A moment of dead silence.
Someone swallowed hard. Amid the shock, more people's eyes lit up uncontrollably, as though flames were burning within them, excitement rising once more.
At first, everyone had simply been overwhelmed by the bad news, instinctively trying to use the matter to attack their rivals. But not everyone was slow-witted.
Just as had been said before, the losses were already inevitable. But how much could those ruined corn stalks and rice left rotting in the fields really be worth? At worst, they could be bundled up and sold off cheaply. Even if the Upper District would not take them, some restaurants in the Lower District would.
The penalties for breaching orders were severe, but they could perhaps be delayed.
The temporary drop in stock prices hurt, but they could still endure it.
But once they weathered this period, once news of the reduced harvest spread through the Holy City and panic over food shortages set in... for them, holding the overwhelming majority of the food reserves, the situation would become an unequivocal boon!
If they handled it properly, the losses of this quarter and the damage caused by The Tuner could be earned back tenfold, a hundredfold, even a thousandfold!
After all...
"Scarcity makes things valuable."
The chairman revealed a chilling smile. "People can go without movies. They can go without buying clothes. But can anyone go without eating?"
In the dead silence, everyone could not help looking at the loss report on the screen.
Hungrily, they swallowed.
Was this truly bad news, or good news?
Fate was truly difficult to predict.
Look, once The Tuner was dead, everything seemed to get better right away.
Sure enough, it was good that The Tuner had died. Good that he was dead.
The best part was that he