it was naturally not just Zahn and his party. Behind the plenipotentiary envoy, the former lord was also not a good taste. Just now, I gave Zahn an idea, hoping that he could give this "envoy" who has been a little cocked his tail recently and doesn't understand human feelings and worldly affairs a big slap to the head, so that the envoy knows how powerful the Elta people are, and then obediently transfer some of the power that the lord should have to him-

However, it backfired, and it was worse than he had expected. Even the people of the city shouted in support of the envoy's order, and the voices rose higher and higher......

If you continue like this, you really can't turn over from the minions of people from another world. The former lord returned to his room, and after pacing a few steps with a dry cough, he sat down and began to take out his quill pen and begin to write letters.

"Can this suppress the arrogance of the Chamber of Commerce?" At the same time, in the room separated by several walls, the sound of the radio was heard from the listening headphones on the envoy's headset.

"Not really. There are many more necessities of life that they can control. In addition to food, they were able to control the supply of firewood and winter clothing for city dwellers. We are now inevitably going to tie up with them, so now our department is asking the headquarters for instructions, how to solve the problems caused by these merchant groups? ”

"Identify, differentiate, eliminate." The reply from the radio was short but firm. "If you want to make money, you can draw a clear red line. All those who cross the past will be dealt with as speculative reversal, and all will be eliminated. In addition, those who attempt to control the local provisional government by violent means or by coercion must be resolutely cracked down on at the early stage. It's better to kill by mistake than to let go! ”

The supply of other necessities is a good solution. In the "paid clothing recycling" organized by Cierta, a large number of labor protection clothes, winter cotton clothes and other last year's aid materials were successfully returned with some needlework and thread cards.

There are many ways to break the chain of interests of speculation, and grain control is naturally to cut off the illegal hand that reaches out to profits from the source. In terms of clothing, if everyone can have a winter coat, then there will not be much room for investment capital to operate - they can only do things for customers with additional needs, and this will naturally not be counted in the concept of affecting people's lives.

All in all, the merchants of South Elta still have business to do – but they also need to understand what can and can't be hyped.

But the merchants in the city of Hazelal apparently did not understand the problem.

"We're going to live now!" In the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce, a clay pot for drinking water was slammed onto the stall, splashing a large stain. "Doniva or Charles, who would dare to force us to let go of business like this?"

Zahn, who had just fought the envoy in the ring, almost buried his head in the carpet and said nothing.

Whether it's wheat grains that haven't been ground yet, or flour that has been taxed by the mills, the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce has at least one warehouse that's full—even more than the official ones. They still plan to use this to make a good profit this winter, but now the people from the other world who have come from Sielta are suddenly vicious, and they have almost no way out.

"Just let it go and hand over the grain to the centralized purchasing point in the city?" Every merchant and their fellow in the room wanted to say this, and it had always been their nature to be quiet. However, it only takes a glance to know that the "surplus value" that has been bought by the farmer at great expense can still make a small profit from the purchase price, plus the reasonable wear and tear along the way, the wages of the transporters, and the time and energy they have spent on it, this business will be lost to their hometown.

"What about transporting it outside overnight?" One of the businessmen rolled his eyes and head for a long time, and finally came up with a compromise idea. "Although we still have to give some money to the guy who drives the car and escorts, it's better than rotting in our hands, or selling it to someone from another world at a loss, right?"

Indeed, the price set by the Chinese side is indeed punitive, and of course it will not make these speculators a slippery head – even if it is only one copper coin worth a penny per kilogram, they will be happy to do so.

"According to the 'broadcast' of the people from the other world outside, there is no way to sell Elta in the whole of the south. And it's not just Hazelal City that will have people from other worlds settle in! The group of strange people from the General Chamber of Commerce rushed to sacrifice the city when they saw the strange weapons of people from another world, it was really ......"

The middle-aged businessman who had just smashed the cup was still with his eyebrows furious, panting and walking back and forth.

"Why don't we give this envoy and his soldiers some heavy gifts......?"

