My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1471 - 423: Sorting the Harvest! The Dragon of Reincarnation Transforms! A New Law Seed!_2

Chapter 1471: Chapter 423: Sorting the Harvest! The Dragon of Reincarnation Transforms! A New Law Seed!_2

He could hardly distinguish the insiders anymore.

"No wonder you’re like this!" Gary Smith commented. Even if all Capitalist Rats were wiped out, the economic issues could also be approached like before, by adding more Mouse Incarnations to act as slaves for a while, right?

"The main problem is the increase in skill proficiency. These guys are getting smarter... oh no, lazier. They used to last a week, but now, the new ones are too clever and can only last two to three days before they are corrupted by the evil Worker Rats, leading to their growing influence."

Mousie said with a mix of pride and grievance:

"Also, lately some Mouse Incarnation has established a Mouse Incarnation Foundation responsible for safeguarding their rights."

"Isn’t that overlapping with the functionalities of Mouse Bank? What’s there to fear?" Gary Smith didn’t even have to think to know it was most likely the doing of a Capitalist Rat.

"Yes, but they’ve launched a new financial project—deposit ten bags of Potato Chips, and after a week, retrieve twelve bags.

I thought it was just a Ponzi scheme at first, but they shockingly managed to find an external source of Potato Chips and were repeatedly successful in fulfilling their promises, leading more Mouse Incarnations to willingly join them while declaring it impossible for them to flee. Hence, now

even if I want to assign tasks through Tiny Mouse Foundation they take a cut, and the price per task has increased, raising the labor cost significantly for each Mouse.

But my quota remains unchanged, the currency at Mouse Bank is depreciating, and the previously deferred loans are rolling over with interest. Potato Chips are losing value; if this isn’t inflation, then what is!"

Got it, a fragile small economy has encountered external money printing impacting the domestic market!

At this point, Mousie gritted its teeth. If it found out the source of these off-market Potato Chips, it wouldn’t rest until it had destroyed it.

Full of resentment, Mousie didn’t notice Eggy glance over at Red Rabbit behind them, then realizing...

The other side seemed even more guilty than itself.

Hm?

Understood!

Eggy laughed, the mysterious funding from outside wasn’t just its own doing. These Capitalist Rats are something else.

They’re all villains, waiting to see Mousie fail spectacularly!

"Cultivator, you must help Mousie, do you really want your beloved Mousie hung on the streetlights by that mob?" Mousie pleaded pitifully, its eyes brimming with countless stars landing on Gary Smith.

It was a special effect it manually created.

"This is tough..." Gary Smith stroked his chin, although he enjoyed being an onlooker, Mousie’s failure wouldn’t be a good thing.

But just giving money, while not a large amount, could easily break the rules.

Facing Mousie’s tantrums, Gary Smith ultimately caved in. He asked, "So what do you want to do? You have already drawn your salary for the next hundred years."

"Give me an interest-free... cough, low-interest loan, and adding up the storages in Mouse Bank, pay off the previous loans before Potato Chips devalue further, then sit back and watch their buildings collapse." Mousie’s eyes spun craftily, sparkling with wisdom.

Since Potato Chips are worthless, they should be dumped first, followed by introducing a new currency for conversion.

Upon hearing this, Gary Smith readily agreed and approved a Potato Chip quota worth two hundred thousand, unable to resist commenting:

"You’re quite the cunning one!"

"This is a corpse that must be stepped over on King’s Road. Wait and see, I’ll make the Mouse Incarnations feel what economic sanctions are!" Mousie snorted coldly, its claws clasped behind its back, preparing to show Cultivator what turning the sky over with a flip of a hand meant.

Then... Gary Smith saw that as soon as the opposite side collected the debts, they introduced a policy where these Potato Chips were used for a pension project. Mouse Incarnations contributing for a hundred years could retire for life.

Moreover, the joining Mouse Incarnations had to use Potato Chips as the legal currency, claiming this was to protect each mouse’s rights by controlling the value of Potato Chips.

By splitting the money, they won over all Mouse Incarnations instantly.

But not all news was bad: task distributions would require a bigger cut, but this portion wouldn’t be paid by Mouse Incarnations. Instead, a little service fee would be added when they took on tasks.

Meaning, the entire burden fell on Mousie itself!

A combination of heavy blows left Mousie dazed. Not only did it not benefit, but it also ended up with a pile of debt and even led to more united and spendthrift Mouse Incarnations, with an increase in deferred interest charges to follow.

In short, Mousie was financially destroyed!

"What a vicious business battle!"

Aggrieved, Mousie looked to Cultivator for comfort and received:

"Just practice more!"

Mousie instantly petrified, its head drooping in apparent utter despair. Gary Smith shook his head and walked away.

But he didn’t notice, as he turned, Mousie’s eyes shimmered cunningly.

Joking, it had long been communicating secretly with the Capitalist Rats, knowing these Mouse Incarnations seemed planning something big involving the Cultivator recently but couldn’t investigate further.

Even the Capitalist Rats denied any knowledge.

Thus, feeling a sense of crisis, Mousie had chosen to short the pension project, bankrupt Worker Rats, and hence enslave them along with Capitalist Rats.

However... which ones were the Capitalist Rats?

Mousie was somewhat puzzled, but soon put the thought aside. It probably wasn’t important, better to dream about the future.

When the time comes, kick the Capitalist Rats out and establish the First Empire of Mouse Will!

Actually, Gary Smith felt there might be problems, but Mouse Incarnations would betray Mousie, not him, so he couldn’t be bothered.