Tower of Karma

Many young people were pushing towards the Lewius Chamber of Commerce. The heads of the umbrella chambers of commerce also show their faces, but many are still young. Veerant, all the young people, mainly Gigisvalt, were uniformly hungry for gold. It was full of ambition. That's why I'm here today with my goose neck lined up.

In this country, perhaps the shortest and richest man ever made. A monster among monsters who is said to control the wealth of this country sooner or later.

"Morning. Long time no see, guys. Looking good, above all."

To listen to William von Liwius. A brief morning ceremony is usually held at the Lewius Chamber of Commerce. Today's communication, to the extent that it lightly states the appointment. But not today. It's rare for a boss here to talk in his face. Something that people say push over too.

The fact that even young people in other chambers of commerce are confused. Other students attending William's school, among them children with a high interest in business, are also invited.

"First of all, I have a question for everyone. What kind of person do you mean, rich?

A young man in the front line raised his hand with momentum. William on the stage urges him to speak. Stand up happy,

"He who has a lot of money!

I spoke with the most vigor in the opening. William nods with a smile.

"Exactly. Take this guy..."

William took a piece of gold out of his pocket. "Oh!" cringes the place. It is not uncommon to deal with gold coins in the Chamber of Commerce or in an upper position, but it is even rare to deal with them in commerce in the young people at the end. It is not the case to have gold coins individually.

"Those who have a lot are rich. Sure it is. That's not a mistake. Then..."

William throws gold coins at youth. A young man who catches in a hurry.

"I only have a few silver coins and ten copper coins right now. You have a piece of gold and what you originally possessed. [M] Come on, me and you, which one can you say is richer?

"Well, that's Master William."

William looked surprised.

"Why is that? If you're right, you should be richer."

The young man thinks a little and opens his mouth roughly.

"Master William has assets such as the land you have. Even money will have more if you go back to the house. I do not own anything more than this gold coin personally. So I can tell you that Master William is richer."

William nodded contentedly.

"Good answer, sit down. The gold coin will reward the courageous respondent."

The young man alternates between William and the gold coin with a surprised face. Young people only get one answer to the money that the average person desperately earns a year doesn't get.

"Yes, I'm rich. It doesn't hurt to pound gold coins. However, there was a mistake in his answer. I only keep silver coins, copper coins, and living expenses when I get home. I don't have any money in my house. But I can tell you I'm rich. Is that why?

William points to himself. And point your fingers at everyone.

"That's because I can handle more money than anyone else in this room."

Fingers pointed in all directions, and William spread his hands.

"I'm not the one who decides whether I'm rich or not. Someone else. I have a mansion. Noble. He's the head of the big Chamber of Commerce. So you must have the money. So you can sell things, buy them. I can even lend or borrow money. Because others believe I'm rich. That trust makes the rich. If there is no doubt as to where it is, money can be created indefinitely."

William took out the silver coin. Point to it.

"This is a silver coin. One for this guy with a hundred copper coins, and one for this guy with a hundred gold coins. Even children know that. That's what everyone knows. Has anyone ever questioned this concept, which is broadly rooted in the Seven Kingdoms? I do. I always thought. Why can you replace something like this that you don't even eat with apples, thank God? I couldn't help but wonder."

William plays silver with his fingers. Reflecting glitter of light It may have the magic to attract people. It was a common recognition that East and West and gold and silver treasures were worthwhile in ancient times. I don't deny being attracted. But it's natural and not true.

"Let's conclude. This guy is not worth it. I can't boil it or eat it. I can't cook it or eat it. It's metal. Even with the same metal, a sword can cut people off, and a knife can swallow food. I can't do anything about this. It's just, round, metal. Nothing more or less."

If you melt it and put it in another form, it will create value there, and it will be worthless in this state.

"Then why do people appreciate this? That's because I believe it. It's worth it because I don't believe and doubt that this is worth it. Look, just like I'm rich, a lot of people are worth it, and if you believe that, you're worth it here."

William moves the knob slowly with his hands so that everyone can see the silver coin.

