I Don't Want to Use His Head (There's a Bonus at the End of the Chapter)

Niu Wei looked at Commander Xin's glowing eyes, feeling utterly helpless and scornful. He had known Commander Xin would get the idea of minting his own coins. But even if he actually did it, he would probably only lose money.

Did he think coins were really that easy to make?

"Great Leader, this money isn't easy to make. Issuing currency of our own would be even harder." Niu Wei could not help pouring cold water on him.

"Why? Isn't it just a small round disk made of pure gold?" Commander Xin was still lost in his beautiful vision, but Niu Wei's blow instantly put him in a foul mood.

"Ahem, Great Leader, coins really aren't easy to make. They aren't merely objects—they carry the reputation of an entire tribe. So the metal has to be highly pure, and the coins cannot be issued recklessly. Otherwise, we'd be sabotaging our own tribe's economy.

"Besides, although the little disks don't look very big, they require many steps to produce, so the cost is another major problem.

"If we spend a corner's worth of wages to make a coin worth only one wen, wouldn't we be losing money hand over fist? And if we issue only high-denomination currency because costs remain too high, what use would the coins be? Ordinary people mainly use small denominations for their transactions. So the key issue is how to produce money on a large scale and at low cost. It isn't that simple.

"With our current technology, I think imitating something like these coins wouldn't be difficult. The difficulty lies in how to manufacture them in large quantities and on an industrial scale."

Commander Xin more or less understood, and his brow furrowed as well. Cost was indeed a problem. After all, this was something meant to