Smoke Bombs

"Destroy two Copper Mine..."

This request was completely unexpected for the young white dog. He thought it would be something more utilitarian. It must be said that this "well-meaning resistance sponsor" needed certain powers, such as a monopoly.

But simply destroying two Copper Mine wasn't asking for too much, it was asking for too little—so little that he didn't even know what to say.

He even felt that the other party was thinking of him, knowing that the Copper Mine Copper Mine mined by the Gefra people would not be used locally, but would be transported to Gefra to be made into bullets, shells, and various military weapons to kill enemy soldiers in the next war.

Even if the person on the other end of the phone doesn't say these things, the white-skinned young men, given the chance, will sabotage Gefra's production and construction facilities in the Amelia Region, and it will be a long process.

But... he felt this request was too strange, so strange that it made him uncertain. "Sir, may I ask what benefits you would gain from destroying two Copper Mine?"

He further explained his curiosity by saying, "I believe your support for us is not without reason. I need to know what benefits you can gain from us before I can cooperate with you with peace of mind. I may not have explained it very clearly, but I believe you understand what I mean."

The young man on the other end of the phone didn't hide anything. "So that's what you're worried about. If you destroy these two Copper Mine, the world copper price will rise..."

It was that same disgusting capitalist rhetoric of self-interest again, but that actually put the young white dog at ease. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Perhaps we can try cooperating once, sir. May I know your name?"

"Name?" the young man on the other end of the phone chuckled. "No, no need. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll never meet in this lifetime. But considering that we'll need to address each other even if we're just talking on the phone, you can call me 'Robin,' or you can find yourself a code name."

Robin...

The code name caused the young man with the white skin to momentarily lose his composure. He didn't know if the guy on the other end of the phone was doing it on purpose, but this bird was special and fit his current mood perfectly.

Whenever an enemy invades, the robin will fight the invading enemy. Its small body carries great courage. No matter if its opponent is an eagle or something else, it will bravely meet it.

Alternatively, drive all enemies out of its territory.

Either die trying! Isn't this exactly how he, and many others, feel right now? Evil invaders from Gefra have taken over the land they've lived in for generations, enslaved them, and cast darkness over the land.

Their homeland has also abandoned them, and now they are trapped in a desperate situation of isolation and helplessness. Even more tragically, many people are numbly or even gleefully accepting the rule of the invaders.

ten years...

Twenty years...

Thirty years...

One hundred and twenty years later, no one knows where they came from, no one knows how to speak their true language, and no one knows what their ancestors sacrificed to survive on this land...

Although many people gave up on them, they did not give up on themselves, 《Resistance》, and resolutely refused to bow to fate.

After a few seconds, he came to his senses and said, "Haiyan, you can call me Haiyan, sir."

"The petrel that bravely fights the storm?" The robin's voice was comforting, and the white-skinned young dog who called himself the petrel seemed to have found a kindred spirit, and was somewhat delighted.

"Three days later, go to this address... and you will see the little gifts I sent you, my sincere gift. Of course, I also hope you can tell me before you take action so I can make some preparations."

"You just need to leave a bunch of wildflowers here, and you'll know how to contact me. That's how we stay in touch. Any questions?"

The young man with the white skin shook his head. "No, sir!"

"Well then, good luck, Mr. Petrel, who dares to resist tyranny!"

The young man with the white skin seemed to be still in shock after hanging up the phone. It took him a while to rub his face and gradually recover from the shock. At this moment, he became exceptionally excited.

Whatever this person's motives for supporting their resistance against Gefra's rule, at least he could provide the Resistance Organization with some necessary assistance.

Weapons, funds, various supplies and consumables—once the resistance forces can capture a few strongholds, they can gradually break free from these people's control.

But before that, he decided to cooperate with this "robin".

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. In the early hours of the third day, the young white-skinned dog codenamed "Seagull" easily switched his job to the night shift by taking advantage of his position as the Patrol Team's number one lackey.

The night shift is not a good job. Since Gefra began ruling the Amelia Region, almost all assassinations of Patrol Team have occurred at night.

Darkness became the Assassins' natural camouflage. Although the assassins who carried out the assassinations rarely escaped, and there are still more than forty dried-up corpses hanging in the square outside the City Hall, assassinations still occur from time to time.

