Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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For gamblers.

When they have lost everything, they will not hesitate to use all means in an attempt to earn back with interest.

Sir Andres now probably has the same mentality.

The people in the governor's mansion were silent.

For Sir Andres's'suggestion', the first thing they felt was a biting chill.

But... the situation is so bad that it can't be worse, what could be worse than it is now.

Borrowing, continue... as long as you persevere, then...you will be able to see the moon and the moon.

For bulbs that have fallen slightly, the price is still in a tug-of-war, occasionally falling slightly, and occasionally rising slightly.

But the innumerable dumping is still going on.

Andres began to doubt life a little.

Because...he couldn't understand why there were so many bulbs in this world.

Where did these bulbs come from?

The Spanish navy found out that a merchant ship under the banner of the Northern Province bypassed Portugal and headed for North Africa.

But when the navy was going to ambush, they found Ming's fleet. When these fleets appeared here, they immediately aroused the vigilance of the Spanish fleet.

They didn't dare to approach rashly, but when they called the main fleet, those ships had already gone away.

Once a ship goes out to sea, in this age without radar and satellites, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, unless the other party follows the established sea route... Moreover, even if it is an ambush, it is not easy After all, it is impossible for the entire Navy of the Kingdom of Spain to attack at any time, and the cost is too high.

The national treasury itself is already stretched to the point where it cannot be added, and it is stretched.

Is this a Mingren's conspiracy?

Sir Andres was bewildered.

At this point, it was the fourth day.

The dumping continues.

The reserves are almost empty, and even...they still owe a lot of loans to merchants.

But...the bulbs are still in an endless stream, and they continue to sell them.

It's over.

Sir Andres' heart was utterly chilled.

When an official came to report to the Governor's Mansion, and there were three more warehouses that were dumping goods like crazy, the Governor's Mansion fell into a deathly silence.

Sir Andres' face was as pale as paper: "How much more can you buy?"

"Your Excellency, the reserve fund is gone, we... have been sucked dry."

"Your Excellency..." Someone rushed in and said, "The news has leaked."

News leaked out...

Sir Andres shuddered.

The news... How could it be leaked at this time, impartially.

The only possibility is... that it was spread by his opponent.

"Clarify the news immediately."

Andres gave the order decisively.

But then, his face turned sallow.

Clarify the news... The reserve funds have been exhausted, that is to say, the countries have united and almost emptied the national treasury, and even the gold and silver that they did not hesitate to borrow have been completely emptied, and there is not a single copper plate left. Clarify the message.

Sir Andres slumped down on the chair, staring blankly at the void.

"Your Excellency..." Terrible news came one after another.

"Words have spread, and now everyone, is peddling their bulbs, everywhere, the market has become chaotic, the crowds..."

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency..."

Sir Andres jumped up from his chair: "Arrest those murderers immediately, we failed, then let them be buried with them, and send our soldiers...soldiers!"

The governor accepted the order with a ashen face.

The fall of Europe is inevitable.

He could no longer imagine what would happen when the finances of all countries were looted and the wealth of all classes disappeared overnight.

Europe, which has enjoyed decades of colonial dividends, is now standing on a cliff.

But now... before being destroyed, he must lead the soldiers to arrest all those damned people.

But……

Chaos is everywhere in the streets.

Everywhere, people took to the streets with their own bulbs, panicking enough to sell them to passers-by.

Just in the early morning, the price of the bulb was still more than 20 gold coins.

But after an hour, when the news spread, the bulb was actually worthless.

Not even a copper plate can be exchanged.

Because everyone is selling their bulbs, the crazy people even blocked the way of the governor and hundreds of soldiers, they took the bulbs, bowed their bodies, begging: "Sir, do me a favor, three Gold coins, my bulbs, are the best in the world..."

"Go away!" the governor thought to himself, I have more bulbs, do you want a gold coin?

Soon, the soldiers behind him began to hesitate.

There's a guy, slipping away.

Seeing such a horrific scene on the street, he presumably used his life savings to exchange bulbs, hoping to appreciate in value.

