Durin's Diary

Chapter 702 Hehe
Gala looked at the blackboard in front of her. Her staff was explaining to her the possible destruction and opportunities that this futures disaster might bring.

Yes, destruction and opportunity.

The opportunity came because the Sidney royal family's staff keenly discovered the problem in this huge futures bet - the Eastern Grain Trust headed by Dulin sniped the Sidney Grain Group in the futures market. The latter used the massive wheat and corn in his hands to defeat the latter and formed a crushing situation in the market.

The Clegane family and the nobles were not on the same page. For this reason, the demise of the Grain Group was actually a good thing for their family - so many rebels were going to their end together. If Gala hadn't been worried about the impact of too many bankruptcies on the national economy, he would have applauded.

The cause of destruction was naturally the bankruptcy of too many nobles. Many of them had borrowed money from banks before. If they collapsed, there might be a chain reaction - more and more banks would go bankrupt, and citizens who deposited money and other nobles would lose all their money. More people would go bankrupt, and eventually a tsunami-like financial disaster would occur.

This was a new word brought back by the young men who had had a successful education under Mr. Poole.

Because of this, Gala is still considering whether or not to tell Tonghak and let the royal family step in to save the market.

Saving the market could have prevented a financial tsunami, but this would have allowed a large number of nobles to escape unscathed, and the royal family would have had to empty the treasury to give them a way out.

But if she didn't take action, Gala had no idea whether the Church of the Goddess of Wealth and those nobles would drag the entire country into the abyss.

At this time, the king of a country walked in. Hake, wearing a nightgown, looked much older than before. Although a new crown prince had been appointed, the death of his eldest son still caused him indelible pain.

The old man glanced at the contents on the blackboard and said: "What should we do? Should we take action now or wait a little longer?"

"My advice is to wait. If the royal family takes action and empties the treasury, the Church of the Goddess of Wealth and the nobles will not favor us," the young aide replied in a low voice. He looked at the king and queen before him, "Of course, the decision rests with you and the queen."

"If it was your mentor Poole, what would he do?"

"Mr. Poole couldn't come up with such a plan. Only Lord Durin could come up with such an unconventional method. My mentor is too kind, too kind to hurt others. Even his enemies wouldn't think of such a method."

"Why do you think so?" Huck asked calmly.

The young aide smiled and said, "Several of my seniors who are currently serving Professor Poole told me that Lord Durin oversaw the entire futures trading operation. Every step was as meticulously executed as a murder case in a book." The aide pondered for a moment, "Or perhaps, like music, every beat was under Lord Durin's control."

"Including the fact that Sidney's financial tsunami is about to engulf the entire country, is this also included in his calculations?" Huck asked expressionlessly.

The young aide shook his head. "Your Majesty, before the futures market opened, many scholars, both domestic and international, including my mentor Poole, warned you that even with the endorsement of the Goddess of Wealth and the affirmation of so many nobles, the futures market was far beyond the capacity of our time. No one believed our warnings, so don't blame Lord Durin for using the free economy to reap everything."

"We don't blame Durin, even though we are enemies. But Durin did nothing wrong in this matter. He defeated his enemy freely in the free market, and his methods were impeccable." Gala sighed at this point, "He never thought of attacking us in this way before, until the establishment of the futures market." "Yes, Your Majesty, when Instructor Pool was busy, Lord Durin also talked to us about the pros and cons of market and planned economies, and mentioned how terrifying capitalism would become. In his talk, we saw a future even more terrifying than the one in his movies. In that future, the collective life called capital is divided into different classes, which use different methods to reap their future and ravage their lives. Every silver coin they own will eventually become the wealth of capital."

The young staff member sighed at this point. "I used to think Lord Durin was just trying to scare us. How could a war between wealth result in casualties? My naiveté led me into a dead end. I was wrong. This time, he and his enemies demonstrated it themselves. The conflict between the top capital groups may not cause direct deaths, but the deaths they cause may be even greater than a brutal war, and perhaps such deaths will continue for a long time."

Gala turned to look at Hake.

The latter nodded and said, "Tell us what else you have heard from the brothers and how he evaluates himself."

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"Myself?" Du Lin turned his head to look at Poole. His elder brother was still reading the newspaper today. In Sidney's newspapers, big and small, there were more and more news reports about desperate little nobles jumping off buildings.

Unable to repay bank loans or owing high-interest loans, the desperate little nobles of this era jump from the top of the clock tower or other high enough places with their families. This has become the most popular street activity in Sidney in the past two days.

Dühring was naturally criticized by many newspapers.

But Du Lin didn't care. He wanted to hang out and not have to pay it back. Such nonsense was really unacceptable.

Moreover, if Durin had not stepped forward, it would be the citizens and freemen whose children would be starving. Who would pity them then, and who would criticize the nobles who were plundering the people's wealth?

How could anyone curse the nobles? In this era, many newspaper bosses are nobles. Newspapers and nobles only support each other, so how could they possibly insult each other?

"Yeah, how you see yourself." Poole frowned as he read the newspaper.

"I am a bad person, a person who can remain indifferent while watching a child being dragged to the rooftop by his father." Du Lin said as he leaned back in his chair.

His brother took off his shoes and threw them at him with force: "How could you be so mean!"

The shoe flew over and was eventually stopped by the force field. Looking at his brother's frustrated look, Du Lin laughed out loud. It was break time now and Professor Du Lin was watching the economics students in the audience slapping the podium and pointing at his brother.

The students in the audience didn't dare to laugh - on one side was Lord Durin, who no one could beat, and on the other side was Teacher Poole, who no one dared to offend. Although the two brothers seemed to be at odds, everyone knew that the two brothers of the Corleone family were connected by blood. Even though Lord Durin was mocking his brother now, if anyone really hurt Teacher Poole, not to mention the sun tomorrow, they might not even be able to see the moon tonight.

(End of this chapter)