Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 332

2021-07-03

Chapter 332 Speculative Business
The trading of poll tickets is the most prosperous speculative business in Revodan.

The official name of the head ticket is [Imperial Calendar 559 Tiefeng County Military Merit Land Replacement Certificate]. This name is too eloquent, no matter who hears it for the first time, the reaction is: "Ah? What?"

Therefore, in overwhelming majority occasions, people invariably use its common name - head coupon.

There is no public exchange for poll tickets, so there is no universally recognized real-time price.

But whether it is a physical head or a paper certificate, except for the initial period of circulation, the price fluctuates, and the price is generally rising in the rest of the day, until today.

After the result of the "Battle of Bloody Mud" was passed back to Rewardan, those speculators who immediately bought the first class with a single throw, quadrupled or even tripled their net worth.

Businessmen with slower reactions and conservative personalities will not lose money even if they bet a lot.

In a business that only has big profits and small profits, it is the same commodity whose price is always rising. Even a person who is calm and restrained, deep in one's heart will be greedy.

For a time, head coupons occupied the living rooms, bedrooms and kitchens of the Gévordans.

In front of the fire, at the dining table, on the bed, from the tycoon businessman to the peddler, everyone talks about the head ticket.

Talk about why the price of poll coupons will increase, when the poll coupons can go up, and whether to buy some poll coupons.

...

Old Priskin's study.

"You tell the truth." Old Priskin knocked on his pipe and asked slowly, "How many head tickets have you collected?"

"Not much." Little Priskin grunted.

"How much?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, little Priskin said a number.

A big, big number.

Little Priskin shrank his neck, ready to meet the thunderous fury of the grandfather.

didn't expect, old Priskin just filled his pipe and said plainly: "It's your ability to get this number with that little capital."

Having said that, old Priskin motioned grandson to sit down: "Tell me, tell me from beginning to end, without omission and in detail."...

The father may be strict with his son, but he must There is no way to get grandson.

Probably because there is often an invisible competition between father and son, and there is only "love of the calf" left after a generation.

When little Priskin was caught plotting a rebellion, old Priskin was so angry that he broke his leg.

After a while, old fogey's anger died down, and little Priskin became grandfather's precious grandson again, but he was not allowed to participate in the family's business.

The Priskin Trading Company didn't spend much on "first-tier speculation," but was one of the first sellers to buy first-tier.

As early as when the good news came back to Revordan, the old Priskin called grandson into the study and gave the latter a small bag of gold coins to buy some heads.

Little Priskin counted the money with a look of embarrassment: "grandfather, that's all?"

"This is not business." Old Priskin instructed grandson: "A statement is enough."

"Oh." Little Priskin was reluctant.

I didn't make a big bet, not because the old man didn't see the business opportunities, but because the Pris Jin Family was one of the very best wealthy businessmen in Revodan, so he couldn't take the risk.

Old fogey is like a mirror in his heart: as long as the blood wolf fulfills its promise, the price of Heard's head will definitely rise; but to make money, the purchase price must be lowered.

And "purchasing the head at a low price" is nakedly squeezing those soldiers with military merit, which is tantamount to digging the foundation of blood wolves.

If someone else was standing at the table, old fogey wouldn't say a word. But his own grandson, the son of the deceased eldest son, had to teach.

"You've also been on the city wall, how dangerous is the war? You don't know. The arrow of the barbarian Heard flies over and can kill people at once." Recalling the experience of defending the city, old Price Jin was also a little moved:

"A soldier has to fight for his life to get a head, but you spend a few small money and buy it easily, is this fair? Make trouble, Your Excellency the tribune may be able to grit his teeth and endure it. If you go too far, the blood wolf will overturn the table! Never forget, they are holding a knife in their hands."

Xiao Xiao Priskin said "oh", looking rather frustrated.

There were only grandmother and granddaughter in the study, old Priskin asked: "Do you know why I won't let you do business again?"

Little Priskin's voice was low It was almost inaudible: "Because I got into trouble."