Both the Gefra and the locals hope to be able to work during the day.

This gave the young white-skinned man an opportunity; he also needed the cover of night to conceal his identity.

At 2 a. m., the young man with the white skin, along with several companions, arrived at the train station under the guise of patrolling. According to the clues given to him, the items were hidden in a train that had entered the station the previous evening.

They easily found the carriage, where a robin was drawn in white chalk on the outside. Although it wasn't very detailed, it was still easy to spot.

"Hurry up..." the young man with the white skin urged, then carefully arranged for others to keep watch. He and two comrades from the Resistance Organization climbed into the carriage together.

When they lifted the thick layer of grass, everyone's breathing became rapid.

Boxes of brand-new Gefra standard-issue military equipment, ammunition, explosives, scarce medicines, and a box of money—these items were worth at least 100,000 Vlas, and more importantly, many of them were things that money couldn't buy here.

The young man with the white skin quickly came to his senses. "Quick, the next Patrol Team will be here in fifteen minutes at most. Move it as soon as possible!"

His reminder alerted the Resistance Organization members who had infiltrated the Patrol Team. They quickly moved the items out of the carriage, and some people who had been hiding nearby ran over and then quickly left.

All the supplies were broken down into smaller units and transported away by each person using a set. Filled with excitement and anticipation, the young man from the white-skinned dog and his comrades patrolled until dawn without feeling sleepy at all.

Because they endured the darkness and waited for dawn, the day broke! However, the young man with the white skin dog was unaware that besides himself, the "petrel," there were all sorts of small animals.

There is more than one Resistance Organization in the Amelia Region. Lin Qi originally intended to avoid the National Security Committee, but he underestimated his own influence.

When he began contacting some international businessmen to prepare to buy up large quantities of Gefra's standard weapons, the National Security Committee's internal Investigation Team came knocking on his door. Since Lin Qi was a figure who had been recognized by both the President and Mr. Truman, the National Security Committee did not make things difficult for him.

A dozen minutes after his secret call with Mr. Truman, the National Security Committee delivered a list.

He wanted to avoid it, but ultimately couldn't, and even got more deeply involved. But at this point, saying anything was pointless; the die was cast! "Copper prices won't see a significant increase in the short term. On the contrary, I think copper prices are likely to continue to decline, or remain stable, but the probability of a decline is higher..."

During a financial salon hosted by Bu Peien, Lin Qi shared his views on the future trend of world copper prices. In fact, everyone had a similar opinion: they would not continue to rise as during the war, but would instead decline.

During wartime, regions producing resources are always the primary targets of artillery fire from belligerent nations. The continuous shelling reduced many Copper Mine ore producing areas to ruins, which is why copper prices continued to rise. Even though global demand did not decrease, mining and output were reduced due to war damage. When demand exceeded supply, prices rose.

However, now that the war has ended for more than a year, the destroyed mining areas in various countries have been largely rebuilt, and the countries can now meet their current copper needs without relying on imports. As a result, copper prices have experienced their first drop since the outbreak of the war in a year, and the drop has been significant.

The price of Copper Mine ore has plummeted from 371 Federal Sol per ton at the end of the war to 266 Federal Sol per ton, a drop of nearly 30 percent.

"As countries reduce their reliance on imported finished copper and new mining technologies are developed, copper prices are expected to remain stable for the next five to ten years without significant fluctuations."

Many people attended the financial salon, including businessmen like Lin Qi and big capitalists like Bu Peien, all seeking new markets and ways out.

The domestic financial economy is in the process of restarting, so let's go to the international market. Even though they are unfamiliar with the international market, someone has to take the first step.

Lin Qi's words resonated with many people, not because they blindly believed Lin Qi, but because it was the truth.

After the war ended, the prices of many important commodities did not soar as people had imagined. Instead, they rose slightly in a very short period of time and then began to decline.

Even the price of gold has fallen, so it's not surprising that the price of copper has dropped.

Of course, there were also some strange fluctuations, such as the inexplicable rise in silver prices.

Salons like these about international futures have become a hot topic in Bu Peien, with many people considering it an honor to attend such high-level salons. The salon Lin Qi attended was one of the most prestigious.