Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day, the border consulate.

Birth rates have risen - it's already jumping sharply. Not yet born, but more pregnant women, and a birth rush is beginning to be expected six months later. Many villages and towns are on the periphery of doom and decline, more people say, and they are about to increase with children.

"The LV is up and looking better... I thought I might have tried my best" "That would be the mirror and clothes... the women of the city are gorgeous. I don't even see the shadow of when I was poor anymore" "If you think so, don't let the lord build a cabin in the corner of the consulate first! That's the narrowest thing I've ever seen, and I think I'm poor."

Too large a room and luxurious conditioning, it was made to intimidate the king in the fold of the civil war and the majesty of the border... but in fact, there was no bargaining here, and instead of showing majesty, peace came without anyone coming. All that remained was an uncomfortable luxurious vanity hall. Only the glory of the vanity of the incompetent border uncle, who could not do anything poor, is a glorious empty splendor.

"Fight and exercise, earn and buy beautiful clothes. Beautifully rejuvenated with LV ups by the way...... and for the first time you've noticed the pleasure of caring about your hobbies and decorating them" "I was wondering if those are also big yearnings for brunette beauty princesses. You must be worshipping me, because all my young daughters imitate me."

He hated luxury every time he compared the aristocrats luxuriously dressed in the Wang capital to the poor, qualitative people - but the whole city seemed to be dressed up and bustling with happiness, which was more full of happiness than any luxurious vanity (party).

"Before that... if people die, more people will die." "It must be true happiness to take that for granted."

The Stampede, a flood of demonic forests, is suppressed, and all the sick recover. That's how the city gets busy and the color-picking costumes adorn the boulevard. The store is overflowing with products, stalls lined up, and the daily routine continues to be busier than the festival, which was qualitative.

I have enough to eat and still have more money. The inhabitants, who had never experienced such a thing before and were on their way, could finally believe in richness.

"The economy is in the mood, and the economy is the cycle of money. So it is stated that the economy should not be considered with money, and I was confused when I read that... money, etc., is this extra (omg) for happiness" "I have no idea when I read it too, but only the words seeped into my heart. Running to gold measures for poverty and powerlessness, they realized they had forgotten the smile of the people"

Even if only gold can pile up in vain, there can be no mood, etc. if tomorrow is unbelievable and a peaceful society doesn't see a happy future. So the economy doesn't get any better, then there's just a lot of currency in circulation... saying it's madness, not the economy, that only those who flock to that gold dance.

"Is there enough money?

"I was wondering if the increase in currency was good and still tens of times over the value of assets that swelled hundreds of times when it came to the real economy. However, the distribution is not delayed enough."

"Can't you do it yet?

"Sorry......"

Desperately insufficient currency, yet a circulating economy. All that interminable shortfall gathers at the grocery store and the boy, so those two are the poorest with a huge loan. Even if there is no cash, its credit alone makes a huge deal to circulate logistics. Only two people who can have enormous credit for an unprecedented good economy that should otherwise be covered by the state or territory support the city and the state. And billionaires and others are supposed to be raw and warm...... they look poor whenever they see them.

"He hates the fact that Yao is not trusted with the currency and that there is too much currency to be another monster beyond the assets."

"Money has been disturbed in every country in the past, eating up the assets of its uncontrolled chemicals. Many nations danced only with gold and perished in poverty... but I can't imagine."

"There's a number in the reality of the matter, and if you try to see the reality with that number, you can see what you can't see (...), and you can't see what you're seeing (...). As a bureaucrat, I had a lot on my mind, and it was a painful word in my ear..." I only look at numbers because I try to have fun "

There is a country where children can speak of the economy, such a country would be able to defend the economy without suffering. But it is impossible for us, it is more than a voucher (...) to admonish us not to exchange, forget the numbers and look at the city well foolishly.

"Lose the rich even though you haven't done anything, and see something worthy as well as gold... that seems obvious and difficult" "Though I took it for granted that the money maker didn't say anything else about what he was doing. If you think about it, how many people want to make money without doing anything."

