Chapter 303.3: With A Knife In Hand, I Shall Harvest My Leeks... But How?

Simeon held back for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how to scold those people in the northern suburbs. In the end, he could only gnash his teeth and curse

He still firmly believed that the New Alliance would definitely send troops to fight the Bonechewer Clan.

But what good was it if he was the only person who believed in it?

Would the market be influenced by a person's belief?

"Bo, boss," Enzo said cautiously, "Should we still buy it?"

"Buy my ass!" Simeon couldn't help but curse.

Looking at his nervous subordinate, he took a deep breath and controlled his emotions. "The inventory reserve line remains unchanged..."

Enzo hesitated before asking, "What about the copper in the warehouse..."

Simeon said through gritted teeth, "Keep it!"

He wanted to make big money.

If those useless idiots wanted to sell, so be it, but he would not sell any copper even if the price of copper ore dropped to the same price as iron ore.

This battle would break out sooner or later!

The price of copper ore would grow back sooner or later!

...

"Don't you want to make a fortune with your brothers?"

"Don't blame me for not helping you. Buy it quickly. If you don't buy it now, there won't be any left for you to buy soon!"

Looking at the report sent by the Red River Town military base, Chu Guang couldn't help chuckling.

The rumor was indeed released by him, but he didn't expect it to be so effective.

Copper ore prices fell 37%!

The supply was increased by 4 times!

And this was all achieved in less than 2 weeks. The effect of the smoke bomb far exceeded Chu Guang's initial expectations.

He originally wanted the price to return to a reasonable leave. He didn't expect that when the mine owners and business owners heard that the New Alliance had discovered copper mines, they quickly lowered the copper mine reserve line in their own warehouses. Because of that, not only was the warehouse of the Horseshoe Merchants Association full of copper ores, but the caravans formed by the New Alliance were also loaded with cheap copper.

Since copper ore was mostly in the form of sulfides, the price of sulfur was affected.

Considering that their major customers may not buy those things from them in the future, it was the safest choice to reduce the inventory while they could sell for a good price.

Once the sell-off began, though, emotions were likely to dominate the market instead of logic.

When it got to the later stage, not only would the major associations be selling them, but caravans who came to Red River Town would also choose to wait and see if they could buy cheaper ores.

And big copper mine consumers like the New Alliance would naturally become the biggest winners.

In fact, taking down Red River Town was of course an option, and it wouldn't be difficult.

If Chu Guang were to be a bit insidious, he could even issue a mission, asking the players supporting Red River Town on the front line to turn their guns around and attack the surrounding NPCs, tearing a gap in their defense line, and letting the Snake Clan's marauders in.

When the battle was over, he could send in his troops to sweep everything up.

A single regiment would be more than enough to take care of the problem there.

The only risk was that the Fang Clan would probably take the opportunity to march south to besiege the New Alliance while saving the Snake Clan.

After all, it was not a turn-based game. When he took action, the probability of others standing still was very small.

That was also where the problem was.

Since it was not a turn-based game, the warfare still required Chu Guang to consider the methods and reasons based on the target of the war.

This reason was divided into two types, internal and external.

Internally, using the reason for the emancipation of the slaves was more than enough. The residents of the New Alliance all supported him from the bottom of their hearts, and the players could also be easily taken care of with just an expansion pack.

Using the developer identity to issue the declaration of war could even save the effort to think of an explanation. This was the good thing about players. If Chu Guang could explain it, he could use the plot to justify it. But if he couldn't explain it, he could simply say that it was the game settings.

The filial prince of Lordaeron could even kill his father with a sword. So what was wrong with him, the administrator of the New Alliance, backstabbing his allies? He didn't even sign any treaty with them. His actions would be very reasonable.

But to the outside world, it was a bit difficult to come up with a good reason.

From Boulder Town to Garbage City, and then to other distant survivor settlements, although they were all opposed to marauders, none of them supported anti-slavery. It was just that some recognized the legality of it, and some allowed the trade of slaves but not private execution.

Many of the slaves in the mines of Red River Town were actually marauders caught by other survivors' settlements.

Therefore, using the reason of liberating the slaves to declare war was much worse than not having a reason at all. After all, if a war that breaks out without clear reason would end fast enough, the people who were attacked would probably still be confused when the war ended, thus the impact caused by the expansion would be much smaller.

Using the abolition of slavery as an excuse for war, the debuff of diplomatic punishment might be higher than that of the Bonechewer Clan.

Some things required fertile soil. Only advanced people could be matched with advanced ideas. Whether it was Shelter 117 or Shelter 401, there was only one reason for their final failure, and that was, they did not consider the actual situation of the wasteland. Maybe they did think of it, but they still couldn’t let go of their way of thinking.

They may consider something good, but others may not share the same opinion.

They could see things 10 years ahead, but the people they managed may only want to live in the present.

Just like the fact that Xia Yan always liked to slack off in the past but Chu Guang never really threw her out of the shelter despite him always saying he would.

He wasn't born to be an administrator. Having lived at the bottom, he understood how she felt in the position she was in.

Not everything had a right or wrong answer.

On the contrary, Xiaoyu's well-behaved and sensible appearance sometimes made him feel sorry for her.

Seeing the administrator having optimism written all over his face, Charlie maintained a look of worry.

The fall in the price of raw materials was certainly something to be happy about.

But if the price dropped too fast, it would eventually hurt them as well.

"I have to remind you that the drop in the price of copper mines and sulfur is due to the release of inventories, not the increase in production capacity. If those mine owners cut production because of this, the price of copper mines may grow even higher in a few months."

"You're right, so in the end we still have to rely on ourselves to solve the supply of raw materials."

Chu Guang put down the report in his hand and looked at Charlie who was standing across his desk.

"According to the data fed back from the logistics department, we have already reserved 700 tons of copper, and about 1,200 tons are still on the way. These resources are enough for our consumption in the next three months!"

𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

With the current production efficiency of the industrial zone, it would take 16.7 tons of copper to produce 1,000,000 bullets.

Just to make bullets, 1,200 tons of copper could make more than 71,000,000 rounds.

Attacking West Continent City did not need that many bullets, not even half of it.

At the beginning, he only planned to prepare 5,000,000 rounds of ammunition, and then he could produce the bullets during the war.

It was estimated that by the end of the war, the total consumption of ammunition would not exceed 10 million rounds.

"... It seems you're not leaving yourself any way out."

Looking at the surprised old man, Chu Guang smiled faintly, got up, and walked to the wall, looking at the marks on the map, and said softly, "I will liberate the West Continent from the Bonechewer Clan within a month."

"Our mining teams will go out with equipment, along with the shells we send to the front."

"After that, whether the copper and sulfur in our neighbor's house is expensive or cheap, it will no longer have anything to do with us."

"Anyway, we won't buy from them in the future."