C1388 My heart is like a stone

Boss Wang howled miserably. He jumped up and scolded Azure Dragon Boss for his shamelessness, and he even wanted to rush up to him to scratch him with his nails.

But he had forgotten, the Gambling was opened by a gang, those people were not good men or women, you, a small businessman, actually dared to make a move, the Azure Dragon Boss just kicked him away.

Sister Qing was laughing. She was laughing because she really had good eyes, being able to exchange the paper money for silver coins. Right now, there was a shiny new silver coin in her hands and at home.

Sister Qing retreated to the side of the main street, watching the crowd go mad.

The Suzhou City was thrown into chaos once again. Bug Liu held onto the dozen or so silver coins in his arms, and stared dumbly at the previously empty street that was instantly covered with a crowd of people.

The price on the blackboard kept going up. At the beginning, it was one to four hundred, but soon after, it was one to five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred … Due to the lack of Big Merchant s in the Su Province, the final price comparison had actually been maintained to the highest point, one to eight hundred and eighty yuan.

Bug Liu was already scared silly, one silver coin could be exchanged for 880 yuan worth of paper money! Had the paper come to this?

In his memory, when this kind of wager first appeared, there was already a sky-high price of one to one thousand twenty, but that price only lasted for four hours before it started to drop.

In fact, he was not a born beggar. Bug Liu was originally a child of a rather wealthy peasant family, he could not be considered a landowner but his family still had a few acres of land. His parents and children were all there, and Bug Liu had even studied for a few years when he was young.

Then it was the war that destroyed everything, destroyed his home and all his possessions, made him an orphan, a beggar. The year before last, when he went home to beg for food, he found that the memory of his hometown had been erased by the war.

Bug Liu had received an education when he was young, so he was able to understand the words written on the blackboard. During this period of time, Bug Liu could see the numbers on the blackboard changing, but he could still faintly understand the changes in his heart.

From the moment the Gambling appeared, Bug Liu had realized that this kind of thing was just a game to change people's minds. Before the war between the and the Sha Russian had begun, before the final results of the war were out, people in Jiangnan who had a large amount of money used this time to bet on the exchange rate of silver coins and paper money.

In any case, he had nothing better to do, so he might as well take a small gamble. Who knows, he might even be able to earn some money! Because of this mentality, in addition to the designs of a group of professional practitioners, there were gangs that spread to all of Jiangnan's great Gambling s.

In fact, this kind of Gambling was trying to make the entire population see the strength of the two kinds of consciousness as nothing. If people saw too much of the south ticket, they would naturally make their move, and if more people moved more, then the price of the south ticket would increase.

On the blackboard, there were less and less south tickets to exchange for a silver coin.

However, when the value of the southern ticket was high to a certain extent, such as entering the top 100, the number of people looking at nothing would gradually increase, and the amount of people selling notes would become more and more intense. This kind of change in power caused the price to increase, slowly changing from within the 100 to 300, 400, or even 500.

No one was willing to bother with Liu Jue, and Bug Liu didn't want to communicate with others either, so he carefully observed the changes in the words on the blackboard like a monk entering a meditative state. Looking at the changes in every aspect of life at the entrance, those citizens who were laughing and scolding because they were at a disadvantage, Bug Liu suddenly had a revelation.

He had never thought of using his 10 million yuan south ticket to gamble. He had a strange feeling of departure, as if he was unable to assimilate into that crazy feeling.

He was very calm, like a rock. He only had one belief, and that was that the Prime Minister Xiao spent such a huge price to print so many exquisite South Ticket, and it was impossible for it to be for everyone.

Such a simple thought made him a cold and somewhat cruel rock in the midst of the financial turmoil.

Some people talked about watching the tides rise and fall, the clouds rise and fall, while Bug Liu watched the empty battle with cold eyes, the people were happy and angry, the so called cultivation was just to cultivate that heart.

However, the craziness of the gamblers was definitely not comparable to their despair today. The two types of power had completely gone out of control by now. There was only the sound of despair in the entire market, "Throw it out!" Throw away the south ticket! "Throw away all the southern tickets, leaving not a single one behind …"

People no longer had the time to care whether the price on the blackboard was appropriate or not. In fact, their current behavior was no different from throwing money onto the streets.

Why do you push your way through those guys who only have three or four hundred dollars in their hands? Exchanging the notes for some copper? That is your purpose.

Unknowingly, Bug Liu had caused him to start crying, and from the crowd of people, he suddenly shouted, "Why did you change to this? Keeping money for a living would be equivalent to throwing it away for free. Go home, wuu … You can all go home! "

"Oh, aunt, you only have two hundred yuan in notes, how much can you change it for? Squeezing into the crowd and making a mistake, how could your family still live? "Go home, go home …"

"Brother, you're the big boss. How much can you change all your wealth into silver taels? "It's only a few hundred silver coins, you should go home. What if the return trip to the south is worth it?"

Bug Liu cried as he advised the crazy citizens. He really did not understand why people would exchange 10,000 paper money for tens of thousands of silver coins. What was this all about?

Would people listen to the advice of a stinking beggar? Of course not, everyone who was persuaded looked at Bug Liu with hateful gazes, they really wanted to beat him up to vent the anger in their hearts.

"Scram!" Dead beggar … Don't hold us up to change money... Oh my god, he fell again … It's already at 820, hurry up and push forward! "

Bug Liu was pushed to the corner of his broken shack, and his tears continuously flowed down. He knew that after today, countless people in Jiangnan would commit suicide, and many families would fall.

But no one would listen to him. No one would listen to the logic of a beggar.

The crowd crammed into a huge lump in front of Bug Liu, with some of them even dying from the disease, their bodies moving according to the waves of the people.

The silver coins under the counter were disappearing like the flowing water, but the collected silver coins were rising higher and higher like a small mountain. Just the small boys stuffing paper money into their sacks had found more than 30 people, all of them sweating from fatigue.

"It's over, these people are all finished, there's no saving them!" Bug Liu cried loudly.