In the early morning, the messenger entered the city.

Before noon, bad news had spread throughout the steel fort.

The imagined scene of "Soringen Prefecture climbed a high and called out, and other autonomous prefectures gathered to respond" did not appear, but the representative of Solingen realized that he had become a minority.

The hasty counterattack of Steel Fort, with the strength of a state, and with the early prepared House of Lords, the battle situation is terrible. Not only did it fail to overturn the embargo order, but it was instead taken advantage of the situation by the pro-United Provincial Representatives in the House of Representatives to pass the embargo order in three calls.

, making the embargo order a formal law on the contrary.

In the political system of the Monta Republic, the role of the House of Lords is to suppress the local forces of Monta. Although the House of Lords only has incomplete legislative functions, it also holds absolute veto power.

From the moment the embargo becomes a formal law, there is no possibility of banning it unless the Constitution of the Republic of Monta is rewrite or the House of Lords is washed away.

At noon, the Iron Hand Gesberg was the first to send someone to secretly visit the Baroness Granashi and his wife.

Immediately afterwards, the other forging owners also showed their favor, surrendered, and lowered their posture. Throughout the afternoon, the servants and messengers from all over the house who came to deliver the letters to each other were constantly communicating.

In the evening, a simple carriage parked down the stone tower by the lake. His eyes were swollen, his hair was messy, and his decadent look [Enst Fuller] walked out of the car.

Winters led Fuller into the small living room and signaled Kaman and the defender to leave.

He politely poured Fuller half a glass of wine and said directly in the common word: "It seems you need a little bit of this, Mr. Fuller."

Fuller took the wine glass without hesitation and drank it all in one breath, lowered his head, and said to himself: "I originally planned to accept your offer, sir, I originally planned to accept it! But suddenly I thought, mine

The goods may not even be worth the initial bid now. Good means, you, good means..."

Winters quietly listened to Fuller's vent and continued some wine for Fuller.

"But do you know?" Fuller looked up at the Baron and said drunkenly: "The most profitable thing in this big business is not you, but you are not you!"

Winters frowned gently, returned to his straight sitting position, waiting for Fuller to continue talking.

Ernst Fuller, who is nearly forty years old, is like a child who knows who sleeps with whom's adults. His mouth is filled with a mysterious smile, he sticks out his upper body hard and sneaks towards him.

Winters waved and asked the latter to come over.

Winters smiled and leaned forward slightly in cooperation.

"This deal." Fuller lowered his voice: "The most profitable thing is our Steel Fortress people."

After saying that, Fuller slapped his thigh hard, cried and laughed: "We are from Steel Fort!"

Winters calmly states the facts: "You are drunk, Mr. Fuller."

"Yes! I'm drunk." Fuller squirted alcohol, speechless but corrected the baron extremely seriously: "But my mind is still... very clear!"

"Please go back to the house to rest first. It's not too late to talk about something tomorrow." Winters knocked on the handrail, and the two guards pushed open the door and walked into the living room.

Winters turned to look at the curtains: "Send Mr. Fuller home."

"No!" Fuller stood up suddenly, shaking back his balance, and shouted: "I have to tell you today! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Winters nodded, and just waited for a command to take down the drunken guard in front of him and retreated to the door.

"What you bought is a barrel and a sword bar." Fuller muttered in ambiguously, waved his arms hard, and asked Winters: "But do you know what we Steel Fort people are going to buy?"

"What to buy?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

Fuller licked his lips, bent down, and uttered a word in a faint voice: "forge".

After saying that, he laughed and asked Winters proudly: "Don't you understand? It's the forge, ha!"

The more he smiled, the redder Fuller's eyes became. He staggered and fell heavily beside the small table.

Winters stood up and picked up the fat and white Fuller with one hand, putting it on the bench like an item.

Fuller, who was still giggling just now, suddenly burst into tears. He beat the bench, beat his chest, and tear his hair: "They want the forging! They want my grandfather's forging! They want my father's forging.

!They want to take away my family's forging..."

Witnessing the middle-aged man collapsed in front of him, Winters restrainedly showed no sympathy or contempt.

It was not until Fuller's mood was slightly calmer that Winters patted Fuller on the shoulder and handed the latter a handkerchief.

"What the hell is going on?" Winters asked.

Fuller choked and replied: "They want to liquidate me."

"Who wants to liquidate you?" Winters asked.

Fuller's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said one by one: "Gesberg, Witzleben, Helin, Odorf... Respected gentlemen! Respected gentlemen! They came from the hands of others

I bought my debts and turned around and forced me to pay them back! I can't pay them back..."

At the end, Fuller burst into tears again: "If you don't pay it back, you will make me bankrupt! You will take away my forge!"

