The low-key king of pirates

Chapter 99

Green returned to the medical hall and immediately notified Sander, and the medical hall reopened.

"Boss, the plan is almost underway, and we are driving up prices crazily." Sander reported to Green as soon as he came over.

"To what extent?" Green asked casually, not in a hurry.

"This is the report sent by Griffin yesterday, and the records are fairly detailed." Sander took out a document with data from his arms and put it in front of Green.

After Green picked up the document and looked at it carefully for a while, he shook his head and said, "Not enough, the current pace is too slow, tell them, it can be done crazier."

"Subordinates understand." Sand nodded and stepped aside.

"Is the doctor here? My mother has a high fever, can you help me look at it?" A little girl about ten years old stood anxiously at the door and said.

Green walked to the door and looked at the young woman slumped on the chair. Her face was hot and her lips were chapped. She really looked like she had a high fever and a cold.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor illness." Green touched the little girl's head and comforted her.

Green casually adjusted the needle tube, injected a needle into the young woman's arm, prescribed a few doses of medicine, and noted the dosage of the medicine in detail, and then repeatedly instructed the little girl before sending the mother and daughter to the hospital. Walk.

As for the money, Green didn't take any money. He didn't see a doctor for making money. After treating a patient with his own hands, Green felt that his mood had improved a lot.

A few days later, the cured young woman and the little girl came to Green's medical clinic to express their thanks and brought a basket of eggs.

Green was not pretentious, just put it away, and sent the mother and daughter away very plainly.

Unexpectedly, after the mother and daughter returned to the village, they would say that Green was good to everyone they met, and just like that, the reputation of the random medical center became famous so casually.

Of course, being famous is not necessarily a good thing. The other medical clinics are not happy, and they have great opinions on the random medical clinic.

The random medical clinic not only does not use fake or inferior medicines, but also is very casual. In many cases, no money is charged. How can other doctors who run medical clinics for a living bear it?
These few medical clinics share the same hatred and set up a resistance alliance to run out any medical clinics.

Except for Windmill Village, the paradise of Goya Kingdom, the whole country outside has fallen into madness.

Fried salt has become synonymous with making a fortune.

Many people have made a lot of money in the process of frying salt. In just over a month, their net worth has increased by more than ten times, and they have become well-off families.

Because Green is still driving up the price crazily, almost regardless of the cost, many people who sold in advance almost regretted their intestines.

In the royal palace of the Kingdom of Goa, a group of ministers were arguing and discussing the abnormal price of salt.

"Your Majesty, the recent increase in the price of salt is too exaggerated and has completely exceeded the purchasing power of the people. If things go on like this, the Kingdom of Goa will fall into turmoil!"

The Minister of Finance was the first to stand up. As the person in charge of the country's finances, he immediately discovered the abnormality.

As a country in the East China Sea, the Kingdom of Goya has never experienced such a strange thing. Many people have become rich overnight in this incident.

The money that Green put in was just an introduction, which allowed more wealthy businessmen to spy on business opportunities and began to hoard a large amount of salt stocks.

"It's a bit abnormal, and I don't know who bought the salt in such a way that it has become so in short supply. What's the benefit of doing this?" Altruk III sat on the throne with a questioning expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, table salt usually looks inconspicuous, but it is a basic need of the people's life. If the price exceeds the affordability of the people, there may be troubles!" The Minister of Agriculture stood up and said.

"What's going to happen? Do you know how much the tax was on salt alone last month?"

"One month's tax is equivalent to last year's half year's income. No matter what the result is, our country has become richer."

"Your Majesty, this subordinate feels that this is a great thing!"

The Minister of Taxation has tasted the sweetness during this time, and he doesn't take other people's words to heart at all.

"Is that true?" Altruk III, who was sitting on the throne, stood up excitedly and asked joyfully.

Apparently, Altruk values ​​actual interests more than the survival pressure of the people.

"Short-sighted! If His Majesty doesn't trust the old minister, sooner or later the Kingdom of Goa will be in trouble!" The Minister of Agriculture was furious, and said absolutely.

"What's the big mess? It's nothing more than the death of a few untouchables. This kind of thing will be suppressed by the army, so you don't need to worry about it!" The tax minister is relatively young, and as a nobleman, he doesn't care about the lives and deaths of civilians at all.

"You yellow-mouthed boy, how dare you confuse His Majesty, the old minister will kill you even if he dies!"

Although the Minister of Agriculture was old, he was full of blood. He walked towards the Minister of Taxation with his old steps, with a desperate posture.

"Presumptuous! Come, take this old guy down for me!" Outrouk III yelled with a livid face, and was about to have the Minister of Agriculture taken out directly.

"Wait! Your Majesty doesn't need to do anything. The old minister asks to resign and go back to seclusion." The Minister of Agriculture was already disheartened at this moment, and he was completely disappointed with these aristocratic royal families.

"Okay, I agree with your request!" Altruk III had no intention of keeping him, and directly agreed to the Minister of Agriculture's resignation.

The old man staggered away after hearing what Altruk III said, leaving only a miserable figure behind.

When a group of ministers saw the fate of the Minister of Agriculture, everyone became submissive. Only the Minister of Finance glanced at the direction in which the Minister of Agriculture was leaving, and remained silent.

"Your Majesty, your subordinates feel that the matter of salt is an opportunity for us!" The Minister of Taxation said after seeing the dismissal of the Minister of Agriculture.

"What opportunity, tell me?" Altruk III adjusted his mood a little and asked with a little interest.

"If we hoard a large amount of salt in the name of the country, then we will sell it at a high price, and we will definitely make a lot of money!" The tax minister looked at the king with flattering eyes, and his eyes were full of greed.

"Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible!"

"Once His Majesty really does this, the price of salt will remain high, and the people will not be able to buy it, and there will inevitably be big troubles."

When the Minister of Finance heard the suggestion of the Minister of Taxation, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly remonstrated.

"Those untouchables will only lower the image of our Goya Kingdom. A few years ago, a fire did not burn them to death. Now using them to make some money is considered waste utilization."

"There is no need to discuss this matter any more, just follow what the Minister of Taxation has said!"

Ignoring the Minister of Finance who hesitated to speak, Altruk III's eyes were shining with the brilliance of money, and he made a decision directly.

(End of this chapter)