Handu stood up slowly, looked up at the city of Herat, and ordered: "We don't have much time left, hurry up and let those people start buying goods and lower Shaharul's vigilance."
"Yes." Yu Qian nodded immediately.
No one can guarantee whether or when Shaharul and these nobles will wake up, so Han Du has already planned it.
In the name of purchasing goods, they made a commotion in the city, making everyone think that they and others were still here.
But in fact, in the name of transporting goods, all the money was transported to Horumos without anyone noticing.
Even Han Du and others would hide in the truck and leave with the convoy transporting money. .
In the end, only those people temporarily hired by Hader were left in Herat, ordering them to move around to attract everyone's attention.
. . . . . .
There were no problems with the carriage along the way, and we returned to Horumos smoothly.
All the swords he bought were sold, which meant that Han Du made a lot of money without spending a penny from the beginning to the end.
Countless people cheered for this, and even Yu Qian deeply admired the teacher's generosity.
Compared with the teacher's methods, the empty-handed white wolf looks childish and ridiculous.
The only unhappy person was Lan Chun. He found Han Du and asked with great dissatisfaction: "Uncle, what should I do about my father's hatred?"
When he came, Han Du told him that he would avenge him, and Lan Chun believed in this.
Now, although my uncle has made a lot of money from Timur's empire, there is no sign of wanting to avenge him.
That's why Lan Chun was very worried and couldn't wait to ask.
"Liang Guogong, the teacher must have a plan, you don't want it..." Yu Qian saw that Lan Chun looked wrong and quickly smoothed things over.
Unexpectedly, Yu Qian's words seemed to stimulate Lan Chun, and he shouted angrily: "What's the plan? We have all left Timur's empire and are back here, what else can we plan?"
Yu Qian wanted to speak, but Han Du waved his hand to stop him.
Han Du looked into Lan Chun's eyes and saw that his eyes were red and there were tears in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand to wipe him, and sighed: "You and your father are really similar, both are impulsive and irritable. If it weren't for this, your father would have been ennobled a long time ago, and he wouldn't have to be punished so much. for many years."
"Don't you want to know how I can avenge your father? You will see it soon."
Han Du turned around and sat down again, picked up the tea cup and looked at the two of them calmly, saying: "We have taken so much wealth from Herat, do you think it will not have an impact on the Timur Empire?"
Lan Chun didn't understand and said in confusion: "Uncle, what impact will this have? Aren't those Timurid people still doing well now?"
Han Du smiled and asked, "What do you think would happen if all your family property in Liang Guogong's mansion was lost overnight?"
Lan Chun thought about it seriously and said, "That nephew will go crazy. After all, there are so many mouths in the house that need to be fed..."
"That's the truth. If the people in your house need to eat, don't the Timurid people in Herat also need to eat?" Han Du chuckled.
Yu Qian's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked hurriedly: "Teacher, what do you mean, we took away such wealth from the city of Herat and the entire city of Herat became an empty frame?"
"Of course." Han Du smiled and said: "We have collected more than 20 million yuan of wealth from Herat this time. Do you think the city of Herat can still survive?"
"But why is the city of Herat still fine now, with no chaos at all?" Yu Qian was very puzzled.
Han Du listened and said patiently: "The effect needs to explode slowly. Now the false wealth of the sword supports the operation of the entire Herat city, so you will see everything as usual."
"But the seeds of collapse have already been planted. We just need to wait for a suitable opportunity to explode."
"That was
when? Hearing that the city of Herat was in danger, Lan Chun lost his anger immediately and eagerly wanted to witness the destruction of the city of Herat.
Yu Qian even frowned and said with some worry: "Teacher, what if the city of Herat can really continue this system with the sword as wealth?"
"This is impossible!" Han Du said meaningfully.
Faced with Yu Qian's doubts, he explained: "Don't forget where the Uzi sword came from. It was forged from Uzi steel ingots."
"In other words, as long as you have Uzi steel ingots, you can forge a sword. You can make any number of swords you want."
"The reason why the price of swords in Herat City remains high now is because the merchants have not yet shipped the new Uzi steel ingots. Once the new Uzi steel ingots are shipped to Herat City, the price of swords will plummet. At that time, it was also the day when the city of Herat was destroyed!”
Lan Chun suddenly became happy when he heard that the city of Herat would be destroyed. As long as the city of Herat is destroyed, it will be regarded as revenge for his father!
