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Hope is born out of despair, light is born in darkness, there is no unwarranted kindness in the world, and those who do not know pain do not know beauty.

To put it bluntly, there is no point in the lessons of human beings without accompanying pain.

"Young Master, Young Master, it's morning! Young Master Irett!"

Shielding her hand from the dazzling sunlight, "florist" Errette Ross Anfil opened her eyes, and the girl who greeted her was wearing a boy-style breeches jacket, and her long pure blonde hair was tied up in a bundle, falling down from the side of her snow-white neck: "What...... Farlan Riel......"

"Young master, this is not the time to say, 'What......'" The boy and girl looked at Irette with a serious expression, "Have you forgotten? You made an appointment with Count Shizhu's son Azibert a few days ago to go out of the city together today to hunt foxes in the suburbs, and it will be too late to get up again!"

"Ah...... I'm so sleepy, I don't think about ......" Irette rolled on the bed with the quilt, "Azibert's invitation to the fool's family, forget it, it's just the earl's ......"

Frankriel stretched out her hand with a black line on her face and tugged the quilt on Eritt's body: "Young Master Eritt, this is not the imperial capital, Duke Shizhu is one of the most powerful factions in the 'New Moon', have you forgotten our mission?"

“...... Ha...... What a headache...... "Eritt let go of the sheet in his hand, lay on his back between the futons and was stunned for a while, and when he got up, the gas almost disappeared, and finally sat up from the bed.

Irette looked at Frankriel's figure shuttling around the room, fetching clothes from the closet, and thoughtfully, "But speaking of which, I thought you were fascinated by Sir Evan, but I didn't expect you to remember our mission." ”

Franriel turned around and gave Errette a hard look, but it also revealed the blush on her face: "...... Although Sir Evanian is indeed mysterious...... Very charming...... It's handsome, but I'm a servant of the Prince's Mansion after all. ”

"Oh...... Is that so?" Irette scratched his head, then pulled out a portrait from his bosom, "And what about this portrait?"

In an instant, Frankriel's cheeks became hot, and she hurriedly touched her coat pocket, and then roared at Arrett: "Master, you steal from me again!"

Irette put one finger up to cover her ear, and the other hand kept shaking the portrait paper in her hand: "You didn't put it yourself! ”

Farlan Liel caught Errette off guard with the tuxedo in her arms, snatched the portrait back, looked at Errette angrily, and then wanted to crumple the drawing paper in her hand, but after looking at it, she couldn't help but stuff it back into her arms.

Irette pulled the clothes off her face, and when she saw Frankriel's actions, she couldn't help but be a little amused: "You, if you like it, you can say it clearly, you don't have to hide it so much in front of me." ”

As he spoke, Irette stood up from the bed and pointed to himself with a proud thumb: "Anyway, I'm also the number one fan of Sir Evanian in this world!"

“...... Hah......" Farlan Liel looked at Erret, who was in a state of convulsion again, and suddenly felt a little stupid, sighed heavily, and her tense shoulders fell down, "Speaking of which, young master, why are you madly worshipping Lord Evanian?"

Frankriel opened the portrait in her hand, this portrait was drawn by Irette with her own memory, and it was eighty percent similar to Evan Ian's face, but the lines on the paper always made her feel that something was missing, and it was not perfect.

After all, Irette is just a "florist", not another famous "painter" among the four sons, if it is Mr. Painter, he can probably reproduce the temperament of Lord Evanian.

"Before coming to Southridge, young master, you had never met Lord Evangel, and you didn't know his true face, was it because you were influenced by those movies related to Sir Evan Ian, who were contrived to death?" Carefully folding the portrait and placing it in his arms, Franriel turned to look at Irett.

Irette was wearing pants with his back to Frankriel, and when he heard her words, he couldn't help but laugh: "How could it be because of those messy movies." ”

He tightened his belt and said in a flat tone, "Franklier, I haven't met Sir Evan Ian, but I've been friends for a long time. It seems to me that Sir Evan Ian in those messy movies is not himself at all, and how could such an incredible person as he could be entangled in such mundane things and love to waste his time. ”

Irette thought back to the Evan Ian he knew.

