"Dear Mr. Lee Ming-fai, we're friends, aren't we?" Li Minghui, who was drinking tea and watching a drama in the office of the presidential palace, suddenly received such a strange "harassing phone call".

The reason why it is a harassing call is not because of the identity of the caller, but because this guy called from an inside line but only asked such an inexplicable question.

It's no less than his pillow guy suddenly sending a message during his working hours to ask if he still loves himself.

"Of course...... Did something happen during the exercise? ”

He subconsciously glanced at the schedule, and it seemed that there was nothing worth mentioning today except for a landing exercise by the Alliance Burning Corps on the northern beaches.

However, Fang Chang's next sentence was beyond his expectations.

"That's not true, the exercise went well, but I noticed that you plan to sell the Empire a battleship similar to the Haiya, and although this call may be a bit redundant, I still want to confirm the problem with the main gun. Vaults are rescue agencies, and we don't want the technology we unearth to be used

"Oh

That's it," Li Minghui suddenly paused, and then said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about this, we are not interested in making trouble for ourselves."

Anyway, isn't this guy a member of the board of directors of Kitajima Heavy Industries, can he not know such a large arms sales project?

Is it interesting to ask so knowingly, etc.

Li Minghui reacted suddenly.

Could it be that the management of the alliance is actually asking?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, after all, Mr. Fang Chang's IQ would not even be able to see such an obvious thing.

After all, this business is not a unilateral decision made by the South China Sea Alliance, and the authorities only helped to take the lead in negotiating this big deal, and then took a share of the advance payment.

And if the survivors of the Borneo province of 10,000 steps back really united, what if they ship it?

At that time, it will be the enemies of the survivors, such as the Wilantes, who are still dreaming of conquering the world, not the survivors of the already united river valley provinces and even the southern seas.

Thinking of this, he immediately changed his official tone, cleared his throat and said solemnly.

"For us, the reputation of the Empire is somewhere between that of the Torch and Charas, and there is no reason for us to deliver a piece of equipment to the Empire of the moment that could threaten our own. But from my standpoint, it's hard for me to refuse to send money to my door, we need money, it's that simple..... Also, on my behalf, greetings to your administrators, who are always welcome to the survivors of the South China Sea Alliance. ”

Fang Chang probably guessed what he was misunderstanding, but he didn't debunk his misunderstanding, just smiled faintly and said.

"I see, have a great day. In addition, I would like to convey your greetings to Mr. Administrator, who has always wanted to visit here, but I am afraid that it will have to wait until after the war is over. The phone hung up.

Fang Chang smiled and picked up the newspaper with an exaggerated headline, threw it back to the stunned mosquito, and then tapped his index finger on the VM to end the voice synchronization.

"The NPCs in this game are more realistic than you might think, and they're much smarter...... Of course, Duke Nehaq is an exception, he is true in another sense. ”

Thinking that not all NPCs were smart, Fang Chang patched the back of this sentence and said with a light cough.

"Maybe it's a problem of education, maybe it's the slaves of the province of Borneo who spoiled him, but for the time being he doesn't understand civilization as a product of the game, but understands civilization as something that is taken for granted. He thought that no one could see his cleverness and treat others as fools, but in fact, everyone could see it, but he was too lazy to debunk it, and quietly replied to him...... It's as simple as that.

He recorded a copy of the call.

Although he felt that the manager must know everything, in order to reduce unnecessary misunderstandings, he still took the initiative to report it.

After all, he really didn't want to be called back by Xiaoyu for questioning. The mosquito froze for a few moments, and finally gave a thumbs up heartily.

"Awesome! It's so dirty......" "I'll just treat you as if you're praising me." ”

Fang Chang smiled faintly, took the mojito handed by the waiter and thanked him, and then continued slowly.

"To answer your question, I never wanted to be their godfather. But that's exactly what you see...... At least until their wings hardened, they would have to call me Daddy. ”

As the Administrator declared on that day, the currency of the Alliance could buy all goods, but no currency would allow honor and dignity to be traded.

Think you're doing it again?

Then let's give it a try.

For Nehak, 30 billion Silan coins and 50 million silver coins were trivial.

After all, even if he loses the Golden Gallen Harbor, he is still the honorable Mr. Duke, at most he is missing a governor's hat.

However, for the survivors in Huzhou and Leopard State, especially those workshop owners who bought Union brand sewing machines, as well as the short-term and long-term workers who stepped on the sewing machines and smoked, they were stabbed by this two-knife stab. The waist is bleeding profusely.

