Hope is born in despair, light is born in darkness, there is no unsuccessful kindness in the world, and those who do not know pain do not know beauty.
To put it bluntly, things like humans are meaningless without the lessons of pain.
"Young Master! Young Master! It's morning! Young Master Arite!"
Covering the dazzling sunshine with his hands, "Flowerman" Arret Rosanfil opened his eyes, and the girl who came into view was wearing a boy's breeches jacket, her long pure gold hair was tied into a bunch, and she fell from the side of her snow-white neck: "What... Flanriel..."
"Young Master, this is not the time to say 'what...'!" The girl in men's clothing looked at Arret with a serious expression, "Have you forgotten? You made an appointment with Prince Azibert of Earl of Shizhu a few days ago. She wanted to go out of the city together today and hunt foxes in the countryside. If you don't get up, it will be too late!"
"Ah... so sleepy, I don't want to get up..." Erite rolled on the bed with the quilt in his arms, "Azibert's idiot's invitation, let's just turn it off, it's just an earl..."
Flanriel stretched out his hand with a dark face and pulled the quilt on Arret: "Master Arret! This is not the imperial capital. The Duke of Shizhu is one of the most powerful people in the "Crescent Moon". Have you forgotten our mission?"
"...Ha...Is it really a headache..." Arret let go of the sheet in his hand, lay on his back in the bedding, and was stunned. When he woke up, his anger disappeared almost, and finally sat up from the bed.
Arret watched Flanriel traveling through the room and taking clothes from the closet, thinking, "But when I said that, I thought you were already fascinated by Sir Yiwen, but I didn't expect you to remember our mission."
Flanriel turned around and gave Erite a fierce look, but it also exposed the blushing on her face: "...Although Sir Ivan Ian is indeed very mysterious... very charming... very handsome, but I am a servant of the Prince's Mansion after all."
"Oh...is that true?" Arret scratched his head and took out a portrait from his arms. "So what's going on with this portrait?"
In an instant, Flanriel's cheeks became hot. She hurriedly touched her lower pocket, then roared at Arret: "Young Master! You steal my stuff again!"
Arret raised one finger to block his ears, and his other hand kept shaking the portrait paper in his hand: "You didn't put it down! You just forgot such an important thing on the table."
Flanriel caught Arret off guard with her breeches in her arms, took back the portrait, looked at Arret angrily, and then wanted to crumple the paper in her hands into a ball, but after looking at it, she couldn't help but stuff it back into her arms.
Arret pulled down the clothes on his face, and when he saw Flanriel's actions, he couldn't help but feel a little funny: "You, if you like it, just say it clearly, you don't need to hide it so much in front of me."
As he said that, Arret stood up from the bed and pointed his thumb proudly at himself: "No matter what, I am also the number one fan of Sir Ivan Ian in this world!"
"..." Flanriel looked at her young master who was in a state of snoring again, and suddenly felt a little stupid. She sighed heavily, and her tense shoulders fell down, "Ha... Speaking of which, why do you worship Lord Yiwen Ian crazy because of?"
Flanriel opened the portrait in her hand. This portrait was drawn by Arret based on her memory. It was 80% similar to Ivan Ian's face, but the lines on the paper always made her feel that something was missing and not perfect enough.
After all, Arret is just a "flower merchant", not another famous "painter" among the four young masters. If he is a Mr. Painter, he would probably recreate Sir Iwen's charm of 70% of the charm.
"Before coming to Nanling, you have never met Lord Yiwen Ian, and you don't know what he really looks like. Is it because of what influence he has been so respectful to Jazz? Are they those movies that are so pretentious?" He carefully folded the portrait and put it in his arms, Flanriel turned to look at Arret.
Arret was wearing his pants with his back to Flanriel. He couldn't help but smile when he heard her words: "How could it be because of those messy movies."
While tightening his belt, he said in a plain tone: "Flanriel, although I have never met Sir Ivan Ian, I have been intimate for a long time. In my opinion, Sir Ivan Ian in those messy movies are not him at all. How could an incredible person like him be entangled in those things and waiting for love to waste time."
Erite recalled the Ewen Ian he knew.
