I Became A Black Merchant In Another World Chapter 272

Every war in this world has sothing in common.

‘I did nothing wrong, and the ones at fault are those bastards! We are just innocent victims!’

From ancient tis to modern day, this truth has never once changed.

Nazi Germany claid that the reason the German Empire lost in World War I wasn’t because the German army underestimated their own capabilities and kept provoking fights all over, leading to concentrated attacks by the Allied forces, resulting in their downfall.

No, they insisted that it was because of the evil Jews’ slander and incitent.

The idiots who call themselves the Empire of Japan claid that the reason they started the Pacific War was because the evil Arican imperialists cut off their oil exports.

It had nothing to do with the fact that they violated international agreents and occupied Manchuria, swallowing up China.

This is a lesson so important that any historian would emphasize it over and over.

Those who wage war always see themselves as innocent victims and always bla others.

“The Kingdom of Lyon, those damned fools. They still haven’t admitted their fault even in the peace agreent?”

I had heard about this last night, but honestly, it was absurd.

I had ordered Sebastian to send Orsini to pour a huge amount of gold into Lyon to touch the market a little, then go to sleep in a good mood.

I was about to boast that my power wasn’t dead yet when, at that very mont, I received a communication regarding the peace agreent between the Kingdom of Lyon and the Toscana Empire.

The Kingdom of Lyon, which had dared to provoke us, had to cede a vast amount of territory and pay reparations, leaving them crippled, half disabled from the ordeal.

“Didn’t they say they were sending Guillau the Baron here?”

When I read that, I felt good, but...

The problem was what was written next.

Our Lyon Kingdom had no fault at all.

According to them, all of this was due to Baron Rothschild, who had infiltrated the economy of Guillau City, almost turning it into his own territory, and that this was all done to prevent the wicked plot of swallowing Guillau’s lands without shedding a drop of blood.

Though it wasn’t exactly written like that, that’s how I felt when I read it.

It’s ridiculous.

It’s not like I was trying to make Guillau into a colony by secretly conspiring with the high-ranking officials without the consent of the people there.

I just gave massive economic privileges to Guillau City, helping the poor and destitute with a little charity, all in the spirit of love and peace.

“How could they see as so wicked person trying to turn their country into an economic colony?”

To do that, I’d have to copy silver using the electrolytic refining thod from the silver mines in the New World.

But I’m not at that level yet, so all I did was use economic leverage to buy off the high-ranking officials in Guillau City.

To be accused of such evil deeds when I haven’t even been able to do what they’re accusing of.

“Now, they’ve crossed the line by provoking . I need to make them pay for it.”

Since I can’t do it alone, I’ll need to gather so more money from others.

I had initially planned to use only the gold I had, but it looks like I can’t.

Kingdom of Lyon, I’m going to destroy your economy.

If I don’t do this, I’ll have to roast my own hands.

“Now that I think about it, I’ve let the pillaging of my territory slide a bit too easily. It feels like it’s been too gentle. This will fix things.”

**

I rubbed my hands together and grinned like a typical villainous rchant.

“Duke, I’m thinking about starting a great business... Would you be interested in investing? You certainly won’t regret it.”

The duke looked at , placed his hand on his forehead, and sighed.

“I tell everyone that the bad rumors about you aren’t true, but when it cos to you, being a rchant selling death instead of being a noble... I can’t deny it when you act like this.”

In a dieval fantasy world, being a noble or a politician is considered the most noble and prestigious job.

Unless one is supported by either noble blood or talent, no matter how hard you try, you can’t attain such a position.

It’s a position everyone envies and respects.

But in the future, politicians will probably be criticized no matter what they do, while the CEOs of global corporations will receive the sa level of respect as the president of a nation.

“When a person loses their original aspirations, they tend to fall, don’t they? My roots are not as a noble, but as a rchant.”

The duke chuckled after hearing my words.

“That’s why I’m only giving you this scorn, isn’t it? Baron Rothschild.”

“Thank you for thinking highly of , even with my shortcomings.”