As soon as the soldier left, the other soldiers became even more disturbed

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In the distance, angry people began to smash the bulb on the ground. The bulb fell to the ground and broke in two, and a strong smell of garlic was released.

Garlic smell everywhere.

When people saw the soldiers, someone shouted angrily: "It's them, it's them..."

Angry people don't care who looted themselves.

Because the person who looted himself may be far away. But when you go out and turn left, you can always find the governor.

People who were once humble have become mad in despair.

The feeling of everything turning into nothing overnight is enough to turn any gentle person into a robber.

At first, they threw bulbs at soldiers.

Angry soldiers tried to fight back.

But then, there are more and more people like this.

When the governor led the soldiers to find several warehouses with difficulty, and found that there were still unsold bulbs in the warehouse, the place was already empty.

They had a hard time hunting down several merchants who were cooperating with the shipment.

The merchants looked at them tremblingly, and told the governor that he was in contact with a British merchant from York, and the British merchant just entrusted them to sell.

After spending half a day finding York's trace, the British businessman honestly confessed that he was employed by a Portuguese.

As for the Portuguese, he had long since disappeared.

Soldiers blockaded the port.

There are no boats here.

Until someone told them that there was an island overseas that had been rented out and many suspicious people came in and out, so the governor arrived at the island with his sailors.

On the island, everything is as usual, but some facilities have been built, but...the buildings are still empty.

It is said that as early as two days ago, the people here got on the boat and disappeared.

A small fleet of northern provinces is ready to go to bring these damned liars to justice.

While Sir Andres gave such orders, messengers brought worse news that the fleet of the Northern Province had attacked the port, and they declared rebellion.

The reason is simple, the vast majority of officers and soldiers have gone bankrupt, and they have expected that Spain will not be able to pay their salaries.

Now there is chaos everywhere, people are precarious, resentment and resentment have been bred.

The fleet that was originally ordered to go to sea has long understood that the sea is vast, and they simply chased those businessmen, so the angry officers and soldiers decided to do something.

They hoisted the flag representing the Netherlands and rushed into the port. Instead of being resisted, they were quickly welcomed by countless people.

People roared angrily, countless people followed the sailors, and quickly raised a new flag in the city hall, and announced that the Northern Province would no longer accept the rule of the brutal Spanish royal family.

The governor had been killed, and a trembling nobleman was embraced and crowned by the soldiers.

And as for Sir Andres... he held a quill in his hand, and looked at the messenger in astonishment.

The messenger said: "Your Excellency, we should immediately go back to Spain via France. This place is already surrounded by anger, and there are rebels everywhere. They have lost their minds."

Andres said: "What about the other guests?"

"It's all gone. We should go south and enter France through Lorraine, because the northern provinces of France also have a tendency to riot. Many people claim to kill the king and hang the merchants."

Andres had a look of pain on his face: "These barbarians!"

In fact, no one suffered more than Sir Andrés. On the one hand, the mob sought and opposed him, and everywhere there were calls to hang him. But...even if he returns to Spain, so what, he will become a scapegoat and is also hated by the royal family.

People will only blame him for all mistakes.

But in fact, from the moment he was ordered to come to the northern province, he had no choice.

"Fate..." He sighed.

Then he straightened the white hood on his head, and stood upright in a well-dressed manner: "This is just the beginning, not the end."

He said to his entourage: "Soon, this place will be in a mess, there will be wars everywhere, the crown will fall to the ground, countless castles will lose their masters, and all property will be sold at a low price. With gold and silver coins, you will become the master of this place. I firmly believe that those damned people will not run away, and they will come back in a different way in a short time. Maybe next time, they will call themselves French or French. An Englishman, or a Venetian, whoever they are, will easily pick up the fallen crown...but..."

Sir Andres closed his eyes in pain: "No one will remember that this group of people used to be eloquent liars and robbers who stole astonishing wealth. People will only remember that he landed on land with a huge amount of wealth, Be a great benefactor to many."

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