The Economics of Prophecy

"Senior, it's time to get home"

Meer's voice woke me up in the carriage. A wall that lasts a long time outside the window, and a large gate can be seen beyond it. For a moment, where's the house? I thought.

... Yes, back from the Chancellery. Discuss the standardization of transport with Giverney of the transport guild and exchange information with Volker on the preparation of the bond issue. Did you fall asleep in the carriage on your way home?

"Excuse me. Uh, next..."

"It's about bond sales from senior Dulgan at home. Senior, I..."

"Oh, you did. All right."

I slapped my cheek and got in the mood. At least it's easier than talking to a duke or a marquis or something.

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Everyone was already at the Grand Duke's mansion. They are members of the original Central Garden. It is a central garden from the name of the new city to the company that operates it. I wonder if that's Central Garden Co.

"Well, let's get started"

Meer takes the head. The agenda is to sell urban construction bonds. It involves more control of the city than it aims to be converted into shares. The head naturally has to be royal. Next, the Grand Duke of Bertoldo, and other aristocrats and merchants line up further underneath. What to do with the equity in Central Garden Corporation within this configuration?

The futures market created in the new city is the raison d 'être of Central Garden Corporation. It feels like the city that predecessors the military base pays down warehouses and others, and the central garden that operates it pays rent from operating profits.

I want as many merchants as possible to participate, even considering the purpose of the new city, its future prosperity. But I have a headache when I think about management. Well, it is salvation that can thus afford to be masterful beforehand.

First, they report back to me on where each person took the story and how they reacted. Originally, it's a "no matter what you think, it's a fraud, thank you so much" project...

The list arranged by the Dulgans on their desks has many mares attached to it.

"... you mean there are more merchants interested in bonds than expected"

"Oh. I turned to the Chamber of Commerce we were familiar with and the city we had a deal with.... It's supposed to be a bad story, but it's a strong pull, if you do it."

said D'Argan.

"I was wondering if the type who likes to bet would be interested, but that's not how it feels. Usually someone beats on a stone bridge..."

Lilka said.

"... yes. Everyone wants to bite Vinder's case. Yeah. I'm desperate to stay out of it."

Shelley said it in a cloudy way. You treat me like a dot-com company during the IT revolution.

'Cause you had a lot of trouble with us, too.

That's an unreasonable story. If it weren't for the people here, the kingdom would have seriously sucked. Inevitably, it was packed so much that there was nothing more to be done about this disaster. It's hard not to say it's not packed now......

"... Vinder has become too great to help."

Shelley shrugged her shoulder.

"Just in case, all the positions in the kingdom are temporary and I'm a merchant..."

"Do you think there's a merchant riding around the Grand Duke and the royal crest with a Knights escort?

... gloriously glorious. Who is the man who is going to rise, the dew of the headstand at the next moment and disappear? There's more to it than it can be in a conservative way. Is that the momentum of a tiger? force that doesn't fit the vessel, it's overleveraging it.

"You have no choice. If you make money, it is inevitable that you will be hit as a merchant. So let's get back to it."

"... right. Do so."

I nodded at Prla's words.

"The price of the bond is a little higher, no. You might want to raise it. Surely the interest rate drops."

"Yes, an increase in the price of a bond means an increase in credit, and if it goes down, that means a decrease in credit. The interest rate is inversely proportional to that. For example, if the price of a bond that is summoned with 100 gold coins is 80 and 90, it's..."

Meer said. There will be fewer interest rate burdens and more people wanting to convert to new city stocks in the future.

"That's easy to understand when you do think about it.... Recently, gold has been looking like a number."

"Right, I thought money was something more decent..."

When I say finance, I write that I melt money. The system for how hard gold can be channelled where it is needed for unhindered melting is finance. That is why it is of an information and close nature.

"It's a good trend."

Meer nodded like a teacher.

"No, no, Meer. Because it sucks."

"... yes, just because I'm dealing with a realistic amount of money"

Lilka and Shelley make a troubled face. This is still what we call a national disaster and a member of the Central Garden who will take on the operation of the new city in the future, a task that we do externally with fees and so on.