“…That’s the least funny joke I’ve heard this year. It would be funnier if you said you were going to beco a monk instead.”

If I beca a monk, I’d have to live a life of complete austerity.

Of course, there are hardly any monks in Toscana who truly dedicate themselves to a life of strict austerity.

If you look hard enough, you’ll find our priest preparing to drop a bombshell by starting the Reformation in Rothschild Baron’s domain.

But for , with three wives, to beco a monk?

The very thought of it is absurd and doesn’t even make laugh.

“What wicked thing are you planning this ti?”

“I’m just thinking about the national interests of the Toscana Empire.”

The duke’s face froze.

Honestly, I felt quite wronged.

I’m really only thinking about the Toscana Empire’s interests when I do these things.

That doesn’t an I plan to return all the money I make to the Toscana Empire, but...

‘When a major corporation earns huge profits and brings in foreign currency, it helps the economy, doesn’t it?’

When I and those who invested with beco wealthy, the Toscana Empire becos prosperous too, so it’s not exactly wrong.

I’m always thinking only about the national interests (my own and my family’s) as I live.

“Anyway, the Kingdom of Lyon is currently staggering under massive war reparations and post-war recovery.”

The country itself is large, and while they’ve lost a huge amount of territory, it’s not insurmountable.

So, if I were to compare the shock they received to that of a human...

‘It’s like they’re suffering from a terrible illness that could kill them.’

And to recover and survive, they’ll have to endlessly pour in money as dicine.

“We plan to flood the Kingdom of Lyon with a huge amount of money.”

“Flooding money into a defeated nation is essentially saving them, isn’t it? But how is this going to benefit us? I don’t understand.”

“Money is like dicine for when we’re sick. If you give just the right amount, it cures the illness, but if you prescribe too much thinking you’ll save the patient, you end up killing them.”

Most illnesses we suffer from can be cured by just taking the right amount of dicine.

So, as long as pharmaceutical companies properly distinguish the uses of the dicine, and people take them as prescribed...

‘In a small local hospital, there’s no reason to keep doctors around who only treat basic illnesses.’

When you have a fever, you take fever dicine; when you have hives, you take hives dicine—problem solved.

That’s why, in the U.S., where dical expenses are astronomical, pharmacies even sell “self-extraction kits for wisdom teeth” and “suturing kits.”

But the reason doctors and pharmacists aren’t going anywhere is...

It’s not just about distinguishing the use of dicine, but because patients would end up overdosing on their own if left unchecked.

‘Even cold dicine, if taken in excess, could kill with chills, vomiting, and fever.’

Money is the sa.

Just like how you only give the right amount of dicine to a sick patient, if you pour in excessive amounts of post-war recovery funds, it will cause side effects.

“Let’s think about it simply. If the wheat harvest is really good, the Duke’s family budget won’t just double or triple. In fact, the harvest might be so good that everyone tries to sell wheat, and you might end up selling it for about 80% of the regular price, even though it’s three tis the amount.”

Wheat, food, it’s all a commodity.

When there’s an oversupply in the market, the price goes down, and when there’s a shortage, it becos rare and the price rises.

Money is the sa. It’s an obvious principle that anyone who’s been to middle school knows.

“If we buy massive amounts of weapons and supplies in the border region with the Holy Empire, the amount of gold and silver will pile up to the point that the border region can’t handle it. Naturally, the price in the border region will go up.”

Gangnam, the capital area, rural cities, rural villages.

The further you get from the center of South Korea, the lower the prices.

In Gangnam, a bowl of soup might cost 12,000 won, while in Gyeongbuk, you can still get one for 8,000 won.

There are various factors, such as land prices and rent, but the high prices in places like Gangnam are because money and people gather there.

What I intend to do is raise the price in the border regions, just like Gangnam.

“When the price goes up, we can sell wheat and food to them.”

As a result, the border region will experience sothing like a “bubble economy,” but...

That’s none of my concern.

It’s a noble cause for national interests, so why should I care about their country?

“...Please make the investnt offer to the nobles affiliated with the factions. I’ll make sure to handle it properly.”