Yu Qian was not as simple as Lan Chun thought. He frowned slightly and asked, "But those nobles and officials can completely prevent Uzi steel ingots from entering Herat. Then won't the price of the sword be stable?"
Han Du smiled and shook his head, "So what if you hold on steady? By this time, the nobles and officials should wake up and know how much this sword is worth. It is just an illusory scam."
"The real price of the sword in their hands is only one hundred dan. You must know that they bought it from us for 3,000 dan! What if your net worth shrank to 30 cents overnight? One, what would you do?"
Yu Qian understood, his face couldn't help but twitch, and said: "I might also go crazy..."
Han Du laughed, "Some people will definitely go crazy, but this can only be a small number. More people will find ways to make up for their losses, even if they can make up for it a little bit. Do you think that today's nobles Who will the officials and officials focus on?"
"Businessmen and civilians!" Yu Qian suddenly understood and said firmly: "They will definitely take advantage of getting the news in advance to commit massacres and steal the wealth of the people!"
"That's right." Han Du nodded with a smile, "But they won't know that not only is it impossible to make up for their wealth, but they are also digging their own graves!"
Han Du looked up at the city of Herat and sighed in a prophetic tone: "Countless civilians will become paupers by then, and their family wealth will be completely devoured by nobles and officials."
"Countless people will be homeless and without food, and can only wander aimlessly on the streets. And soon someone will lead the conflict to officials and nobles, and bloody conflicts will break out!"
Everyone understood that it was only a matter of time before the end of Herat City.
. . . . . .
A businessman had just arrived in Ghazni with a convoy. Uzi steel ingots were cheap this year, so he bought some more. I didn't expect that even so, he would be the first to return.
There is no way, he brought less money this year. Faced with Uzi steel ingots that were 30% cheaper than in previous years, he had no choice but to leave early no matter how reluctant he was.
After hearing the news that a fast horse had appeared in Ghazni with Uzi steel ingots, they rushed to the city of Herat.
"Your Majesty the Great Sultan, an urgent letter." A waiter handed the letter to Shaharul.
Shaharu frowned slightly, thinking there was another riot somewhere. But even though he was unhappy, Shaharul quickly picked up the letter and opened it.
After just one glance, Shaharul's face instantly turned extremely pale. Feeling regretful all the time, he forgot about it. . . . . . Why did you ignore such an important thing?
Once the Uzi steel ingots arrive in Herat City, the price of the sword will inevitably drop like a waterfall.
At that time, let alone competing for interests with the nobles, it would be difficult for him to protect himself.
No matter what, we can't let this news spread! Let alone let the Uzi steel ingots reach the city of Herat!
At the same time, he also needs to sell the sword in his hand as soon as possible, otherwise Shaharul can't even imagine what will happen.
What a serious thing happened.
The next day, Shaharul immediately ordered people to start selling the sword.
No one noticed it at first, especially the nobles who always accepted the swords that appeared on the market and bought as many as they came.
They even continue to take the initiative to push up prices. Anyway, most of the swords are in their hands now, so don’t they have the final say on the price?
At first, only one or two appeared, and the nobles thought this was the lucky one who could resist selling even when the price was high.
But soon the nobles felt something was wrong. There were too many swords on the market.
Yesterday there were just a handful or two, but today there were dozens or hundreds of them, just like bamboo shoots springing up after a rain.
"Is His Majesty also selling precious swords?" When the nobles thought of this, they couldn't sit still and quickly began to sell precious swords quietly.
As the swords of nobles and others appeared on the market, there were instantly more swords on the market, and they suddenly became no longer scarce.
A thing that is no longer scarce cannot sustain a price that far exceeds its own high price.
As a result, the price of the sword plummeted, and even Shaharul and the noble officials couldn't stop it.
Six thousand slings,
five thousand,
four thousand,
three thousand,
two thousand. . . . . .
It has dropped to the original price of the sword, which is a hundred bucks!
But even so, it was not able to stop the price of the sword from continuing to drop, and it only stopped when it dropped to seventy cents. . . . . .
But what's the use of a price of seventy cents? Just a few days ago, the price of the sword increased several times this in one day.
During this period, the nobles and officials turned their attention to businessmen and civilians without any surprise, and a wanton expropriation began!
Bankrupt businessmen and civilians with nothing appeared in large numbers every day, but this did not slow down the collection of nobles and officials at all.
This is like a gambler who loses his mind. How can he care about the life and death of others?