"Look, this is worthless. Don't get me wrong, merchant. The important thing is to turn this guy around, not save it. Sell it, buy it, sell it, buy it, spin it around makes sense. Recognize this guy as worthless. But at the same time, don't make the fools doubt the value of this guy. Don't believe this guy, make him believe it. You are merchants. A merchant must be able to control gold. This guy is a weapon, you guys are warriors! And I'll put that together. I'm the king!

It boils around "William!" Cole. William uses his entire body to stir up the field. Stir up the heating venues to get hotter, hotter.

"Turn this guy around!

"William!"

"Kill him with this one!

"William!"

"It's the first time I've done that in public. It's fiction, dominate people! It's up to you to keep him alive or kill him! This guy can do that! Do that with this guy! Kill the fools!

William tossed silver coins as much as he wanted. Hit people and walls and fly around in various directions. Something grabs it and throws it. Something kicks it and flies somewhere. Guru, Wachawacha silver coins go around. In the crowd.

The last time I grabbed it was Ainhardt, who laughed bitterly. William breaks up with the return of his comrades. Einhardt threw silver coins back at William with a bitter laugh. Grasping it firmly, William put it up to everyone.

"Well, I hate to, but this guy comes back into his own hands. Gold is the word of a rich man, an object under heaven. Rich people know how to get around this guy. Let's talk about how to get around next. Around the corner, there will be stories of friends returning from the far north, but give me some more time. All right, my friend?

Einhardt shook his head for Christ's sake and told him in a gesture that he was free to go. This place, which boils down to that extent, is completely finished. That's the White Knight job. Everyone gets fever just standing on the stage, so they're not in the right shape.

"Everyone, quietly, continue the conversation."

William looks at everyone on the stage. All gaze is feverish. All eyes are focused on William. It's not a tentative initial, auntie's gaze. The real interest was there.

William laughs in front of the burning fire at his feet. Even this fever of madness is far from fulfilling itself now. It's like it's not enough. Compared to my beloved, it's too...

"It's easy to turn this guy around. Just a little better than the status quo, make a big circle. If you bought or sold ten swords, you can buy eleven of them in your hands next, and sell them. Twelve next."

William turns his hand around.

"When the sword is struck in the head, do something else next and make the wheel bigger. Always on the rise. Always be aware of the whole money you are dealing with. I don't mind a temporary depression. You're right if you're expected to grow up in a span of 10 or 20 years. If not, we have to do something new"

Stop the hand that was twirling.

"Well, the big flow, as I just said, always turns the wheel big, and keeps turning. It's a simple story. But it's not easy. Because if that's easy, no one can make money without struggling. How's the reality? Look at all the poor people in the world. Poverty, a hard winter, even after all that death, the city is still overflowing. No less, that's reality."

So William rang his fingers like a signal to switch.

"Many of them live that day. I'm only thinking about the most important thing in maintaining the status quo, surviving the day. So die soon after a temporary depression. I want everyone to remember. Maintaining the status quo is not easy. Work all day long and get moldy bread to eat. I came to this country too, and that's what I lived for until I got out on the battlefield. I intend to understand the severity. And understand, I assure you that maintaining the status quo is death. Beyond that is doom. Sooner or later."

The uplifter will surely perish. The prosperous shall perish. The only way to stretch it is to keep rising. The moment we stop and spoil ourselves to the status quo, the inevitable decay awaits.

"The constant rise, the specific methodology for doing so, will be better known to the heads of the Chamber of Commerce here. Young people learn from them first. On top of that, I'll pass on two iron rules to everyone. There are only two. If you understand and practice this in a real way, you can be me soon."

Many behold the words of William. Many of them, especially the young ones, came to this occasion admiring William. When you can be yourself from that William, it will be irresistible for the young ambitious to hear the way out of his mouth.

"One thing, it's 'necessary'. It is no exaggeration to say that the merchant was born because there is this, the origin, on the basis of commerce. Buy cheap in waterless areas from water-rich areas and sell them high, including travel costs, and rent. That would be exactly the basics."