The cloth market of White Tiger City.

The stalls, which are usually very lively, are even more "lively" this time, and I saw an empty stall crowded with middle-aged people and young men wearing long shirts and short shirts.

Some of them were the owners of the nearby tailor shops, some were the tailors who worked for the old man in the nearby village, and some were the guys in the nearby garment factory.

These people were tall, short, fat and thin, and the difference in skin color and temperament was greater than that of cattle and people, but the expressions on their faces were surprisingly consistent, and the words righteous indignation were written in their angry eyes without exception.

An old man who looked quite prestigious, walked in the front, pointing to the white letters written on the blackboard, his index finger and beard trembling with anger.

"A kilogram of cotton cloth fifty Xilan?! Are you crazy about money?! ”

When the people behind saw someone coming out, they also shouted. "That's it!"

"It's too much!

"Everyone is open to do business, how can you be so unreasonable!"

The guy sitting at the back of the stall had a look of disdain, glanced at the old man who opened the tailor's shop, and then at the group of coaxing guys behind him, and said impatiently.

"Reasonable? Hehe, fifty is too expensive for you today, and when it rises to sixty tomorrow, I'll see what else you say. At this price, do you like it or not? ”

The crowd in front of the stall was in an uproar, but the guy sitting behind the stall was not afraid at all, but picked out the ear droppings.

Two big men stood beside the stalls, like two fierce tigers, staring at the survivors who did not dare to say more.

White Tiger City is the largest settlement in Huzhou, and the cloth market in White Tiger City is the largest cloth trading market in the entire Huzhou.

I want to eat it!

However, it is really strange to say, the original price of this cloth is not so exaggerated, a kilogram of cotton is only 10~15 Xilan, processed into cotton cloth doubled to 20~30 Xilan, and the price of 16~24 gallons is sold to the merchants of the Golden Gallon Port, and occasionally settled with silver coins. That is, a kilogram of cotton cloth ~ silver coins.

The textile industry was the first industry to flow into Huzhou from the port of Jingallen, and the high-quality and low-cost cotton cloth in Huzhou also supported half of the prosperity of the export trade of the port of Jingallen.

However, I don't know what happened recently, a large group of merchants suddenly rushed over from the port of Golden Gallen, and Xilan coins were stuffed into his boss's hands one by one, not only eating up the inventory of the textile factory, but even booking orders for next year.

Those guys are like crazy, as if the money in their hands is not their own, but by some kind of cheapness.

Although the merchants of Golden Gallen Harbor are rich and oily is the stereotype of Huzhou survivors, they were not so crazy before.

The gallon has an unwritten but accepted exchange rate with the West Lamp coin, which is generally 4 gallons for 5 West Lamp.

These people also exchange their silans in gallons, unless they get a cheaper exchange rate from the bank or elsewhere.

He was just a buddy, so naturally he didn't know where those merchants got so many Xilan coins, but he only heard that those coins were indeed issued by the royal family.

Those merchants were afraid that they would not accept it, so they brought a voucher issued by the lending bank, which was enough to prove that the money was clean and there was nothing wrong with it.

Although it is strange, the door-to-door business can not be left undone, so the entire inventory of textile factories in Huzhou has been bought out.

Generally speaking, most of the cloth flowing into the cloth market from the textile mills is the bulk goods left by the garment factories, but this time, the major textile factories were squeezed by the flood of Xilan coins, and the cloth circulating in the market could only follow suit.

The crowd in front of the stall made a lot of noise and shoved, but in the end, no one dared to spread wild on the warlord's territory, so they could only swallow this breath.

Some of the subordinates who made clothes for the lord paid happily, but they didn't spend their own money anyway, and their lord was not bad for money.

There are also some small shopkeepers who count their fingers and find that it is a loss to buy materials at this price and go back to make clothes, so they scold and leave.

There are also some people who heard that the price of cloth is going to rise, and they think that they can speculate, so they quickly took out the Xilan coin and bought it first.

More residents passing by were discussing whether something big had happened to Mammoth City again. There were even people who spread the news of Alayyan's defeat in a panic, saying that the shrouds and bandages on the front line were in a hurry, so the price of this cloth rose to the sky.

However, this analysis seems too one-sided.

After all, it's not just the price of cloth, but also sugarcane, sugar, soybeans, corn, and other messy things are all rising.

Some people cursed the Moon Clan, thinking that it was the unclean blood, which had cursed the fortunes of the empire, and that the only way to break the curse was to draw a large array with their blood.