It was a huge phantom standing above the entire Nanling Mountains. It overlooked the empire with gold and silver flowing under its feet, and then played with the black coins in its hands. It was an incredible existence that reversed the yin and yang in the blink of an eye, twisted the universe, and reversed the rules.
Because of his appearance, the financial and monetary foundation of the entire empire was overthrown. The 33,000 currency experts and bank merchants in the empire were racking their brains to fight against this person. They stood behind luxurious tables and chairs and stood high on the podium of the Supreme Academy of the Empire. It was so unbearable for life, but whenever they mentioned this person, no matter how they suppressed the trembling from the depths of their bodies, they still showed fear of this existence from their pupils.
All those who have been studying currency and finance since 394 have remembered this year deeply, remembered that person and his sweeping and destruction of the entire imperial monetary system.
In that year, all the monetary experts were roaring and roaring, angry for every drop of the black silver coins, jumping their feet and cursing, and their eyes were red and their mouths were spitting blood for the huge wealth that had turned into a passing cloud in their hands in the unpredictable financial rules.
Arret still remembers that year, all year round, none of the professors of finance at the School of Literature were interested in teaching. Every morning, he would sleep all night, waiting for the news of the rise of the black silver coins, but his eyes were red, his blood was on the ground.
In this currency war with Nanling, the Empire suffered a greater impact than what civilians saw. The century-old savings of more than 300 noble families shrank by one third. During this year, more than 30 small and medium-sized banks in the Imperial People declared bankruptcy. In the Ireth Academy of Literature alone, there were 7 professors in the School of Literature who jumped off the building and committed suicide that year.
Even the Rosanfir family, who was the prince, suffered heavy losses in this catastrophe. Although the timely throwing out black silver coins reduced the losses, the wealth of the entire family still shrank by more than one-tenth.
As for the fate of the man who borrowed money to speculate on the smuggling silver coins like Professor Radraul of Arrett, he was to slip deeper and deeper in the constant despair of hope, and then commit suicide in despair.
That year, my fear of Iven Ian was deeply imprinted in the bones of everyone in the imperial financial circle.
In the next few years, the emperor proposed to take back the rights of the Silver Rose family's coin, with an average of three pieces per day.
In the days after the Empire 394, the Empire's financial and monetary theory base was overthrown. The professors and students sat together, looking at every movement and news about the Silver Rose House and Citibank in the newspaper, frowning and meditating. In the next three years, the entire Empire's finance community reached a consensus-
That is their enemy, only one, that is Citibank and Ewen Ian.
Those three years were the era when the empire's financial world broke out of its cocoon and became reborn and then established. It was the process in which the entire empire followed the man (younger), redefined finance as economics, described currency as coin, and added new vocabulary such as inflation, principal and interest, and speculative bubbles to the syllabus.
In 394, Ivan Ian was Satan, public enemy and demon in the entire imperial finance community.
From 395 to 397, Ivan Ian was the enemy of all of them, racking his brains to stop or knock down the man.
Then, after 397, Yiwen Ian was a common part of the imperial economic circle—
god.
At a court banquet in 398, a large banker openly claimed that for the church, there were thirteen gods, but for the empire economists, their gods—
There is only one person.
In the past nine years, the empire's economists started from scratch again, followed the man (young man), hurriedly rushing, chasing every step he took in the new currency pattern.
In the end, everyone fell to his feet.
"That's a real..." Awakening from meditation and memories, Arret racked his brains to use a more appropriate word to describe that person-
"Saint...yes, it's saint..." Arret finally found a suitable word. He raised his head and his eyes shone. "Sir Iven Ian is a saint in the economics community."
"A man who holds countless wealth but truly regards money as dirt."
"For him, whether it is the Wuyin coins or the Nanling industrial miracle, they are just means he uses to achieve his goals. That man is a selfless person who can ignore his own interests." Erite's tone was full of melancholy and admiration, "Everyone is afraid of him, afraid of him, want to stop him, want to defeat him, and do his best to make every decision of his, but in the end he just came up with a fact..."
"All the decrees of that man were not even looking at the empire. He did not regard the empire as his enemy from the beginning. Every command of his is not even prioritized by his own interests, the interests of the Silver Rose family, or even the interests of the South Ridge."
