Chapter 84: Price

More and more people gathered at the abandoned pier, those who were homeless and could not find a place to stay.

At the thought that they didn't even have a place to live at night, that the guards would disperse the homeless, that those people wouldn't give anyone a bit of Grain, and that the price of black bread was rising, everyone felt furious.

"... Everyone has seen it, we haven't done anything wrong, yet they are already searching the whole city for us, as if yesterday's riot was caused by us. Are we wrong?"

"No!"

"Tana City is theirs, but it is also ours! We are also the masters of Tana City!"

"Right!"

"We should show those nobles what our strength is like!"

"Show them!"

Countless people surged out from the abandoned pier and walked directly onto the streets.

The patrolling Guard Team could not stop so many people; the crowded throng kept shouting something, protesting the injustice of Tana City.

The sound grew louder and louder, and it was getting closer and closer to the Main City Area.

"What is that commotion outside?" Governor Jones looked at his daughter Saina, "I don't want any more trouble. Notify those guards and police, don't let people stir up a riot."

"It is said that the Sun Church gathered so many people; they have always hoped you would not ascend to the position of Governor," Saina reminded him, "Should we do something?"

"True, yesterday's events disrupted too many plans. Fine, I will discuss it properly with the people from the Wealth Church."

Before he could go find him, Feng Buer had already arrived at the Government Building.

He was weak, weak to an absurd degree.

In order to perform the Purification on that Item, he had expended a great deal of strength.

And now, there was no one from the Wealth Church to help him.

Several awakened teammates were also in a state of serious injury.

He could not do nothing; sometimes concessions were necessary, and even the Archbishop could not blame him for anything.

If he insisted on blaming him, then let him try it himself; the current state of Tana City was no longer something he could control!

"I am very happy to see you take the initiative to come, my friend," Governor Jones revealed a smile, "You should have already seen the situation outside. I think the Wealth Church should be able to do something, right?"

"I am very sorry, our actions were a bit too slow," Feng Buer apologized, a rare occurrence, "After our internal discussion, we believe we can release a portion of our reserve Grain and simultaneously build a shelter for those refugees."

"That is a lot of money. The Municipal Building does not have that much money. You know, the bulk of the annual tax revenue is actually in the hands of the Wealth Church, and you basically do not pay taxes." Governor Jones looked up; these guys from the Wealth Church did more than just not pay taxes.

They even controlled the issuance of currency!

This resulted in these nobles having to use Tana Coin to settle all supplies, with the lifeblood of the entire economy controlled by the Wealth Church!

They needed to obtain real currency, not the tokens of the Wealth Church!

Bu'er knew what the other party meant, but if he made concessions on this point, the headquarters would definitely punish him severely.

Not to mention that once it was opened up, all prices would become even more chaotic.

The commoners did not have real coins in their hands; they only had Tana. If they couldn't exchange them for Grain, it would be chaos for the entire Tana City.

"We will build two shelters in the Factory District, and we will pay for them. We will also hire labor directly from those refugees. As for the Grain, we have already urgently coordinated some, and it is already on the way. I hope the nobles can also provide some Grain; we will purchase it at the original price and distribute it to those poor people."

"Heh, we nobles don't have much Grain either. You know, the nobles have suffered heavy losses this year."

Bu'er shook his head, "As far as I know, the several manors under your name have not suffered losses; at the very least, the Grain was harvested normally."

"Are you saying that I must support everything you do?" Governor Jones said coldly, "You should give up some things instead of holding on tightly. You must be clear that because of you, we have been going downhill for these past few years."

Tana City was originally a small border city, and there were wars every year.

If one had to say there was fault, at least it shouldn't all be the fault of the Wealth Church.

Of course, everyone was greedy, and the Wealth Church especially so.

Bu'er had to smile apologetically and say: "At least we are willing to pay to purchase it. If we give up completely, do you think those rioters won't stand against the nobles once again? Do you really think the hundred or so people in the Guard Team can resist those rioters? Currently, there are fifty thousand people in the Factory District who have lost their jobs, and who knows how many young people are among them. Do you want to gamble on it?"

"You are threatening me," Governor Jones said.

"Not at all, I just hope you can see the facts clearly."

Inside the city, heads were moving; a large number of people were shouting slogans. Some didn't even know what they were shouting, just standing in the ranks, looking around blankly.

Everyone wanted to get food and have a place to live, instead of being like this.

Mengmeng and Mengmeng originally wanted to tidy up the shop and reopen, but now they could only be stuck in the crowd, at a loss.

There were many shopkeepers like them; they had also lost their businesses, only they had some savings.

But if they could be provided with more resources, they wouldn't mind participating.

There were even many people who had been passively pushed into this state.

"If the city starts distributing bread, it's very likely no one will eat the cakes we make, unless it's those rich people," Mengmeng said after asking around for a while, "Flour and such will definitely rise in price too. I estimate the nobles in the city will all raise prices; after all, they could usually make money selling bread, but soon they won't."

"Then what do we do?" Mengmeng said worriedly, "But fortunately, we are going to delete our data soon."

"But the shop is still there, and the contract is still there," Mengmeng sighed, "The landlord just said he wanted to raise the rent, the reason being that our house wasn't damaged very badly, and if we want to rent a shop in such a good location again later, it will be difficult."

"How can the landlord be like this?" Mengmeng said with dissatisfaction; she didn't like this kind of plot.

Everywhere there were pitiful people, those who were homeless, those who had no food to eat, and many pitiful children.

When she went to invest with Andrew in the morning, Andrew even said that another hundred orphans had been added today, swelling the ranks of the Calamity.

But what was there to be proud of in such ranks?

Shouldn't one feel sorrowful instead?

(End of this chapter)