Winters listened calmly and restrainedly, not surprising at all, because the strategy adopted by Iron Hand Gesberg was that Anna offered to them earlier.

...

After carefully checking the income and expenditure of small and medium-sized ordnance workshops, Ms. Navare found that most small steel fort workshops are currently extremely short of cash.

When they order raw materials and pay the reward, they agree on the price in gold and silver coins.

Even after the outbreak of the Paratu Civil War, the price of ordnance has risen, and the cost of raw materials, processing and salary has also risen.

But on the other hand, the main forms of book assets of small and medium-sized ordnance workshops are spot weapons such as muskets, armor, lead ingots, swords and other spot weapons.

Debts are fixed, but assets are floating. Once the price of ordnance plummets, small and medium-sized workshops are likely to fall into a dead end of "inability to repay debts - forced liquidation - offsetting of existing items is not enough to repay debts - bankruptcy".

Especially at present, the embargo law has been passed in the House of Representatives and has eliminated the last hope, and no one will buy weapons at all. If it operates well, the small workshops can have muskets, armor, and swords in stock on the books can become worthless.

Crisis is also an opportunity, and every crisis is an opportunity to reshuffle. Ponds like Steel Fort, which are already full of fish, will inevitably lead to small fish without any ability to resist risks, and big fish will take the opportunity to merge and expand.

Or fight each other.

Ms. Navare never thought about stepping into the pond of Steel Fort from beginning to end. She just found the most suitable force point and gently pushed the big fish behind it, driving the big fish to swallow the small fish.

.

Acquisition of debt, lobbying courts, operating liquidation... Who can do these things more powerful than the local workshop owners of Steel Fort?

...

Winters stared at Mr. Fuller, heartbroken crying.

According to the agreement between Anna and Iron Hand and others, what Winters has to do is very simple. He just needs not to buy the arms of the small workshop owners, and wait for the latter to go bankrupt one after another.

By then, Tie Hand and others took away the forgings, and Winters could buy the small workshop owners' inventory of weapons at a price of "low price to free" for free."

Winters asked: "Gesberg is a member of Selvette and Witzleben is Mayor Wupper, how could they unite?"

"In front of the forge." Fuller wiped his tears and said hatefully: "Politics is nothing!"

“Mr. Selvette and Mayor Wupper did not stop it?”

"In front of the forge, the MP is a bullshit! The mayor is a bullshit! They are all in the same group!"

Winters was silent for a moment and asked, "How do you want me to help you? Buy all your inventory?"

"No, no, you can't help me anymore, Lord Baron. Even if you buy all my goods, it will not be worth my debt. I'm not here to ask for your help, no." Fuller burst into tears again: "

I just feel so painful, so painful, no one can say it, I don’t know who I can say it to, and who else I can say it to..."

Winters got up and left, not long after he took back the other clean handkerchief and handed it to Fuller.

"Buying all your goods won't be worth your debt?" Winters asked.

Fuller wiped his tears, blew his nose hard, and asked with a smirk: "Do you know how my grandfather does business?"

"have no idea."

Fuller gestured drunk: "Simple, when the sun was not out, he worked by the forge until dark. He spent only a small portion of the money he earned on himself and his family, and the rest were saved.

I kept saving, kept saving until he could afford a forge. This is how the first forge at Fuller's family came. Do you know how my father did business?"

"have no idea."

"Like my grandfather, I worked, saved money, worked, saved money, saved money, and finally bought a second forge."

Winters nodded slightly, expressing his approval and approval.

"But!" Fuller's tone changed, his voice as if he was angry: "That was their thing at that time. Save money and buy a forge - that's what they can do. It's no longer possible now!

It's no longer possible! Forging furnaces can no longer be bought by hard work, one by one, one by one, one by one. In the past, a blacksmith could buy a forging furnace for a lifetime. What about now? How many blacksmiths are there in the steel castle now

Doing work in other people's workshops? How many blacksmiths never have their own forging furnace in their entire lives?”

Winters listened silently, not saying anything.

But before Fuller finished speaking, he smashed the table hard, stood up suddenly, and waved his arms exaggeratedly: "That idea of ​​saving money and expanding again has long been impossible! Fuller's workshop wants to grow bigger, so he can only

If you borrow money, you can only borrow money and you can only fight with other people’s money! Go and fight! Go and bet!"

"But you lost the bet," Winters whispered.

Fuller's volume and emotions suddenly fell, and he fell back to the bench. He covered his face, and not long after, a whimpering cry came from his fingers: "I lost, I lost, I am willing to accept the loss.

...But I'm so unwilling, I'm so unwilling."

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.

Carman walked into the living room, ignored Fuller, who looked like a tearful person, and walked straight to Winters, leaning over and whispering: "You have a guest again."
To be continued...