Chapter 1421 - 655: Twin Sword Unity: The Madly Inflating Tulip Bubble

Silver Era, September 1473, Netherland Kingdom, Royal Capital Amsterdam.

Creak... Creak...

Massive windmills turned with the wind, like towering giants touching the sky, a magnificent sight under the dawn’s light.

Around 40% of the land in this coastal country is below sea level, forcing them to continuously reinforce their sea barriers.

They have also built numerous windmills and pumping facilities to ensure the country’s drainage and irrigation.

The windmills, large and small, have become a beautiful landscape on this land.

The Royal Capital Amsterdam is undoubtedly the most dazzling jewel among them.

It is the tulip capital on the East Coast, the diamond capital, one of the most important returning ports of the Great Nautical Age, and the largest financial center on the Silver Continent.

Despite the small land area, there are over sixteen thousand merchant ships and hundreds of warships, making it indisputably one of the strong countries of the Great Nautical Age.

At this moment, in a large plantation outside the capital city.

"Be careful, don’t damage the bulbs.

Tulip bulbs’ prices change every day, and if you break a rare variety, even selling everything you have wouldn’t cover the cost."

"Didn’t you eat? Speed up, the buyers are already waiting at the guild’s door, and every minute you waste is wasting Mr. Cromwell’s money!"

"Hey, my carriage is already here, and your goods aren’t ready yet?

The contract is signed, five hundred kilograms of ordinary varieties, twenty rare ones, not a single one can be missing..."

Black masses of heads reaping in the field, but not harvesting crops, rather bulbs resembling onions.

More overseers, clerks, guild brokers, professional managers, anxious buyers... all gathered strongly at the field’s edge.

Just this scene alone shows how hot the tulip trading market has become after fermenting from July to September.

The frenzied atmosphere has swept across every person in this land.

"Quick, quick, two people, send out our order first..."

Thomas, a clerk of the Tulip Guild, with a tie but a face full of messy stubble, hasn’t been home for a month, working overtime continuously.

At this time, his mind is filled only with guild’s work, pushing aside all irrelevant matters.

Kids skipping school? Not important.

Wife complaining? Let her be.

Parents getting sick? Small matter.

Friend’s funeral? That’s even smaller, just send a gift through someone else.

Only the boss’s business is the most important, even the smallest company, guild matters are the biggest matters for us.

Must go all out.

Of course, none of this is his true intention, being just a poor worker, he couldn’t afford such valuable flowers, getting rich in this opportunity has nothing to do with him.

It’s simply because Thomas is a [Silver Servant] to a [Banker] of the Gold Sequence.

This transcendent ability arises from a modern famous economist’s saying: "Money is a good servant and also a bad master."

[Bankers], after establishing a labor contract with the employed, only need to pay a small amount of silver coins periodically to meet the basic living needs of the other party.

The other party must act as a "Good Servant", disregarding family, kinship, love, friendship, prioritizing all work demands.

"Just as Mr. Cromwell said, the platform of trading companies and guilds gave us this development opportunity, as long as you work well, with wealth and status others will look up to you.

Even if you don’t attend many key occasions, no one will say anything, and if you occasionally attend once, others will feel greatly honored.

Therefore, we don’t need ineffective socializing, just concentrating on work is enough."

After learning self-PUA, this is simply an ideal chosen worker.

His balding superior, Manager Taylor, is in an even worse situation.

At least Thomas, though haggard, still has some human touch, able to empathize with lower-tier flower growers, laborers, knowing their difficulties, urging them yet also stepping forward to help.

The latter only has indifference in his eyes, focused only on the tasks assigned by the higher-ups, looking only at results, not the process.

Often harshly scolding:

"You clumsy oaf, make another mistake, and I’ll have the personnel manager fire you.

Make your wife, children, and sixty-year-old mother all sleep on the streets!"

And this Manager Taylor, although only thirty-five years old, has already hunched, going gray early, every step seeming to carry a mountain.

Because he is not only a [Silver Servant], but has also voluntarily found himself a [Gold Tyrant] in order to purchase property in the capital city.

From another bank’s banker.

The Middle Sequence [Banker] can forcibly convert someone into a slave to money by lending excessive gold.

The rest of his life is spent gritting his teeth to repay this loan.

Even under heavy pressure, backs bent, jaws bleeding from clenching, for his family’s survival he cannot relax for a moment, nor dare to lose his job.

Most people in the Netherland Kingdom can never pay this interest in their lifetime, remaining a controlled walking dead by the [Gold Tyrant] until death...

Compassion?

As a middle manager burdened with heavy debts, he can no longer afford such a luxury.

Once a normal person, he has also completely become an absolute executor of the upper echelons’ will.