The more distorted with distorted numbers, the more unfairly fallen equity can be... now richness permeates every corner of the people correctly. Its enormous management and lending are inherently the responsibility of the Lords, but thanks to the Boys, prices are full of riches for the Lords without jumping.

"In the end, if redistribution can't be right, don't collect it in vain, just take it from the wasteful place?

"The problem is that the richest part of it is the hardest to get taxes, the grocery store (Zakarya)... because it seems to be very rich at all..."

The boy has given a tax-free permit long ago, but the Zuccarya Chamber of Commerce will never accept it. But if we aim for a truly fair distribution, there will be more officials than the number of people, and that will only oppress life. There are plenty of people if you really think of everything, but the people pay the salaries of the officials... then it is pointless, it is even fair and tragic.

But even if they say, "It's my job to watch you make money by leaving it alone, and if you're not making money, it's my real job to get rid of the cause because it's one of them,"... there's something terrible about officials not doing anything extra. Well, then they told me to come fight in the labyrinth, and as a result militants all the way to the civilians... peace.

"I have a lot of worries, but I don't know if I can help it... it's hard, what's the economy?" "No, if it's normal, the big merchants, etc. would leap into trying to throw out the sheath of interest... because they lose the huge productive power of the insider in order to buy it, and they take it away and disappear... so they don't have a job" "I think they can buy that one up, etc... happy head?" "Outside the periphery, the horror of an internal worker has not yet been conveyed as a reality."

That is the true monument that reigns over the economic monument that cannot be controlled. An incomprehensible man with a head when a brilliant bureaucrat from every country comes to inspect, "Ootami". That can't be imitated by a small thing called a state, etc., if we gather together a huge number of officials to imitate that... the state will surely collapse on that salary.

Do nothing and you'll be rich. When you have nothing to do and you can concentrate your power in the labyrinth, you will be more peaceful, more abundant with demonic stones, and the economy will be better. And there aren't enough people trying to get more money and stuff, but now the birth rate is going to jump.

View a happy city. A city where everyone no longer suspects a pleasant tomorrow, a city where everyone hangs sticks on their hips when they defend a happy future.

"Well, I guess it's the orphans after all"

"I guess so."

Running around the city, a smile spreading like a wave at its appearance. That naive smile is the symbol of abundance, the children who run around like those angels are the future.

In the end, there was nothing the lord could do. I couldn't give my kids a dream about their future, there's no way I'm going to have more kids in worrying situations every day until what they eat. It's too dangerous for a little kid. There's no way I can have a baby in a devastated city. Nobody could dream of tomorrow, nobody even lost room to see the future.

That was beautifully decorated, and the children, who smile naively like angels, began to rush around.

Stunning when you find out it's an orphan - the weak who would otherwise fall to the bottom of society.

Orphans from the iconic ghetto of its falling poverty wield happiness.

And stunned by its high upbringing, everyone dreams of the future that its children will make.

Tomorrow, there's no way I know what's there. But if the ghetto flourishes and the orphanage kids laugh, I believe I can entrust my dreams. That's how I can believe in tomorrow and the future -- that's not represented by economic figures, that's how the economy can be saved. Kids spin the fantasy of an economy.

And tomorrow for these children - the will to change the future changed the city, and finally even the kingdom. And when I realized it, everyone could dream about the future... but...

"So, where's Yao-kun?

"I don't have any money, so I was wondering if I could get a job today."

"We were collecting coins for the massager, but it seemed already bankrupt"

"" "Ha-ha-ha" "

On the boulevard, smiling children rush around and gather to the fullest as they wield overflowing happiness. It's the daily routine (carnival), the festival where the boulevard springs to life, and today the city is filled with happiness with marches (parades) of heroes who have dropped many labyrinths.

But they don't have any more money? It said in the Book of Economics that subsidies other than subsidies for supplies are not necessary, but Yaoikun and the grocery store can't help but see that subsidies are needed...... but that's where supplies are overflowing and yet they are still pissed that there are no inn fees today? Um, it's difficult with the economy, and you're helpless with the lord.