Durin's Diary

Chapter 697 Us and Them

Old Kallio didn't know what economics meant. He usually made a living by blacksmithing - although it sounded funny for a necromancer to make a living by blacksmithing, the necromancer did have the second best physical fitness among mages.

The first best is the shapeshifting faction.

So he bought 500 shares - this was the money he had scraped together by selling everything he had. In his words, if he lost money, he might have to rely on digging graves in the wild to make a living for a long time.

It's necromancy anyway, not bad.

Marilyn also bought 500 shares. She had a lot of money, but she was still worried - not because she was worried about Sigmund's character. Even if the Divine Bone Lich robbed her openly, she would not dare to resist. She was just afraid of human economics.

After all, this thing has never appeared before, and it is her first time playing with it.

After much deliberation, Nigan finally scraped together a large sum of money and bought 5,000 shares.

Although he didn't quite understand, just as Marilyn said, no one would bother the Divine Bone Lich even if he killed them all and robbed them of their money. But not only did he not kill them, he also showed them a way.

You may not believe it, but the pure white energy in his eyes cannot be faked. The three people there that day all had traces of burns from the holy energy to varying degrees.

After buying the options, the Negan trio continued their work and daily lives until a month later, when a newsboy brought new news.

The share price of Sidney Grain Group evaporated by 90% overnight!

The Eastern Grain Trust, which consists of the Austrian-Swiss United Grain, the Great Forest Grain Industry and the Lublin Twin Goddesses Industrial Group, acted decisively in the past week, using tens of thousands of tons of grain sell orders to directly defeat the Sidney Grain Group's hoarding operations in the market!
"We're rich!" Old Cario sat at the counter and used paper and pen to calculate how much he had earned.

Marilyn bought the same number as him, so she watched him calculate with a smile.

It wasn't until Negan came back from class that he sat down at the counter, looking at the number on the paper in front of him, which seemed so huge to him, that he finally muttered: "My God, this is more profitable than robbing a gold train, and it doesn't even require killing."

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At the same time, Durin was sitting in the Protectorate Hall of Austria, with his brother sitting next to him. He looked at the astronomical figures in front of him and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Until the young grassland elf in front of the blackboard reported the number again, he looked at this side with curiosity, waiting for an answer.

Poole finally clapped his hands with a tired look on his face. "Everyone, go and rest. We'll be back to work in two days. Come to me to collect your bonus then."

The young grassland elves who followed him cheered happily.

As the young traders excitedly prepared to go back to rest, Poole looked at Durin and said, "Is this the cannibalistic future you talked about?" "Yes, a cannibalistic future. Capitalism will eventually reach this point. I can tell you this. After the Sidney Grain Group goes bankrupt today, those big chambers of commerce will only see that we made money. They will be eager to become the next Eastern Grain Trust. My brother, this is the future without Northernism, a world where people eat each other. Do you really want to see such a world bloom like a flower before you?"

"I will do everything possible to eliminate this future." Poole sighed deeply. "Dulin, my brother, are you the keeper of Northernism or the standard-bearer of capitalism? I'm truly worried, Dulin. If one day you decide that Northernism is incurable, will you choose to use capitalism to destroy everything?"

Du Lin shook his head: "My silly brother, why would you think so."

He stood up and walked over to Poole, looking at his brother who had a tired face and tears in his eyes.

Du Lin smiled and reached out to hold Poole's face: "My brother, why are you crying?"

"I see this world is full of evil. Capital controls lives, enslaves them, exploits them. The money we earn today is more than all the farmers on our farms could ever earn in their entire lives, and yet we earned it in just one month. This shouldn't be right, Du Lin, you know, this really shouldn't be right. There's nothing wrong with people being different. Some are born with talents like your brother and me, some are born deaf, some are born with weak legs, but the disparity in salary earned from everyone's hard work shouldn't be magnified so much."

At the end, Poole choked up.

"I feel like my father's sacrifice and the deaths of so many of my predecessors were all in vain. Everything they changed with their lives will ultimately be meaningless. The aristocracy and the capitalism that burst forth from their chests are like demons that will eventually devour everything."

"My brother, do you know that in the human world, I have witnessed the nobles plundering everything in their territories? The water sources used by the peasants belong to the nobles, their production tools also belong to the nobles, their seeds, themselves, and even their children, all belong to the nobles."

"Capitalism will unite the divided aristocratic forces in this land. It can use interests and money to unite wealthy people who could not be united by groups, factions, or countries before."

"Then these rich people will use their meager salaries to control and manipulate the poor, using their broken dreams, their dead futures, and their flesh and blood as fuel. Then they will use this fuel to ignite the flame called civilization and illuminate the distorted future."

Du Lin wanted to wipe away the tears from his brother's eyes. This young man, who was obviously very brave, could not control himself at this moment.

"Du Lin, this really shouldn't be the future. How can we prevent this?"

"Poole, haven't we always been declaring war on them? We've never stopped fighting. Your war on them has never been because capitalism, the aristocracy, and the royal family are thorns in the eyes and flesh of us Northerners. Our war with them is a war in which we represent the people to resist a nightmare future. We are resisting a future more terrifying than movies, novels, stories, and even the old era. Without us, this world, this land, and all its people will one day be devoured alive by the capitalist epitome called the ultimate producer. On that day, everyone will become its slave, with no hope of rebirth."

At this point, Durin patted Poole on the shoulder and said, "That's why we should live on, change the future, defeat every one of our enemies, and teach every child the knowledge of power. Let them know what kind of demons we're fighting. We're not just friends, but demons and corrupted lives as well."

At this point, Dulin patted Poole's head and said, "Don't be afraid. We will remember every sacrifice. We will remember sacrifices like this. The sacrifices of those people will be forever engraved on the monument of civilization."

"They never die."

"I swear."

(End of this chapter)