Lord of Industrialization

"Grateful heart, thank you for having you..."

Amidst the childlike singing of the choir, believers who participated in today's team-building activity of the Bright Church walked to the altar and put money into the donation box.

Frederick followed the team in a wheelchair. Françoise in the wheelchair put a few gold coins into the donation box. The local bishop behind the box nodded to him in thanks.

The sound of metal collision sounded, and the girl's pale face seemed to have a trace of blood.

It was Frederick's turn next. Instead of taking out the gold coins, he put in a folded note.

The bishop showed a bright smile on his face and bowed 60° to Duke Wesson in thanks.

Rumor has it that Duke Wesson has never put a single copper plate into the donation box, but every time he throws in a delivery coupon, it is worth a hundred gold.

When he walked out of the church, Frederick thought to himself why the church didn't sell indulgences, otherwise he would have bought two pounds and robbed the church.

Outside the church is a snow-white beach. The tide has just ebbed at this time. Many locals walked out of the church and went to the beach to catch the sea.

The average height of the residents of this island is one head shorter than other places, whether due to genetics or other reasons.

The weather is fine today. The temperature at noon is over 10 degrees, there are not many clouds, and the sea breeze can only blow the hair around the ears.

Françoise pointed to the beach, and Frederick pushed his wheelchair over.

Last winter, Françoise suffered from a very troublesome lung disease. If she walked too much or even talked too much, she would suffer from insufficient oxygen supply, dizziness and brain swelling, so she could only rest in a place with good air.

The island has a pleasant climate, fresh air, and rich aquatic products. It is easy to eat sea fish that are considered to have nourishing effects, so her family sent her here for recuperation.

Frederick pushed his wheelchair to the beach, and a crab not far away was pushed up by the waves.

Françoise's servants laid out thick tarpaulins and carpets, placed tea and snacks, and put up parasols.

Frederick helped Françoise from the wheelchair to the carpet, and the two sat down across the tea set and three layers of dessert plates.

The waves were getting further and further away, and the people rushing to the sea left with them. The servants also took a few steps back, and the world suddenly became quiet.

The two had had a big argument through letters before, and Frederick didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while, he said slowly: "The swamps reclaimed in the lowland areas must not be used to grow tulips. Today's tulips are beautiful bubbles. If you poke them, they will disappear without a trace."

Sixty-seven years ago, Frederick purchased thousands of hectares of swampland in the lowlands through Françoise and Lilu. After one year of damming, two years of drainage, and three years of soil improvement, all the swampland was turned into fertile farmland.

Tulip sales were booming last year. Françoise wanted to use all the land to cultivate tulips, but Frederick naturally refused.

Nowadays, the demand for meat, eggs and milk in Wesson is growing rapidly. Frederick plans to build it into a livestock industry base, provide the territory with enough meat and cheese through convenient water transportation, and by the way, use livestock manure to raise slime. Naturally It is impossible to take a dip in the murky waters of tulips.

However, Françoise insisted again and again, and Frederick refused without question, so the two quarreled.

"Why?" Françoise asked in a low voice, "Why are tulips bubbles?"

Frederick replied: "What can tulips do? They cannot be eaten or weaved. There is no other use except for viewing."

"There are not many people on this continent who are willing to spend big money on entertainment. The vast majority of people will go hungry if they don't budget carefully. Only so many people will end up paying for tulips."

"The most important thing is that tulips are plants and their growth cycle is not long. You can plant a batch soon and more and more will be sold on the market."

"The price of a commodity is determined by the relationship between supply and demand in the market. Just like the price of grain, in good harvest years the price will be low when there is more grain, and in bad harvest years the price will be high if there is less grain."

"The price of tulips is also the same. Nowadays, more and more people and land are planting tulips, but the number of people who ultimately buy them has not increased, and the price keeps rising due to layer upon layer of resale."

"I speculate that when the tulip market becomes saturated and some people start selling at reduced prices because they can't buy them, the price of tulips will drop dozens or even hundreds of times in a short period of time."

The first time he saw tulips was when Françoise wrote to her nine years ago. At that time, this exotic flower had just spread from the east coast of the Inland Sea to the southern part of the Kingdom of Gaul through maritime trade in the Inland Sea. To the north and lowland areas, it grew well in the lowland areas and then gradually started to become more popular.

A few years ago, tulip cultivation technology made leaps and bounds, new varieties were emerging, and this wave spread rapidly around.

It's just that Frederick didn't have that novelty and wasn't interested in tulips, and Maria brought Wesson's popular trend to raising birds because she liked small animals, so not many people in Wesson did this.

The Wesson State Department of Commerce is responsible for collecting economic information from various places, so the booming tulip market was naturally brought to Frederick's desk.

Frederick only glanced at it at that time. It had nothing to do with him. There were too many things in the territory, so he asked the Ministry of Commerce to continue to pay attention to it and then ignored it after using it to write papers.

The economy has its own laws. Regardless of whether there is magic in that world, the basic laws of supply and demand are the same.

Wesson's productivity has increased, but the theoretical guidance of economic activities has not kept up. Today's scholars lack foresight, and Frederick cannot ask too much for this.

For example, the phenomenon of supply and demand ratio and commodity prices is now well known to many people, but there is no mature theory because no one can fully understand the relationship between value and price.

Françoise must be one of the people who didn't understand. After Frederick explained it, he could only shake his head. This kind of thing is really too much for the eldest lady who plays chess, calligraphy and painting all day long, and occasionally manages the manor. Stranger.

Frederick thought for a while, made up his mind and said: "I will live here next, and while I have time, I can calm down and write a book about business and trade."

According to the plan, he will next go to the Holy City to pay homage to the chief helmsman of the Church of Light, and then go to the Kingdom of Madeira and the Kingdom of Lisenberg to see the land that is not available in his "home" in the west of the continent.

It’s just that although the collapse of the tulip bubble is likely to come, if I can seize the opportunity to predict this phenomenon in the book, it may be able to promote the development of bourgeois political economics.

Françoise smiled when she heard that he was going to stay.

But the servants behind her were nervous. After all, Duke Wesson's reputation was there.

The construction site held meetings until ten o'clock in the evening for two consecutive days, which made me feel dizzy.