"I'm talking about if I survive the disaster. What happens to us when you realize..."

"We were originally gathered for the College Festival mock shop, weren't we? I meant to be important then..."

"... that's crazy. I can't really remember anything"

Lilka and Shelley trembled all the time.

"I mean, this knowledge I'm dealing with right now. This in itself is outrageous."

"Well, yeah."

It's like we're all going to get caught on the dark side. In the future, it may come from someone's lineage to be Rothschild over here. That's worth a lot of knowledge. No, decades on a boulder. No, a hundred years is later, right?

... if only there was a human society until then.

"Stop. That's what happens when you get the city on track through disaster."

I stopped. I'm not drawing such a golden future. If you fail, you lose everything. Not just us, but human society. And that's very likely.

The revitalisation of economic activity by finance in that context could be reversed and turned into a speed of destruction. The sooner the information is communicated, the sooner the crisis spreads.

I mean, it could be my fault that the disaster is spreading. I can't even say it's over if it dies anyway, but I can't break it that far.

"Even if the pull is strong, the amount to raise is the amount. We don't have time for this, and we're gonna stick together."

"Right, if we don't sell it as widely as possible, if we're talking about replacing gold coins, we need to make sure we don't get too biased. We still have to work hard."

"Right."

"Ugh, yeah, you're right"

The members nodded at each other like they were forced to swallow something. Somehow, it's going well compared to what you're messing with. As long as it is truly reliable. Then the problem is with the lab......

I pointed my consciousness out the window. Purple magic generators do not increase efficiency as slow. Your inventory of deep red demon crystals sucks. Is it because I wasted too much money? Maybe Alfina turns an extra mind. No, is Alfina in the mansion now?

We used negative demon crystals to confirm that deep red demon crystals can be filled with purple magic, and the selection of places where demon bugs strike is evaluated objectively with full-sea antennas. We have to deal with each of the purple magic vents that emerge in at least two different ways, but that's a little later.

Alfina has been asked to adjust the production of Euphiria and carriages from Bertoldo. Vinder's rights are waived. Anyway, I need to get a ton of transport-efficient carriages built.

... No, I was talking about the lab. Noel's circuit board is going well, isn't it? Looks like they're used to new ways of doing things. You can also hope for support from the Empire when it comes to mass production, if the technology of both countries meets well...

There was no shadow or shape in the new magic wand for mass production.

"... so. The biggest risk is... hey Vinder"

I was suddenly rocked on the shoulder. The Dalgans are looking at me when they realize it.

"... What, were we talking about an inventory of demonic crystals?

"Come on, there's no way we're gonna get involved in that."

"... that's right. Uh, excuse me, what is it?"

I asked back in awe.

"It's a control of the percentage of bonds that we collect back into the treasury as taxes."

Meer said. When I noticed, the stone slab in the room said something like eeldcurve.

"Vinder. How much work do you have? It's a hell of a job to have just one of these bonds."

"Yeah, yeah, so this is how I get to you guys...... Meer's solid. Look, Senior Dulgan said he had Meer working too hard before..."

"Something about the lab."

"You, too. Uh, look, I'm a full member, and I basically just have to come up with an idea... Please help Alfina adjust each person…"

I said it all over again.

"What do you say, Meer? …………

Lilka and Shelley ignore my words and watch Meer.

"Objectively, you're undeniably concentrating your burden on seniors. You've been sleeping less lately."

"No, it's not just me either"

"By the way, what's for dinner this morning?

"Uh, what was that?"

…………

I'm not the only one trying. Everyone below the king is flying around. He was at the forefront of the battle against demonic worms until Craig, the king's prince, was wounded. Fabius and others traveling back and forth between the realm of the Fei Long and Maldoras are still in direct danger of life.

What a burden I bear compared to that. Besides, I'm in a position that could ruin the efforts of all of them. This, previous life knowledge alone is essentially what I am...

"Anyway, basic information-sharing is over. Leave this to us, seniors."

Meer said. I nodded so I could be pushed into everyone's sight. Indeed, the earlier confusion between commerce and the lab is a red flag. At times like this, I need to sort things out properly before I think about it.