"Clip-clop..."
Accompanied by the sound of turning gears, the carriage rolled slowly forward.
"Becca, pick up the pace. We must reach the Mountain Territory today!"
The old man's words startled the coachman slightly, and the whip in his hand froze in midair.
"My lord, rest assured! If the road ahead is all this easy to travel, we'll reach the Mountain Territory this afternoon."
Recovering himself, Becca hurriedly replied.
"Mm."
Having received a definite answer, the old man's expression improved considerably. As a sharp-eyed merchant, he saw matters much farther ahead than ordinary people did.
Near East Development Bank had caught his attention as soon as it opened. Trusting Hudson's name, he had boldly opened an account and deposited two thousand gold coins despite the uncertain prospects.
Originally, he had merely wanted to curry favor with Hudson and make himself known. Unfortunately, the gap in their status was too great. A minor client with only two thousand gold coins was not worth Lord Hudson's attention.
As his business continued to grow, his original backer was nearly unable to protect him anymore, and he urgently needed to find a new patron. If the cash shortage crisis continued, the smaller households would use goods in kind to pay their taxes, and the Kingdom government would not even have surplus grain to sell.
"Please wait!"
It was better to store the grain first and watch the market after it came onto the market. The cash shortage crisis would eventually pass."
"President, Duchess Ezekiel has come to visit. We had intended to send her away, but she claimed to be an old acquaintance of yours."
Before nearly every major war, cash shortages of varying degrees appeared. This time, the crisis had merely spread across a wider area.
She intended to mortgage all the eye-catching businesses