Old Priskin asked again, "You think I'm punishing you?"

Little Priskin Low He shook his head and said nothing.

"Your father left early, and the person who loves you the most in the world is me. How could I punish you in this way? You are not allowed to do business, let you idle around, and eventually become a pig in captivity?" Old Priskin looked at the grandson, and the more he looked like the deceased elder son: "Don't you understand? I will no longer let you deal with business, because I have a more suitable arrangement for you."

小Little Priskin lifts the head, puzzled.

"You Uncle is timid and cautious. If you hand it over to Priskin Trading Company, you will not be defeated." Old Priskin sighed: "Don't you like to take risks? Like to gamble on luck? After thinking about it, another business is more suitable for you."

"What business?" Although little Priskin was reckless, he was not stupid, and quickly responded: "grandfather, Shouldn't you let me go..."

Remembering the phrase "don't cry, laugh" etched in his mind, little Priskin shuddered subconsciously, using all the limbs Language refusal: "no no no no...I don't want to go, you can let me be a captive pig, I am willing to be a captive pig...or let me be an apprentice to Uncle, whatever..."

"You're right." Even if grandson wanted to be a captive pig, old Priskin couldn't allow it: "I just want you to go to the tribune of Montagne."

...

After taking the grandfather's errand, little Priskin began to wonder where and how to buy a head.

At that time, the siege of Gervodan had just ended, and the head of the barbarian Heard and the militiamen who defended the city were also cut off.

Some militiamen are dragging their families with their families, can't wait to exchange land, and want to sell their heads for emergency response;
Some militiamen have many people working together to make a head, and they don't know how to distribute the land in the future. Just exchange it for money.

Many militiamen are willing to sell their heads, but very few are willing to buy them, for two reasons:

First, no one knows whether the Blood Wolf will keep its promise.

After all, "make a wish before reaching the goal, and fall out to become hostile after reaching the goal" is the traditional culture of the gentlemen.

If the blood wolf falls out to become hostile, the head is just a stinky, twisted human head, not worth a penny.

Second, even if the blood wolf fulfills the contract and fulfills the first-level merit, when the newly reclaimed Legion quells the rebellion, the land that was distributed will definitely be taken away, and it will still be futile in the end.

Therefore, even if they smell business opportunities, most people still choose to wait and see. begin to stir, and dare not act rashly.

However, for little Priskin, these two problems are not problems at all.

Little Priskin had seen the blood wolf. Although he did not get along well, he was sure that the blood wolf would never break his oath easily.

In addition, little Priskin walked around the grandfather and came into contact with a lot of "insider information".

Example: What determines the victory of bloody mud is a hussar charge - but there are no hussars in Tiefeng County; Mrs. Ronald dismissed the cooks and servants;

Another example: grandfather is counting the number of backlogs of goods in various Trading Companies, and it seems that they are going to negotiate a big deal at one time.

All the signs made little Priskin have a bold idea: Is it possible... Is it possible that Legion, the new land, intends to recruit the blood wolf rebels?
If so, then the issue of [land legality] is no longer an issue.

Little Priskin is also convinced that the blood wolf will add the requirement of "legalization of land grant" in the negotiation conditions.

That guy is just that kind of guy, cruel, violent, but he never eats and slaps his ass and walks away - little Priskin has that strong feeling.

The heaven-sent opportunity was just around the corner, and little Priskin couldn't hold back his excitement, and suddenly he had endless energy.

 …

Gervodin, the goldsmith’s workshop in Ille.

"Two to eighteen." Little Priskin held onto Ille's arm and didn't let go.

"No, no, no." Iller shook his head like a rattle: "Impossible."

"Two to seventeen!" Little Priskin raised the volume.

Ile was helpless: "Price Young Master Jin, you should go to another workshop and ask."

Little Priskin let go, and fiercely slapped the table: " Then two to sixteen!"

"The market is now two to fifteen." Ille's expression was extremely uncomfortable.

"But I want to pay more!"