It was an existence that stood in the sky above the entire Nanling, overlooking the imperial territory with gold and silver flowing at his feet, and then played with the black coins in his hand, reversing yin and yang with a snap of his fingers, twisting the wrong things, and reversing the rules.

Because of his appearance, the entire empire's financial and monetary foundations were overthrown, and the empire's 33,000 monetary experts and bankers were racking their brains to confront this individual. They stood behind the luxurious tables and chairs, high on the towering podium of the highest academy of the Empire, they were so incomprehensible, but whenever they mentioned this person, no matter how much they suppressed the trembling of their bodies from the depths, they still showed fear of this existence from the pupils of their eyes.

All those who have studied money and finance since 394 remember this year fondly, remembering that man and his destruction and sweep of the entire imperial monetary system.

In that year, all the experts in numismatics were roaring, roaring, angry at every drop of the black coin, jumping to their feet and scolding, red in their eyes and spitting blood for the huge wealth in their hands that had turned into a cloud of smoke in the unfathomable rules of finance.

Irette still remembers that year, a whole year, none of the professors of finance in the Faculty of Arts had the heart to teach. Every morning, the entrance of the academy was full of people, and the professors waited at the entrance of the academy all night, expecting even the slightest news of the rise of black silver coins, but they were disappointed after all.

In this currency war with Nanling, the empire was far more affected than the common people saw in their eyes, the century-old savings of more than 300 noble families shrank by one-third, and more than 30 small and medium-sized banks in the empire were declared bankrupt in this year, and in Irett's Faculty of Arts alone, there were 7 professors who jumped off the building and committed suicide that year.

Even the Ross Anfil family suffered heavy losses in this catastrophe, and although they tossed black silver coins in time to reduce their losses, the wealth of the entire family still shrank by more than one-tenth.

And the fate of those who, like Professor Radlauer, of Irett, took out loans to speculate on black silver coins, slipped deeper and deeper into sinking hopes, and then committed suicide in despair.

That year, the fear of Evan Ian was deeply imprinted in the bones of the entire empire's financial circles, everyone.

Over the next few years, more than 1,000 proposals were made to the Emperor to take back the coinage rights of the Silver Rose Family, an average of three per day.

In the days after the empire 394 years later, when the foundations of the empire's financial and monetary theories were completely overthrown, professors and students sat together and watched every movement and news in the newspapers about the Silver Rose family and Citibank. Over the next three years, there was a consensus among the entire Imperial financial community.

That's their enemy, and there's only one, and that's Citibank and Evan Ian.

Those three years were the era when the financial world of the empire was reborn and reborn, and it was the process of the empire following behind that man (teenager), redefining finance as economics, saying that money as currency, and adding new words such as inflation, principal and interest, and speculative bubbles into the syllabus.

In the year 394, Evan Ian was Satan, a public enemy, and a demon throughout the empire's financial circles.

In 395~397, Evanian was the enemy of all of them, racking his brains to stop, or knock down, the man.

Then, after 397, Evan Ian was common to the economic circles of the Empire-

God.

At a court banquet in 399, a great banker openly joked that for the church there were thirteen gods, but for the economists of the empire, their gods-

There is only one person.

Over the course of seven years, the economists of the empire started from scratch, following in the footsteps of that man (the boy), hurrying and catching up with his every step in the new monetary landscape.

Eventually, everyone fell at his feet.

"That's a real ......" Awoke from his contemplation and recollection, Irette racked his brains to describe the man in a more appropriate word-

"That's right! Saints...... That's right, it's a saint!" "Irette finally found a suitable word, and he jerked his head up, his eyes sparkling, "Sir Evanian, he's a saint in economics. ”

"A person who has an innumerable amount of wealth in his hands, but who really treats money as dung. ”

"For him, whether it is a black silver coin or a Nanling industrial miracle, it is just a means for him to achieve his ends, and that man is a real selfless person who can ignore his own interests. Errett's tone was full of melancholy and adoration, "Everyone was afraid of him, scared of him, wanted to stop him, wanted to defeat him, tried their best for each of his decrees, but in the end they only came up with one fact......"

