Mosaria is forty-four years old, in the prime of life. He had recently enjoyed a prosperous official fortune, and was appreciated by Governor Alfran, and sat all the way to the position of commander of the Jacques fleet.

However, the events of the past few days cast a shadow on his heart: to attack the civilians.

It wasn't some bandit villain, just a bunch of hungry poor men.

Prices in Jacques were frighteningly high, and a weaver worked fourteen hours a day in exchange for two sticks of dry, hard black bread — the kind of bread that was said to have been used by a housewife to drive away burglars and kill them, with sawdust in them.

At the same time, a large amount of snow-white and soft white bread was sold to the mainland as a specialty.

Executives of big conglomerates, will you die if you make a little less?

Sorry, it's really going to die. Catch a little less, and others won't take it away?

There is a floating island called Stanford in the northeast, and it is said that it is rich and rich, and clean and delicious box lunches are sold for only 1 pound and 1 box. Maybe that foolish governor who is not bad for money is specialized in charity? It's a pity, do you think that the boxed lunch can reach the hands of the common people? At the dock, it was intercepted by a big consortium, you and me, and the price was raised three or five times, and someone still bought it!

It's a luxury to want to save people.

Who am I serving the horse?

This is really an era of eating and wiping clean and caring about other people's death.

The sense of justice is useless, think of your ex Nimitz, you should be glad that it is not yourself who went in!

Mosaria withdrew her gaze to the charts on the table.

From here to Stanford, it's a two-day boat ride. Is this possible unless Stamford's Guards can stand up to Jacque's Navy and Airship?

That foolish governor named Dark, no matter how stupid a man is, there should be a shrewd guy by his side, right? Jacques is about to attack him, why don't you run away?

Is there really some strange technology, or, as rumored up, this guy has a leg with the Ara Empire and the kingdom of New Tenotiran?

Do you want to do that...... me, let the old men of the Governor's Mansion worry about it, I just need to win the battle!"

The door creaked, and the adjutant walked in with two plates, each stacked with three boxes of lunches, and grinned: "Commander, it's time to eat." ”

"Yo, Eps, this lunch box is not cheap, five pounds a piece, you can buy six at once, a big deal today?"

"Really. Today, all the flavors of boxed lunches are on sale, and now they are now one pound, and they are definitely going to fall, and there are crazy robberies outside! The parades are no longer swimming, many stores have spit out their stocks, fools are queuing, and the smart ones are running towards the port. These were intercepted by the brethren from the port. It's definitely not an expired spoiled product. ”

"Harbor?"

"There was a Stanford ship coming, and since yesterday afternoon, one ship after another has not stopped, and the lunch boxes have been piled up like a mountain. The six berths in the Northeast are all Stamford ships, large and small, full!"

"There are so many ships in Stanford?"

"Most of them are ships of foreign merchants, and I have also seen the ships of the Continental Chamber of Commerce, at least seven or eight, it is estimated that they are temporarily hired to pull goods, do you say that the governor of Stanford is full of food and support, and the loss-making business is still so vigorous?"

Mosaria's expression became solemn: "Dumping." ”

"Dumping?"

"Stanford has two hits. First of all, they can make it, you think, a boxed lunch is a big meal, and no one can necessarily eat it; But they just dared to sell for a pound, and they sold it for more than a month!

Epps didn't care: "If it's me, I'll intercept their ship at the port, eat all the goods, and sell them back, and play dumping? Let you lose double! See how long you can last!"

"You can't count it that way. Little Stanford, I don't know if there are enough thousands of people to eat, and how many box lunches can be eaten? Besides, have you ever considered what if the local Stanford box lunches are sold cheaper than that?"

Epps was dumbfounded: "Cheaper than that? Doesn't that mean ...... Gave it away for nothing?"

"What is a private floating island? it's a private garden for a larger event, or a private cruise ship that runs slower. What is Jagenke? It's a city, it's a country! Now, a cruise ship weighs down a city and can't lift its head?"

"Well, what do you say," Epps scratched his head, "I feel like we're going to be the bad guys." Those adults and old men actually made Jagenke to this point......"

"That's not what a soldier should say. ”

"Yes, my subordinate has lost my word, please sir-"

Before Eps's words fell, the orderly hurriedly ran over: "Lord Commander, Lord Eps, the price of the lunch box has dropped again, now it is fifty pence a box, port news, and there are twelve ships from Stanford waiting to enter the port to unload!"

Epps was shocked: "Do you really want to give it away for nothing? At this price, I can't even get back the freight!"

Mosaria said in a deep voice: "The problem is serious. Stanford is crazy, this is to grab all the rice bags and vegetable baskets in Jacques and take the initiative to provoke? Governor Dark, you are very confident! Things have come to this point, you and the big conglomerates, but you will not die!"

Mosaria guessed correctly, Governor Alfran couldn't sit still, and within three days, the price of boxed lunches dropped again and again, like a raging storm, and now even if the docks are blocked, there are already a huge number of cheap boxed lunches flowing into the city.

Jagenke's cold climate, food that is not perishable, and these damn clean bento boxes have a long shelf life, so it's conceivable that the city's restaurant industry will suffer for a long time.

The most troublesome thing is that Stanford's lunch box dumping, a stick knocked down the big businessman who hoarded Juqi. From a pound to fifty pence, the price has been cut in half, how can people get their money back? Big businessmen can't get money, they don't have money to repay their loans, and banks and money banks can't turn over their funds, so they have to close their doors. Once banks and money banks close their doors, investor and public confidence will be shaken, and there will be a run on the market!

Banks and money banks have fallen, and the next one is the factory!

The factories could not get a penny loan, they could not produce, they could not pay wages, and when the time came, they would close down, and the workers would lose their jobs, and let the big conglomerates drink the wind?

Is this just a boxed lunch! What if you add something else?

Duck from Stanford, I can understand why you are desperately trying to make a boxed lunch, you are ruthless enough!

Someone proposed to save the market urgently, eat a lot of goods, stabilize prices, and just a floating island, and still go to the sky! But Alfran knew very well how bad his cards were.

Save the market?

When Luxford was in office, in order to maintain a huge army, he spent money like water, and there was not much spare money left; since he took office, he has allowed the development of large conglomerates, reduced taxes, and increased investment.

Jacques has money, yes, but most of it is fixed assets, and I can't pay the workers for the factory!

Looking at the reaction of the big conglomerates, in addition to shouting vigorously to stabilize the order and stabilize prices, there is no one who has come up with money to help!

A bunch of bastards!

"Perhaps, I'll have to have a good talk with that bastard named Dark......" Alfran muttered, turning his head to see the staff standing stupidly, with a gloomy face, and suddenly became angry, "What's the matter, have something to say!"

"Well, Lord Doge, the price of the lunch box has reached tenpence......

"There you go. ”

"Oh, oh, yes. ”

The staff left the gloomy governor's office in a state of trepidation.

Alfran looked fierce: "It seems, Dark, we have to have a good talk, with a sword!