Roland's series of rhetorical questions were like countless sharp swords stabbing at Lyubov, making her unable to parry, and she broke out in a cold sweat when she heard it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Roland, actually, I know you have a point, but I ...... I still can't make up my mind," the Storm Lord of the Sea Elves showed a rare look of despair, like a weak little girl confiding in her brother, "I am the lawmaker of the city-state, if I personally go down to force the merchants to sell grain at a low price, wouldn't it be against the rules of the market that I have set by myself?" What is the difference between being an athlete and a referee and being a robber? Is there a compromise between not directly using administrative interference and violence against one's own compatriots, and playing with speculators as much as possible within the rules of business? ”

Roland sighed, "You're forcing me to dance in shackles." ”

How could Lyubov not hear it, his answer was actually equivalent to a sigh of relief, and he immediately seized this line of hope and continued to plead: "If you can solve this problem, the equity of the airship company, I can transfer you another 100 shares." ”

100 shares! The current price is also worth 2 million! The future of the airship company is bright, if it can operate smoothly and obtain dividends, every share will be a hen that will lay golden eggs in the future. In the face of this flying windfall, it is impossible for Roland not to be moved, however...... He shook his head slightly, this business is hot.

Lyubov walked around from behind his desk, sat down next to him on the sofa, wrapped his arms around him, raised his haggard face, and looked at him pitifully.

"If that's not enough, then add one more promise: my family and I will always be your loyal allies, and if I betray your friendship one day, I will be cursed to become a Sawa Fishman!"

Roland couldn't help but be moved when he heard her swear! A sea elf swears to you that you are cursed to become a fishman, which is heavier than going into the sea of fire and the oil pot.

After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke: "I don't want your shares, as long as your promise is enough." ”

Lyubov was deeply surprised, and asked half-convinced: "You trust me so much?" ”

Roland stretched out his hand to help her smooth her slightly messy bangs, and said indifferently: "I trust your vision and character, if you are not at the helm, no matter how promising the airship company is, it will not be able to develop, what is the use of I want that share." ”

"But my character ...... What noble things have I done to make such an impression on you? I'm a greedy businessman, not a moral model! Lyubov looked at him in confusion.

Roland chuckled silently, and slowly said to her: "You are indeed a greedy businessman, and a stubborn stupid woman, I dare not agree with your insistence on using commercial means rather than administrative means to fight inflation, but it is precisely because of your dead brain that I think you are so stupid and cute, a person who risks bankruptcy and refuses to use the power in his hands to interfere in the market, which shows that she regards her business credit as more important than the authority of the lord, a person like you is not suitable for politics but worthy of deep friendship, and it is rare to have a confidant in life, If I don't try to pull you along, I'm a dumber fool than you. ”

Lyubov bit her lip tightly, using all her willpower to restrain the urge to cry, and after a long time, Fang's voice trembled and replied: "No one has ever called me stupid to my face...... No one has ever called me a fool to my face, and I have never been moved to myself, you are the first and will be the last. ”

Roland patted her on the shoulder, helped her calm down from her excitement, and muttered, "I need to check the roster of assets in the name of the Yangbo family, which may have clues to our solution to the current dilemma." ”

Lyubov didn't know what he meant by clues, and how to solve the severe inflation in the market, but now she had no other way to think of but to hope that Roland would create a miracle.

With the help of the "Pupil of Fate", Roland swept his eyes and read a page of dense accounts, quickly browsed the thick roster, remembered the thousands of assets of the Yangbo family in the city, and selected all the projects involving public services, and finally delineated two asset projects as a breakthrough.

"Desalination and the Mystery Lock, this is the most powerful weapon in our hands!" Roland tapped on the asset roster, a confident smile on his lips.

"How?" Lyubov is still scratching his head.

"First, fresh water used to be supplied free of charge to the public, and from now on, civilians can continue to receive free domestic water, but only for one day for households; The operator will increase the price according to the value-added amount of the goods it sells, which is actually a punitive value-added tax. ”

"The original price of 5 copper coins and a pound of bread, now you raise the price of 2 gold coins to sell it and make a fortune? No problem! But you have to bake bread first, right? Do you have to use fresh water for noodles? I will provide free guarantee for the basic living water of civilians, you will buy it? Yes, 2 gold coins in a bucket love to buy or not. ”

Hoarding is a big fortune, isn't it? If you have the ability, don't drink water, otherwise I'll spit out all the blood I suck!

"We don't openly say that this is a 'punitive value-added tax', once it comes to tax issues, it will inevitably fall into the abuse of public power, we are in business, we call this 'go with the market' or 'price discrimination', pure commercial behavior, if you are allowed to raise the price, I am not allowed to raise the price? No one can fault it! ”

"What if someone buys high-priced water, goes back and raises the price of bread to four gold coins a pound, and makes up for the lost profit from the customer? To deal with this kind of 'smart people', please see the next article-"

"Second, from now on, the lock-up service will be adjusted, and the common people will continue to enjoy the free service, and for industrial and commercial owners, if the price increase exceeds the normal profit and those who do not listen to the warning, the lock-up service for their residences and business premises will be cancelled, and they will not be responsible for the safety of the security issues, and the thieves, robbers, and hungry people who cannot afford bread in the city are welcome to patronize those mansions that have lost the protection of the lock."