"If you figure this out, it will be understandable that Sir Yiwen Ian's actions of deteriorating the black silver coins at the end of 393."
Erite sighed a little. In the past nine years, Yiwen Ian has created countless economic problems, but as time goes by, the facts have solved them one by one, and taught everyone in the imperial financial circle one after another.
"For the Silver Rose family, which has a huge wealth of black silver coins, maintaining a high exchange rate of black silver coins is the most beneficial for them. Of course, this will make a little cheaper for a speculator who hoarded black silver coins, but in the empire at that time, the Silver Rose family was the Silver Rose family."
Arret knew very well that in the original financial theory of the empire, everyone was doing it for personal gain and acted for their own interests. The ultimate goal of all theories was nothing more than speculation and earning gold coins.
However, for that person, economic theory is just a tool, a tool he uses to govern the territory and benefit the people.
So in front of him, everyone in the imperial financial world was bleeding.
His memory took off in his imagination, and returned to the Nanling Mountains at the end of 393, when the heavy snow was falling, the factory was endless and the fires were roaring.
"The Yin Rose Family at the end of 393 is no longer the Silver Rose in the early 391. It has a huge factory group that is constantly day and night in Wenning District. The black silver coins from the entire Nanling are flowing back to the White Rose City and truly gather in the hands of the Yin Rose Family."
"But Sir Yiwen Ian still chose to devalue the black silver coins and devalue them. In this way, not only will the wealth of speculators shrink significantly, but even the wealth of the Silver Rose family will shrink wildly due to this action."
"And this is the real reason why no one in the Empire thought that Sir Yiwen Ian would choose to deteriorate the rustic silver coins." Erite sighed deeply, not knowing whether he should admire Yiwen Ian's courage or his skills.
"However, even in this case, Sir Yiwen Ian still chose to deteriorate the black silver coins, and the reason for his choice was not revealed until three years later."
Looking at Flanriel's confused expression, Arret raised a finger: "Tongcoin is undervalued."
"Through years of currency deterioration, lowering the exchange rate of Wuyin silver coins against the imperial silver coins, Yiwen Ian made the currency value of the entire Nanling seriously underestimated. This underestimation is a disaster for Nanling under the trade deficit, but in the case of a currency surplus, everyone makes the profit."
"Simply put, because the value of the wuyin coins is underestimated, the labor cost of the goods produced by the factory is greatly reduced in addition to the material cost and transportation costs. 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 obtain a profit of 3 wuyin coins, and at the exchange rate of 1:5, this profit becomes 5 wuyin coins. Assuming that the price of Nanling has increased by 25% due to inflation, in fact, 5 wuyin coins can buy the materials of the previous 4 wuyin coins, and the actual value of the wuyin coins obtained by Nanling is 3.75 wuyin coins."
"If a factory operates and only needs to earn these 3 black silver coins, they can choose not to run the extra 0.75 black silver coins in exchange for an advantage in the appearance price, which is also the advantage of Nanling over the empire."
Arret paused and said, "Astronomical Advantage."
"Now more than 90% of the factories in the empire are built in Nanling, and cargo is transported to the empire by sea and airships. The fundamental reason is the advantage of this seemingly inconspicuous 0.75 black silver coins."
"For buyers, it is of course a very good thing to avoid these one-fifth of silver coins."
"For investors, Sir Yiwen Ian's technology will be damaged, but he will be the one who has taken the factory in Nanling, but he will be the one who has benefited from it."
"For Sir Yiwen Ian, although using technology to "invest investment" will cause him to suffer losses, for the civilians in the entire South Ridge, they will first feel the benefits of this rapid industrialization, such as employment and income increase."
"From deteriorating the Wuyin coins to open technology, using the human resources advantages brought by undervalued monetary value, attracting investment, and gathering funds from the entire empire to accelerate the industrialization of Nanling, and the ultimate goal of the development of new technologies is nothing more than to allow the entire Nanling people to benefit..."
Arret breathed a sigh of relief: "If such a person cannot be called a saint, then the famous emperors in history will only have a false reputation."
That's why I admire this person so much...
Arret swallowed this sentence silently back into his mouth.