"That's not good either, I lose one for two. I can't do this business."

"The price of gold coin will definitely continue to rise, and the value of Silver Coin is depreciating every moment. When the time comes, there is no way for you to be exchanged."

Goldsmith Ile sighed: "Then We have to see the quality of the gold coin first.”

“Don’t worry! I can still lie to you?” Little Priskin happily took out the purse he got from grandfather: “It’s all the best. Carter."

"Price Young Master Jin, it's because you said that you need to exchange a lot at one time, so I reluctantly agreed to two versus sixteen." Ille directly lowered his face and weighed the money. Bag: "This can't be called 'a lot'."

"There's more!" Little Priskin quickly took out a wooden box from his backpack.

I opened the wooden box and saw that there were gold and silver necklaces, earrings, buttons, knives and forks...

Ile's face was ugly: "Price Young Master Jin, you Are you trying to abscond?"

"Of course not." Seeing that the goldsmith Elle's face was so black that ink was about to drip, little Priskin hurriedly eased the atmosphere: "These gold and silverware should be pressed twice. Fifteen is ready."

"Two to fifteen?" A few dull hums came from the depths of Eller's nose: "It takes a fire to melt the utensils into coins."

"Then I will pledge it to you, and I will redeem it after a while." Little Priskin picked up his backpack and asked tentatively, "By the way, do you want to buy a sword? The best steel mouth, Relief is the work of a master craftsman in Weissinberg...or do you know who wants to buy a sword?"

...

Gevodan, the house of potter Megan.

A half-sized boy about the age of little Priskin walked into the living room with a clay pot: "What the hell are you doing? Are you in such a hurry to borrow money?"

" Don't worry about it." Little Priskin has been impatiently waiting: "I promise to pay you back." Companion - Little Megan raised the gavel, stood for a while, and finally turned back with a sad face: "I can't let go."

"I'll come." Little Priskin took the gavel, With a vigorous swipe, the belly of the clay pot was broken.

Silver Coin "hua la la" flows out.

…

Gevodan, the home of Tom the builder.

"aunt!" Little Priskin pushed in the door: "Can you lend me some money?"

......

Recently, There is a "conversion gap" in the value of Gold Silver Coin in Revodan.

2 Gold Plates or 12 Silver Plates can buy a Malt's worth of flour, but 15 Silver Coins can be exchanged for 2 Gold Coins.

This is because the haze of war has not yet dissipated, and people are generally more willing to collect gold that is conducive to preservation and stable currency.

Little Priskin tried his best and finally got 6,000 silver plates - Silver Coin minted by the Republic of Palato.

With this start-up capital, little Priskin did not directly buy the first grade, but first bought it at a low price from the Revodan grain merchant in the name of Priskin Trading Company A batch of flour.

He played a trick, first hired a few homeless people to carry barbarian heads in the streets and alleys to sell them in the slums, and the prices were extremely low.

But no matter how low the price is, the slum dwellers can't afford it, let alone buy it.

It wasn't until after the head was successfully devalued in people's minds that little Priskin began to trade flour for his head.

In the beginning, little Priskin bought the first class in Gervodin.

But he soon discovered that because the blood wolf allocated military rations for civilian use, the demand for flour by the civilians in Gervodan was not large, unless it was a family with many children.

In fact, the most in need of the people of Gervodan is non-staple food, such as bacon and vegetables. Some are even willing to trade a head for a bottle of wine.

In contrast, those villages and towns that were more severely damaged by the war had greater demand for food, and the distribution was extremely balanced.

In some villages, the grain hoards are well-kept, and the Hurd people have nothing to gain;
In some villages, all the grains were looted, and the farmers returned to their homes and had to flee again as a last resort.

Little Priskin sensed an opportunity.

Gevodan civilians are not short of food for the time being, but the army is very short of food. Because the army has to consider the future, not the present.

On the one hand, little Priskin exchanged grain for horse corpses, used the trading company's convoy to bring back the corpses of war horses in batches from the battlefield, and then exchanged heads from the Revodan militia.

