Mosaria is forty-four years old this year, when he was young and strong. He has been successful in his official career recently and has been appreciated by Governor Alfran, and has sat all the way to the commander of the Yagenk fleet.

However, the incident a few days ago cast a shadow on his heart: he attacked the civilians.

That was not a bandit villain, but a group of hungry and poor men.

The prices in Jagenk were so high that a textile worker worked fourteen hours a day and could only get two dry and hard black bread - a thief who was once used by a housewife to drive into the house to steal, but ended up accidentally causing a life-threatening bread with sawdust inside.

At the same time, a large amount of snow-white and soft white bread is sold to the mainland as a specialty.

Executors of the large consortium, will you die if you get less?

Sorry, I will really die. If you take less, won’t others take it away?

There is a floating island called Stanford in the northeast. It is said that the wealthy, clean and delicious lunch box is only sold for 1 pound and 1 box. Perhaps the foolish governor who is not short of money is specialized in charity? What a pity, do you think the lunch box can be in the hands of ordinary people? At the dock, you were intercepted by a large consortium, and the price was raised and sold for three or five times, and someone still bought it!

It is a luxury to save people.

Who are my female horses serving?

This is really an era of eating up and slapping others to die.

The sense of justice is useless. Think about your ex Nimitz. You should be glad that you are not yourself!

Mosaria retracted her eyes to the chart on the table.

From here to Stanford, it will take two days to take a boat. Unless the Stanford guards can withstand Yagenk's navy and airship team, is this possible?

That fool Governor named Dark, no matter how stupid a person is, there should be a shrewd guy around him, right? Yagenk is about to attack him, why don’t you run away quickly?

Is there any weird technique? Or is this guy apart from the Alabo Empire and the Kingdom of New Tnotiran as rumored?

If you really want to do that... still do my bird's business? Let the men in the Governor's Office worry, I just need to win the war!

The door creaked, and the adjutant held two plates, each with three boxes of lunch boxes stacked in it, and walked in with a smile: "Sir, it's time to eat."

"Oh, Apps, this lunch box is not cheap, five pounds per one, you can buy six at once, and today you will get a reward for your guests?"

"It's true. Today, all the boxed lunches of all tastes are sold out. Now it's one pound per person, and it will definitely fall. It's a big jump outside! The parades are not swimming anymore. Many shops have already sold out their inventory. The fools are queuing up, and the smart ones are running towards the port. These are what the brothers cut from the port. They are definitely not expired and deteriorated goods."

"port?"

"Stanford ships came over. Since yesterday afternoon, one ship after another has not stopped, and the lunch boxes have been piled up. The six berths in the Northeast District are all from Stanford, large and small, full!"

"Stanford has so many ships?"

"Most of them are ships from outside merchants. I also saw ships from the Mainland Chamber of Commerce, at least seven or eight. They probably were temporarily hired to pick up goods. Do you think the Governor of Stanford is full and the loss of money is still so exciting?"

Mosaria's expression became solemn: "Dump."

“Dumping?”

"Stanford has two tricks. First of all, they can make it. You think that a box lunch is a big meal, and it may not be able to eat it for one person. The ingredients are very real, let alone selling one pound, I feel a little loss if I sell five pounds. But they dare to sell one pound, and they have sold it for more than a month! It's amazing!"

Epps didn't care: "If it were me, I would intercept their ships at the port, eat all the goods and sell them back, and play dumping? Let you pay double! It depends on how long you can last!"

"The account cannot be calculated like this. I don't know if it's enough for a thousand people to eat how many lunch boxes can I eat? Besides, have you ever considered what if Stanford's local lunch boxes sell cheaper than this?"

Epps was stupid: "It's cheaper than this? Doesn't that mean... it's for nothing?"

Mosaria said: "What is a private floating island? It's a private garden for larger activities, or a slow private cruise ship. What is Yagenk? It's a city, it's a country! Now, a cruise ship can't lift a city?"

"Hey, what do you mean?" Epps scratched his head, "I feel like we are about to appear and be bad guys. Those adults and men actually made Yagenk so much..."

"This is not what a soldier should say."

"Yes, my subordinates are wrong, please—"

Before Epps finished speaking, the orderly officer hurried over: "Master Commander, Master Epps, the price of lunch boxes has dropped again. Now it is fifty pence per box. According to the port, there are twelve ships from Stanford waiting to enter the port to unload the goods!"

Epps was shocked: "I really want to give it for free? This price can't even get the shipping fee!"

Mosaria said in a deep voice: "The problem is serious. Stanford is crazy. He wants to hold all the rice bags and vegetables in his hands and provoke them actively? Governor Dak, you are very confident! When things come to this point, you and the big consortium will never stop!"

Mosaria was right, Governor Alfran could not sit still. Within three days, the price of boxed lunches dropped again and again, just like a storm. Even if the dock is blocked, a large number of cheap boxed lunches have flowed into the city.

Yagenk has a cold climate and food is not prone to rot. These damn clean lunch boxes have a long shelf life. It can be imagined that for a long time, the city's catering industry will suffer a heavy blow.

The most troublesome thing is that Stanford’s lunch box dumped, knocking down the big businessman who hoarded goods with one stick. From one pound to fifty pence, the price was cut in half. How can people get back funds? Big businessmen can’t get money and have no money to repay loans. If banks and money banks cannot turn over, they will close their doors and close their businesses. Once banks and money banks close their doors and close their businesses, investors and the public’s confidence will be shaken, and there will definitely be a run-off!

The bank and money house collapsed, and the next one was the factory!

The factory can’t get a penny loan, can’t produce, and can’t pay wages. Then they will go bankrupt and the workers will be unemployed. Let the large consortium drink the wind? Let me, the governor, drink the wind?

This is just a lunch box! What if something else is added?

Dark from Stanford, I understand why you are trying hard to make lunch boxes. You are cruel enough!

Some people proposed emergency rescue, eating a lot of goods, and stabilizing prices. A mere floating island can still go to heaven! But Alfran knew very well how bad the cards in his hand were.

Rescue the market? Speak lightly!

When Lusford was in office, in order to maintain a huge army, he spent money like flowing water and had no spare money left. Since he took office, he has allowed the development of a large consortium to reduce taxes and increase investment. How much money does the Governor's Office have to save the market now?

Yagenk is rich, but most of it is fixed assets. I can’t give the factory to workers as salary!

Let’s look at the reaction of the large consortium. Apart from keeping shouting about stable order and stable prices, there is no one who has put out money to help!

A bunch of assholes!

"Maybe, I have to have a good talk with that bastard named Dark..." Alfran murmured, turning his head to see the staff standing stupidly, looking unlucky, and suddenly he was out of anger, "What's wrong, say something!"

"That, Governor, the price of lunch boxes has reached ten pence..."

"You go."

"Hey, oh, obey the order."

The staff left the gloomy Governor's Office anxiously.

Alfran's eyes were fierce: "It seems that Dark, we have to have a good talk, use swords! A war can solve many problems!"
Chapter completed!