"Bastard! Didn't the group of natives on Mount Witegore give several loads of gifts to the people of the other world, and they showed that 'if they don't offend each other, there will be tribute every year in the future?' Do you know where all the dried meat and the delicacies have gone? It's time for the poor people in the city to complain! ”

As for other things, the businessmen present also knew very well - the Elta army who received the gift not only did not appreciate it, but after withholding the minions who gave the gift, the confiscated loot was directly handed over in its original form, but also rushed directly up the mountain to beat these bandits violently, and the heads were hung on the lamp poles before they were completely dry.

During the subsequent entry into the city, the plenipotentiary envoy also politely refused all gifts and "habitual bribes", which shocked half of the city of Hazelal for a while. Everyone was shocked, but they all wanted to see if this was a public show by the new empire and people from another world, or a new wind blowing into the city.

No one will come out directly to answer this question, but the eyes of the masses are clear. In the city for a little more than a week, whether it was to check the population or clean up the streets, the envoy, the army under his command, and the officials really did not collect a penny, and did everything word for word in accordance with the rules and regulations broadcast on the radio.

For example, the shopkeeper who made the door panel here was caught dumping garbage into the corner, and the shopkeeper tried to stuff money into the hands of the stern-looking patrol sergeant with a face in cheek, but was treated more severely: it was not his shopkeeper who came out to sweep the street as punishment, but the shopkeeper who thought that he would survive by stuffing the money - and his guys stood in front of the closed shop and watched his boss beg for his own hardship.

The topic of "giving heavy gifts" immediately dispersed with the wind, and the businessmen who had just thought that they could escape a catastrophe immediately became sad, not sitting or standing, for fear of hearing the verdict that they were going to lose money - you know, now the money in the hands of all the people in the hands of South Elta is almost impossible to keep, on the one hand, because of the "Chinese goods" flowing into the other world, on the other hand, because there are more and more business opportunities, and the return on investment brought by the money invested outside is more profitable than that of South Elta's counterpart.

It's embarrassing. These businessmen are all "conservatives" (as opposed to the "radicals" composed of young businessmen who are willing to roam around in search of more business opportunities) based on established channels and classic routines (collusion between officials and businessmen), and they have long lost the sense of smell and execution that match those of young people.

Not only are they unwilling to find new business opportunities, but they can't do it. The sudden news of the unforeseen regulation of the grain trade, coupled with the economic crisis of monetary austerity, is almost tantamount to a death sentence.

To make matters worse, there was definite news from the town hall that the Otherworldly would use bread and soup to pay the poor for their work, rather than sell them to the poor at a low price—in the latter case, there would be a chance for the merchants to do with money, and labor and food, once linked, would have nothing to do with them, parasites attached to money.

Although the dinner was quite sumptuous, several backbones of the Chamber of Commerce were basically overwhelmed by their worries. In their logic, eating well is to be more energetic in hammering small abacus and fiddling with scales to make more money. Since there is such a big business prospect that is about to lose money, isn't it natural that you can't eat?

Hu Manxiahi, the president of the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce, was already placing a marinated roast chicken in front of him at this time, but his eyes were not on it at all, but on the letter next to the plate.

It was the old man, the former lord of the city, who was now in power, who sent him a letter telling him details unknown to the merchants:

"Now it is categorically unfeasible to theorize with them, or even a clash of civilizations. Their political literacy is higher than that of the old man, and even higher than that of the group of people in the General Chamber of Commerce. The young man Zahn faced may be mediocre in practice, but there must be someone superior behind him. If you want to take action, you must do it quickly, so fast that the master behind him has no time to bring him the latest advice. ”

"Hurry?" Hu Manshahi ignored the urging words of his wife and children sitting on his side, and chewed and chewed on these two words repeatedly.

How fast? This was clearly a hint from the old man. Do you want him to be faster than the strange carts of the people of another world, so that he can quickly transport the grain out? No, it had nothing to do with the young man, so why did he mention him?

If the young brunette Plenipotentiary was mentioned, it would have to be some big news in town. Hu Manxiaxi was immediately relieved when he thought of this - it seems that if he wants to win this time, it will not be a problem.