The faces of the bewildered are cloudy for a moment. There's nothing you don't understand on this occasion. They are still immature but all merchants. I always try to be sensitive to demand, and I always look for cheap sources to buy. Too basic.

"Now this is what you must have thought. Don't be ridiculous, I know that, he said. But as far as I know, I'm the only one practicing this here. Others unfortunately don't understand or practice 'need'"

William tries to hold down his surroundings with his hands that are going to say something.

"Look, 'need' is not what we're looking for. It's what I make. Find someone thirsty, that would be good too. I happen to find it. Thankfully. Let's sell water to the full. But that's not active. Passive. More like luck."

Everyone shut up. William smiles at the way it is.

"If you want to sell water, give birth to thirst. Create a situation where you have to kill people if you want to sell your sword. That's the 'need' practice. Make it, make it leap, and make money planned. The guy who manipulates this' need 'is the strongest. And the most profitable.' Cause I'm freely manipulating demand. It's the strongest decision. I know what I can sell. I can't help but make money."

How many of you have noticed that the devil dwells in William's smile? Many were captivated by it, unaware. So much so, demonic charm.

"I held onto the arms, iron market because I was holding onto that 'need'. I was sure of that 'need', and I had the power to make that 'need' bigger. You know what I mean when I say this far, I was making a 'need' for war. From now on, I'm going to expand more. The country will be exhausted. The lives of the people will be threatened. It's sad. Sell your weapon in tears. There is demand there. If you're a merchant, you have to supply it. No matter what hand you use."

William was a demon. And many of this occasion were monsters of desire that took the devil for their sake. Everyone agrees. to William's diabolical thoughts.

"This is what I need. Point of origin and reach. Make it and show it to me, and when it's done, it's half true."

William stands another finger, or two.

"Two, 'added value'. How to sell this sword higher than just a sword. This one is also easy, it is a sword forged by a famous Lucitanian worker, gold is used for the pattern rug, what can I say. Simply successfully concatenating the facts will change your impression. And the difference in impression changes the price. Naturally, I believe you will sell them at a high price."

William breaks his fingers slowly. Two to one, one to none.

"But that's not all 'added value' is. More, it's the 'added value' of putting on something without a snail. Look, for example, this chair, it's just a chair with no philosophy whatsoever. I want to bounce up the value and sell it high in a nutshell, without a lot of hassle with this. Come on, what do we do?

Now no one raises his hand against the first question. Oh, no, I guess you think a lot that it's not like this. I can't get my hands on it. Then...

My little hand was coming up to me to make sure I knew better. William urges the Lord of his hands to speak. Open your mouth, one girl.

"Wow, I would sell that chair by saying it's one that Master William loves."

"Well, why is that again?

"Because everyone is up to Master William. I want to be. If you feel that way by sitting in that chair, there are people who buy it even if it's a little expensive."

"Do you buy?

"I won't buy it. Because the essence is not there.... Sorry, that was a mistake."

William chuckled at the girl who dropped her shoulders softly.

"No, you're not wrong. If you're a merchant, you shouldn't buy it. But I can sell it to the fools. I may be complacent, but I'm going to make a good impression to that extent. That was a good answer. Don't Mary be a good merchant. Everybody give a round of applause to the little merchant."

Brilliant correct blind girl Mary. I was just estimating that Ignaerts is best suited for merchants and has a pretty good gaze this year. Rotten, but son of the Chamber of Commerce, there was no mistake in standing out.

"Yes, her answer is everything. It's not the essence, get fiction on board. I used it. What's the point of it? A merchant must be considered worthless. The chair the admirer was sitting in, you don't need a merchant to find value there. However, at the same time anything that misses it is not a merchant again. Make the fools believe in value while believing in worthlessness. This, like currency."

William played silver coins with his fingers. Silver coins that spin around.

"The ultimate in business is similar to fraud. Because it is the ultimate in producing yes from nothing. What's different from fraud is that they don't think of it as a fraud, but rather even get satisfied. I make 'Necessary' for them. I placed the enemy in front of me. I need a weapon. We talked a little bit about it and sold them something high with the arms and sets that would prevail on this occasion. They got victory. We got the money. You can pull the money you spent preparing for" Necessary, "and you can have extra money."