On the other hand, he spared no effort to hire people to promote the "useless theory of the first class" in Gervodin, desperately driving down the purchase price of the first class.

Things were going well, but little Priskin soon discovered a problem: He was out of money.

Buying food, delivering cargo, hiring manpower, everything costs money.

The head has come up a bit, but the purse has bottomed out. Because Little Priskin tried his best to lower the price of the first grade, the purchase price was getting lower day by day, and there was no way to return the funds.

It stands to reason that this is where things should end.

But at this time, other speculators entered the market.

From "don't dare to buy" to "buy with courage", there are many reasons that affect the mentality of businessmen in Revodan.

For example: the station has issued several announcements to reiterate the validity of the "Decapitation Order".

Another example: Priskin Trading Company's aggressive acquisition of the first grade deeply stimulated the speculators who started to stir.

Heads became a hot commodity in Gervodin for a while, and speculators carrying gold and silver poured into the slums and barracks, pestering the militias to exchange the twisted, blue-tinged heads of the dead.

Little Megan ran to find little Priskin: "You borrowed money from me to buy a head?"

"Yes"

"Then How much have you bought now?"

Little Priskin said a number.

Little Megan almost startled to fall the chin: "This...you...then didn't you make a profit this time?"

Little Priskin was a little lethargic: " Maybe."

"Then can you pay me back first?" Little Megan asked pitifully.

"What? Are you in a hurry to spend money?" Little Priskin knew that his friend was not a jealous person.

"Prices for first grades have been high recently." Little Megan fiddled with her fingers: "I also want to buy a few."

Little Priskin had an epiphany and took a deep breath: "I'm afraid I can't pay back the money, my money has become the first grade. No cash."

"Oh." Little Megan was disappointed.

"But I still have a way."

"What?"

Little Priskin patted the shoulder of the good buddy: "I count you as a stake. How's it going?"

...

Gevodan, a goldsmith's workshop in Ille.

"Mr. Ille!" Little Priskin pushed open the door: "Do you know what I'm doing with the money?"

......

Gervodin, the home of Tom the builder.

"aunt!" Little Priskin ran into the house energetically and bustling: "Do you know what I'm doing with the money?"

......

Old Priskin's study.

Old Priskin didn't criticize, applaud, or surprise. He slowly smoked his pipe until he heard this before he asked the first sentence: "You borrowed the second capital like this. ?"

"Borrowed some, but not much." Little Priskin dared not show any pride.

"Go on."

...

After more merchants started to participate in this speculative business, the price of the first grade was in Gervoudan as the tide rises, the boat floats.

It has become very difficult to replace the head with grain and non-staple food as before, and the cost is also rising.

The idea of Little Priskin's partners is to "sell the head and buy it again in a remote village. The head outside Gervoudan should still be cheap, and you can make a price difference."

"It's okay to go to the village and town to buy a head, but not to sell it." Little Priskin categorically refused: "The head is not a dead head, but a hundred acres of land. A hundred acres. How much is the land worth? How much is a head now? The price of the head will definitely rise higher in the future, and it would be a loss to sell it now!"

"What should I do?" Tanshou: "Our money is only so little."

"Maybe...there is another way."

...

Gevodan, Ille goldsmith's workshop.

There are three precious metal craftsmen in Gervodan, and the other two have been invited to the workshop by Ille at this moment.

Precious metal craftsmen tend to make a little investment because they have a lot of gold and silver deposited by customers.

“Wait, what are you doing?” asked a frowned, a square-faced goldsmith.

Little Priskin repeated it calmly: "Please buy shares."

"Share?" Another long-faced silversmith glanced at Eller: "What shares? ."

Little Priskin talks about his little business.

Of course the goldsmiths and silversmiths also knew about the head of the Hurds.

But the square-faced goldsmith quickly shook the head: "There are profits and losses in doing business. It's easy to say when you make a profit, but once we lose our money, we can't afford to lose."