"All of that person's orders, he didn't even look at the empire, he never regarded the empire as his enemy, and every order he gave was not even his own interests, the interests of the Silver Rose family, or even the interests of Nanling. ”

"With this in mind, it is understandable that at the end of 393, Sir Evan Ian degraded the black silver coin. ”

Irette sighed with emotion, in the past 9 years, Evan Ian has created countless economic problems, but as time passed, the facts have unraveled them one by one, and they have also taught everyone in the empire's financial community one lesson after another.

"For the Silver Rose family, who are sitting on the huge wealth of the black silver coin, maintaining the high exchange rate of the black silver coin is the most beneficial thing for them. Of course, this will make a speculator who hoards black silver coins a little cheaper, but in the empire at that time, the person who hoarded the most black silver coins was the Silver Rose family. ”

Irett knew very well that in the original financial world of the empire, everyone acted for personal gain, acting for their own interests, and the ultimate goal of all theories was nothing more than speculation and earning gold coins.

And for that person, economic theory is just a tool, a tool that he uses to govern his territory and benefit the people.

So in front of him, everyone in the financial circles of the empire was bloody.

His memories soared in his imagination, returning to the end of 393, when snow was flying, factories were working all night, and thick smoke was billowing out.

"The Silver Rose family at the end of 393 is no longer the silver rose at the beginning of 391, with a huge factory group in Wenning District around the clock, and the black silver coins of the entire Nanling are flowing back, truly reconverging into the hands of the Silver Rose family. ”

"But Sir Evan Ian still chose to degrade the black silver coins and devalue them, so that not only the fortunes of the speculators would shrink dramatically, but also the wealth of the Silver Rose family would shrink madly because of this move. ”

"And that's the real reason why no one in the Empire thought that Sir Evan Ian would choose to deteriorate the black silver coins. Eritt sighed deeply, not knowing if he admired Evan Ian's courage or his wrist.

However, it was in this situation that Sir Evan Ian still chose to deteriorate the black silver coin, and the reason for his choice was not revealed until three years later. ”

Looking at Frankriel's somewhat confused expression, Irette raised a finger: "The currency is undervalued." ”

"By deteriorating the currency for years and depressing the exchange rate of the black silver coin against the imperial silver coin, Evanian made the entire currency of Southridge grossly undervalued, and this undervaluation was a disaster for Southridge in the case of a trade deficit, but in the case of a currency surplus, it was everyone who benefited. ”

"To put it simply, because the value of the black silver coin is undervalued, the labor cost of the goods produced by the factory is greatly reduced, for example, at the exchange rate of 1:3, if a commodity has a profit of 1 imperial silver coin, then the factory in Nanling can get a profit of 3 black silver coins, and at the exchange rate of 1:5, this profit becomes 5 black silver coins. Assuming that the price of Nanling has increased by 20% due to inflation, then in fact, 5 black silver coins can buy the materials of the previous 4 black silver coins, then the actual value of the black silver coins obtained by Nanling is 4 black silver coins. ”

"And if a factory is operating, it only needs to earn these 3 black silver coins to operate, then they can choose not to use this extra 1 black silver coin, and this is Nanling's advantage over the empire. ”

Irette paused, then said, "Astronomical superiority." ”

"Now more than ninety percent of the empire's factories are built in Nanling and transported to the empire by sea and airship, and the reason for this is the advantage of this seemingly inconspicuous 1 black silver coin. ”

"It's certainly a very good thing for a buyer to be able to get away with that fifth of the silver coins. ”

"For investors, Sir Evan Ian's open technology will be the one who suffers, and it is he who has benefited from the factory as early as Southridge. ”

"For Sir Evan Ian, although he will suffer his own losses by sitting on the technology to 'attract investment', for the common people of the entire Southridge, they will be the first to feel the benefits of this rapid industrialization. ”

"From the deterioration of black silver coins, to the opening of technology, the use of the advantages of human resources brought about by the undervaluation of money, attracting investment, and pooling the funds of the entire empire to accelerate the industrialization of Nanling and the development of new technologies, its ultimate purpose is only to let the entire people of Nanling get benefits......"

Irette breathed a sigh of relief gently: "If such a person can't be called a saint, then those famous emperors in history are just vain." ”