Some cursed the merchants of Golden Gallen Harbor, after all, those guys who took advantage of the fire to rob were indeed immoral, and the origin of this Xilan coin must be dishonorable.

Some knowledgeable people scolded Chu Guang, the alliance manager who was sitting on the front line of Haiya Province in a daze.

The reason why I say knowledgeable is because people who haven't read a few second-hand newspapers really don't necessarily know the names of the league managers.

This is the bitterness of being in a cocoon, due to the lack of access to information, sometimes I only see the slap when I am beaten, but I don't know where the slap is.

I don't even know where the slap flew from. On the other side, the suburbs of White Tiger City.

Hundreds of pedal sewing machines are crowded into the factory building of more than ten acres, and the sound of "lulu" rings non-stop in the factory.

This garment factory, named "Farhan", was opened by a tiger merchant named Farhan, which is not only the largest garment factory in the whole White Tiger City, but also the earliest factory in the whole Huzhou.

Two months ago, the LTTE's supreme commander, Commander Jehavanv, bought the factory for a small sum of money, followed by an additional 10 million gallons of investment, procuring a batch of equipment from the port of Golden Gallon, and expanding the factory's production scale.

And this plant did not live up to General Jaha's expectations.

Today, one-fifth of the towels, curtains, bedding and shirts used by the residents of Golden Gallon Harbor are produced here.

At the beginning, the Tiger Clan merchant who sold the factory was all repentant.

The whole factory was like a money printing machine, constantly supplying the Tigers with cash and milk, so much so that the Tigers were now replaced with the LD-47 full of alliance flavor, just like the defenders of the Golden Gallen Harbor, which was much better equipped than the Gray Wolf Army.

Just when the long-term workers stepped on the sewing machine and wanted to fly, the bookkeeper also pressed the calculator quickly, and meticulously calculated the accounts against the ledger.

Although the goods exported from Huzhou to the port of Jingallen earn gallons, that is, foreign exchange, this gallon cannot be directly taken out and used in Huzhou.

Whether it is a dinar, a silver coin or a gallon, it needs to be "settled" before it can be deposited in the real sense of the factory in the White Tiger City bank or bank account.

After all, the empire is not the South China Sea Alliance of the "collapse of the local currency", and neither gallons nor silver coins can be directly circulated within the empire in the legal sense, at most they are used by people in private. Factories can use their foreign exchange balances to purchase equipment from the Port of Goldgallon, but must exchange gallons for Silan coins in order to purchase raw materials and pay workers within the empire.

Therefore, the accounting office has to do a routine job every month, checking the bank's remittance records to confirm which part of the gallon will be used for foreign exchange settlement and which part of the gallon will be used for equipment procurement or payment for external technical personnel.

The banks in White Tiger City are relatively lenient on foreign exchange management, mainly because the warlords don't know much about this thing, and they usually throw it to the people below to manage.

The people below don't understand it, so they copy it according to the model of the Golden Gallon Harbor, and see what those who get fat up first do, and they do it.

It is precisely for this reason that the general owner can decide when to settle the foreign exchange and how much to settle, and if he wants to use silver coins, he has to report to the bank.

However, this month is quite weird.

First of all, the payment received by the garment factory was forcibly settled into Xilan currency according to the exchange rate of the previous month, and then the profit on the ledger was reduced from more than 10 million Xilan currency at the beginning of the month to minus 2 million, which shocked the old man who was in charge of the accounts.

The first one is actually nothing, this garment factory is the industry of the warlords, and the money bank that settles foreign exchange is also opened by the military masters of Huzhou. He didn't bother to care about those old man's left hand and right hand, anyway, no matter which pocket the money was put in, it was in the master's pocket, as long as he knew where it went.

If you really want to be in a hurry, it is also those small workshops, after all, those gallons and even silver coins that have not been settled in the bank are earned by themselves, and the banks in White Tiger City are equivalent to confiscating the silver coins on their accounts, and they really don't plan to ask for any credibility.

However, it was the second problem that killed him. Why are the profits gone?

"Blame...... What about money? ”

Why is it that the more you produce, the poorer you are?

The old man looked confused, dipped his index finger with saliva, and forcibly turned over the ledger in his hand calmly, and finally found the clue in the raw material.

In just one month, the price of cotton cloth has doubled, and even the most stable price of linen has risen by eighty percent.

The profit of the first half of the month was directly swallowed up by the price increase of raw materials in the second half of the month, and it is no wonder that the busy work ended with a loss of two million Xilan coins.

That's not a small matter.

In the first half of the month, I made a little profit, but I only lost so much when I calculated it together.