Having said that, the square-faced goldsmith stood up and looked like he was about to leave.

The long-faced silversmith nodded approvingly, and got his ass off the chair.

"You can't buy shares." Little Priskin asked loudly, "How about a loan?"

"How much?"

"A lot."

"What's the mortgage?"

"Head's head."

The goldsmith flatly refused: "No, who knows what will happen to the Hurd tomorrow. Is the head still worth it?"

Little Priskin said an interest, a very high interest.

The square-faced goldsmith fell silent.

The long-faced silversmith asked, "If you don't pay the principal, what's the use of setting the interest higher?"

"Do you know who I am?" Little Prith Jin asked back, "Will I pay you back?"

"Mr. Priskin." The square-faced goldsmith's attitude softened obviously: "You now... mean your grandfather, Or are you making up your own mind?"

"Of course it's my grandfather's errand." Little Priskin briefly exposed it, and put forward a more attractive condition: "I can give you the interest again. Doubled—but there is a request."

The long-faced silversmith did not directly refuse, but asked hesitantly: "What is the request?"

"I can pay you high interest, You can also use my family's property as a mortgage." Little Priskin proposed arrogantly: "But when repaying, you must allow me to repay in the form of the head."

......

Old Priskin's study.

"They said yes?" asked old Priskin, squinting.

"No." Little Priskin replied sullenly.

"It's not too stupid."

Little Priskin swallowed: "But in the end they agreed to lend me a sum of money—with the head and May The house deed of the root family is the collateral."

"oh?"

"One is to look at your face, and the other is... something happened on the second day."

“What?”

“The county government issued an announcement saying that all heads should be exchanged for [head coupons].”

 …

In the days that followed, little Priskin's actions became simple.

He bought grain from villages with surplus grain and transported it to those famine villages for replacement.

On the other hand, he simply used money to buy poll tickets from the soldiers stranded in the town of Sank. The hussars were his big clients.

The hussars brought by Gaisa were guest troops, and even if they cut off more heads, they would not be able to settle down in Tiefeng County directly.

Therefore, the overwhelming majority Hussars exchanged their head coupons for wine and drink, and of course some hussars secretly hid a few head coupons.

During this period, Priskin Jr. sold a portion of his head, but mortgaged more often.

Relying on [buy, mortgage, re-buy] and [acquisition of shareholders], little Priskin's speculative business was booming, until the old Priskin who heard the wind Call into the study to ask questions.

...

Old Priskin put down his pipe, and little Priskin stood up at once.

"You've been through many misfortunes throughout childhood, and I rarely blame you. Do you know why?" asked the old Priskin.

"Because you hurt me." Little Priskin replied in a low voice.

"Because your great-grandfather said a word to me." Old Priskin slowly repeated the father's words: "Those who can make a big disaster can hold a major event."

Old Priskin paused for a moment and continued: "However, those who can hold a major event can also make a big disaster. There is often a dotted line between holding a major event and making a big disaster. Sooner or later I will You will die, you have to learn to grasp the difference."

Little Priskin was silent for a long time before replying in a low voice: "I know, grandfather."

" It's no use knowing you now." Old Priskin sighed: "Go to the blood wolf and ask for forgiveness yourself."

......

The single officer's residence, will living room.

Three knocks on the door.

"Please come in."

Little Priskin restless pushed open the door, and saw the blood wolf wearing an ugly knitted coat, half-lying in a relaxed posture. chair, and a fat, round-faced middle age person was chatting something in a dialect he didn't understand.

Seeing him walk into the room, the blood wolf sat up straight.

"You have a guest?" The fat middle-aged man said goodbye: "Then I'll avoid it first."

"No, you have to keep it, this is what you want to see The man." The blood wolf also smiled and glanced at the little Priskin: "He is the [strangely pronounced sea blue dialect]."

Little Priskin saw the fat middle -aged man looked him up and down, suddenly laughed heartily: "It turns out that our little mouse is here!"

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