William, let's go.

"Look, what we're dealing with isn't real. It's a fiction through the real thing. Money is vain, value is vain, everything is made of fiction. We deal with fiction. How much it makes you believe in that void, how much it makes you worth it."

Large cavity in William. A world of nothingness. That cold erodes their minds. Pull in, get their calories. The more heat you have, the more void you want to peek into. And the king shall reign over it.

"Necessity and added value. Well, if you think about it in a big way, it would also add value. I don't care about details. All that matters is that as we go about business, we have to make it crooked, groovy, bigger and bigger. That's fine. There is no need to stick to weapons, chemicals or precious metals. Generate a stream of gold anyway. Rotate it. I'm the one with the head. I'll take your ass for some impotence."

William spread his hands wide open. Like embracing them.

"It's snowing today. The Chamber of Commerce moving on a day like this is not limited to any industry, and it won't be hard. This is a chance. On such a fucked up day, it's a fucked up day, just move today and that adds value. I don't have the best day like this. Come on, what about our elite? Spend your day caricaturally?

Everyone screamed for the denial of the variance.

"Then move. Eat the King's capital's money!

Everyone says, "Respond!," he growls over and over. The fever culminated.

"Einhardt, I need to talk to you for a second. Give me your face."

The morning ceremony ended in disintegration as the merchant members began their work with great morale and some jumped outside with the momentum intact. In the meantime, William invites Einhardt.

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"How's it going?

"It's going well. I can start operating one unit in the spring. With the help of the other Veerants, we've seen quite a bit of a situation."

"You're doing so well that you're scared. Keep going, please."

"I got it. So, what's the story? You wouldn't have had to report this now."

Einhardt's exploratory eyes. William smiled back.

"It's not a big deal. If the North is going to stabilize, it's time to try another industry. Consultation, or report."

If the steel mill in the north runs steadily, huge amounts of gold will also enter this Chamber of Commerce. We're going to grab all the flow from iron to weapons. Besides, the world today is a turmoil that doesn't matter how many weapons there are. I don't have any problems with buyers. It is a case that can be won originally. If only we had a steady run.

"I'm going to do a gold lending business"

Einhardt looks at William with surprise.

"We're in business, aren't we? You need to get your hands on me now?

Most countries regarded the gold lending industry as a business even in Laurencia as a whole. So much so that it is ostensibly forbidden in Estado, St. Lawrence, etc. Even Arcadia is not a good world. It was not a preferred profession above all else.

"If you have Tane money, this is my industry too. If you're gonna make money, you don't have a hand."

"I care about the public eye. Even I know that lending money is profitable. I wouldn't have to worry about your" power ". Still, I disagree."

"Why?"

"Because I don't need it now. Where do we need to hurry? This is an important time. Even if you do, you can look at the timing a little bit more."

"I'm not in trouble for having money. There is an industry where you can win. I don't need it. If you're going to make money, I'll do it, and I'll do what I can first. That's all."

"Popularity from the public will surely fall."

"So what's up? That's how I shake it."

Einhardt shut up. I'll do it if I want to, but good. It would be a sign of intent to say I just don't agree. Probably when doing the gold lending business, the Chamber of Commerce will also talk about splitting into two parts. I wanted to keep Einhardt, the leading man, on my side, but apparently it was counterproductive.

(Why are you walking on thin ice yourself? Even if it's the shortest, it's not always the only one who can follow. What do you see in your eyes?)

It was the first reunion in a while, but it also looks like the atmosphere has changed somewhat. There's a cold, unpopular atmosphere somewhere.

(Did the death of your fiancée affect you in any way? Only for this guy, I don't even think that's possible)

Einhardt was unable to determine William's condition. It doesn't make sense if you can. Because William doesn't shake anymore. Neither did the current conversation seek Einhardt's opinion. I just communicated my decision.