If this trend continues, I am afraid that they will have to lose 20 million Xilan coins next month, and they will have to go bankrupt in half a year at most!

The bookkeeper was sweating profusely, and was about to get up to find the factory director, but at this time, the foreman on duty suddenly knocked on the door and walked in, looking at him sitting behind the table and said cautiously.

"Sir...... The workers are clamoring for wages, do you think you can settle the money for them first? ”

In fact, it was not a big deal to be in arrears for a week or two, and those free people who worked long hours were quite able to endure hardships and were very sympathetic to the old man.

However, I don't know what happened recently, except for the red soil, the price of the entire White Tiger City has not increased, and even the soybean meal for feeding livestock has risen.

The bookkeeper's expression froze, and he sat back on the butt of the chair that had just been removed, glaring at the foreman with a dark face.

"Lao Tzu's account hasn't been settled yet, what are you urging!

The foreman said with a bitter face.

"Master, it's not that I'm urging you, I'm not in a hurry, it's mainly because those who are in a hurry to work.

The bookkeeper waved his pen impatiently and made a gesture that he was still busy.

"Let them go to work first, General Jeha's big family business, will they be given this little money? Love to do it, don't do it, don't bother Lao Tzu to count money. ”

The foreman looked aggrieved and complained bitterly, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only leave the office with his head down.

For a whole day, the entire White Tiger City seemed to have fallen into evil, from the cloth market that did small business to the factory that did big business.

The people who worked were busy from morning to night, and the settlers were busy from night to morning, but no one saw where the Xilan coins went.

In addition to the farmers who sold cotton, sugar cane and other cash crops and the nobles on the estates.

They are the least affected at the upstream or source of the industrial chain, and can even be said to be the biggest beneficiaries of this round of "active inflation".

Of course, this is only for now.

Soon they will find that the fertilizer that originally cost 100 Xilan coins will skyrocket by two or three times, and the art and makeup bought by the second lady will also multiply.

Because for the time being, these things have to be imported from the port of Golden Gallen in foreign exchange.

Beyond the plantation and further down are weaving and sugar-making. These large factories are relatively upstream, and they can pass on some of the costs to the weaving and food processing industries further downstream.

However, this has suffered the downstream industry, and the further down you go, the more you can feel the biting cold.

Especially for those small shopkeepers who need to expand their production with silver coins and want to compete with the merchants of the Golden Gallen Harbor for foreign trade orders, the labor pain will be particularly long.

After all, the loan of 30 billion Xilan coins was only the first knife of Duke Nehak's "self-palace", and the advance payment of 50 million silver coins for the purchase of the ship was the most ruthless knife, which directly made the small shopkeepers in Huzhou and Leopard Prefecture who were still in the primitive accumulation stage work in vain for half a year.

Nihac's act of kindness directly emptied the Imperial Royal Mint's external reserves, and it is estimated that there are still 10 million silver coins to spend every month.

The Imperial Royal Mint could not come up with enough silver coins, so it had to tighten the faucet and reduce the quota of money banks and banks along the Yongliu River in the empire to exchange Xilan coins for silver coins.

The banks in White Tiger City couldn't exchange Xilan coins for silver coins, and they couldn't even meet the exchange needs of the warlord's own factory, let alone the small workshops and shopkeepers in Huzhou.

Not only did they close the exchange channels for the little sparrows, but they also confiscated the silver coins in their pockets and forcibly exchanged them for Xilan coins.

Some small workshops with a little bit of technology were about to evolve into factories, but before they could start competing with the factories in Port Goldgallen or were picked by the warlords, they exploded on the spot.

A handful of bankrupt operators set their sights on the distant Mammoth State, where they heard that like the Port of the Golden Gallen, was issuing its own currency, and that merchants from all over the world were welcome to invest.

If you come with equipment, you can use the equipment as collateral to get a loan with a very low interest rate.

You can even borrow silver coins.

Although it is also the territory of the warlords, it also has its own advantages, one is closer to Silvermoon Bay, and the other is the parish with the Silvermoon Church.

Those who love cats don't just run churches in their parishes, but also banks.

Even though there is uncertainty about the war in Mammoth State, and there has been a flood there recently, it is so nice to be able to use equipment as collateral to get silver coins.

At the end of the day, the foundation of the empire is still too thin.

It has not been a few months since the embargo was lifted, and if you save up for decades and toss again, it may not explode so quickly.

Even if it was to explode, it would take ten or twenty years to blow it up.