Where the chains can't be shrouded, there is sin everywhere under the sun, and now it's the turn of those profiteers to taste the wrath of the people at the bottom!

Lyubov was dumbfounded when he heard this, and after a long time he came back to his senses and asked him hesitantly: "Will there be a suspicion of fake public welfare with the public service card on their necks?" ”

Roland couldn't help but laugh: "The Yangbo family has been responsible for public services as a private enterprise for many years, according to the law of the free market you believe in, the price of scarce resources such as fresh water and the locks should have increased tenfold and hundredfold, why is it that in fact these services are so cheap that people ignore their importance?" ”

"This is the basic guarantee of public life, and if the price is too high, the burden on people will be too great." Lyubov argued loudly.

Roland also laughed, at this moment he seemed to be possessed by the devil, and the words he said were cold to the bones, and every word was heartfelt: "What does that have to do with you?" If you can't afford it, die! If you don't want to die, you will build your own locks, and you will do desalination by yourself, and the door of free competition will always be open, why is there no other private capital entering these fields? ”

Liu Bofu couldn't cry or laugh, and he was coquettish: "Don't talk angry, okay!" The cost of the locks and desalination projects is so high that ordinary people can afford it, and besides, according to the current charging price, it is not profitable at all......"

"Hehe, isn't it a contradiction that you are operating unprofitable or even loss-making operations even with scarce resources in your hands, and then you still claim to be a believer in free competition?"

"This ...... This ......" In the face of Roland's point-blank ridicule, Lyubov was speechless.

Roland looked deeply into her eyes, and the words he uttered continued to bombard her psychological defenses like thunder and furious waves, until the embankment made of old ideas was destroyed:

"In fact, you have long used administrative power to intervene in the market but you are still at a loss, the so-called 'business principles' are just your complacent illusion, it's time to wake up, my dear Liuba, on the first day I came to Baiougang, I felt that there is a huge gap between the rich and the poor in this glamorous metropolis on the surface, and the social class is polarized, and the 160,000 people of Baiougang call you the "Queen of Fairness", support you and love you, not only because you are a trustworthy businessman, What's more important is that people believe that you can run the city properly, that you can bring fairness and justice to people, that you will pay attention to social distribution in addition to production and trade, and that if you don't use administrative power and rely solely on the so-called market means, you will inevitably disappoint the people at the bottom who have high hopes for you, even if you are still a trustworthy businessman, but you are not worthy of sitting in the position of lord! ”

"Open the window and look, Lyuba and look at the long queue in front of the bakery, look at the hungry faces of the children, look at the angry eyes of the mothers, what has your free market done for these people at the bottom of society? Where is your 'fair trade'? In this market, sellers can choose not to sell, and buyers can only starve to death if they don't buy, is this kind of competition really fair? What capital do the individual poor have to play with those with vested interests who control the means of production? When people despair of the authorities, they will turn to organize themselves to find a living space, in order to survive, the poor are never afraid to fight with the rich, the volcano under the ass is about to erupt, at this time you are still clinging to that old habit and refuse to administer justice for the people, you are dereliction of duty, you are burying the city-state you love with your own hands, you know? ”

Lyubov's face was pale, his lips trembled, his eyes were filled with tears, and his words were choked and painful.

"All my life, I firmly believe that free trade is above all else, and firmly believe that free competition is a fair premise for all social activities, so I have been fighting unremittingly against those conservative forces who believe in mercantilism, and have never changed my original intention after countless ups and downs, and even sold the shares of the Yangbo family shipping insurance group at a low price at the expense of my own interests, but now you look, you see! Isn't what we're doing destroying free competition? Isn't this a return to the old path of mercantilist public power interfering in the market? If so, what is the point of the principles I have adhered to all these years?! ”

Roland sighed, held her hand, he was forced to say so many cold words just now, in fact, he didn't feel good in his heart, he had said everything he wanted to say, and then it was up to Lyubov to make his own decisions, and he just wanted to give this poor woman who was suffering some comfort and encouragement.

"I can understand the pain of the incompatibility between ideals and reality, but Liuba, extraordinary times must use extraordinary means, what we are doing is not only business, but also politics, when business and politics conflict, you must make a clear choice, ask yourself: whether it is a merchant or a lord, in the face of national crisis, do you want to speak for capital or for the people!"

Lyubov looked up at the sky, his neck white and slender, like a sad swan trying to stop tears from welling up in his eyes. In the end, she choked up with great difficulty: "I understand ......" (to be continued.) )