The impact on the ecology of the industrial chain is the same, and the same is true for the turbulence of the "food chain".

When the big fish are hungry and eat the small fish, the small fish are hungry and eat the dried shrimp, and in the end, it is the microorganisms and mayflies that suffer.

The serfs were able to drink soup with the master, and the freedmen working in the factories could not find a place to go back to farming.

The red clay, which was almost unsalable, sold well again, and there were more people scavenging in the empty wilderness.

They're actually lucky.

What about other states other than Tiger and Leopard, even the residents of Jingallen Harbor, which stands at the end of the Yongliu River, may not know.

However, all of this has no effect on the South China Sea Alliance.

The generous Grand Duke Nehac became the most "hot" figure in the North Island.

The Daily Survivor, which had just opened in Kitajima, wrote a separate column for him, praising the $30 billion in charity and calling his refusal to come down on a boat as an example of thrift.

Lee Ming-hui called him the "Governor of Borneo", but later due to the protest of the ID holder himself, he changed his name to General McLenan of Borneo Province when he published the newspaper.

It is impossible for the Willant to come to the Far East to trouble him for such a.

Moreover, the survivors of Borneo are extremely obsessed with the Wilantes, and this sycophant is louder than the previous one.

People always have to be beautiful for a while before they are buried, and the Grand Duke of the Empire is no exception.

Nehak was so happy every day during this time, his face was ruddy as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he was not even afraid to meet the guys who had caught him once in a while.

Although winter was only showing its tail a little, he felt that he and the spring of the empire seemed to be coming together.

Just when the warlords of Huzhou and Leopard State were scratching their heads in confusion, wondering where their little money had gone, Alayan, who was far away on the front line of Mammoth State and had done his filial piety for the empire, was also confused with a capital letter.

However, the latter was not because he lost his money, but because his men were beaten by the elusive guerrillas and could not find the north.

The ferocious firepower made him think that the alliance had gone down in person!

It's not just firepower.

And the number of resistance troops is also more and more fighting, the more they fight, the more they fight, the more cunning they become.

At first, they only fought guerrillas on the state borders of Mammoth State, but later they began to appear in Mazstan and Bird Island.

These people specially watched the supply lines of the Gray Wolf Army, so that the transport teams that escorted the supplies did not dare to walk at night, let alone hang the double sword flag of the royal family.

To make matters worse, his spies also discovered that the rebels had built a deep-water port in Mammoth City and a railroad connecting it to it.

When Alayan heard this, he almost vomited blood. Where the hell did these dirt dogs get their steel and cement?! Could it be that it was also sent by the Alliance?

Is that shitty day's Lassi the illegitimate son of the Alliance Administrator?!

Just when he was angry, his henchman handed him another secret letter, saying that the patrolling soldiers had picked it up at the front line.

To General Alayan:

With the talent of a general, he can completely tear the earth and become a king, so why pay for a good time for an empire that is about to die?

Now the empire is dead, and everything is to blame.

If you defect to me, I will not only spare you a life, but also make you the captain of the resistance. If you don't believe me, you can choose any state and go on your own, and as long as you don't move me, I promise that my command will not set foot on your territory.

Alayan opened the letter and looked at it, his teeth chattering. "This dog thief!"

But I won a few games by luck, so arrogant!

He crumpled the letter into a ball and smashed it on the candlestick with hatred, but he didn't want to smash it over, and almost burned the command tent.

The fire was saved, but the people in the gray wolf army were panicking.

More and more incomprehensible confusion tormented everyone in the Empire from the front to the rear, and in contrast to the increasingly passionate cries in the daily newspaper Golden Gallen Harbor Survivors.

A wave of unprecedented magnitude and scale is brewing in the midst of a wave of loud voices, an energy more powerful than nuclear weapons.

That's the energy of progress!

Even Jodu, who had persuaded Lassi to stay, had to admit after seeing the news in the newspaper that maybe he was really blind this time.

The guy who can stand up when everyone is burying their heads and dare not pant loudly, the guy who dares to reach out for a gun when everyone is only willing to endure the oppression, how can he be a reckless man with nothing else?

Just like the words of the officers of the alliance when they laughed at them - can the princes cry day and night, can they scold the witch to death?

In the end, he really stood up.

Maybe I'm too him.

In the dead of night, Jordu couldn't help but think about it, regretting that he didn't have a drink with him when he practiced for him.

The province of four million square kilometers is already in turmoil.

But just before that storm finally came, a more intense and widespread storm came first.

After two months of preparation, the horn of the offensive on the southern front has finally sounded again!