God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 403: I Have a Question

The harvesting continued.

The huge harvesters were like tireless beasts, racing freely across this vast land.

As noon arrived, many people started taking their breaks one after another.

Those workers who finally had stable income and some assets thanks to the magic-tech industry reached their rest time and came to the cafeteria to eat. During their break, they pulled out their Magic Nets.

This was pretty much their rare form of entertainment.

As soon as they opened the Magic Net, they discovered discussions everywhere about new grain, agricultural magic-powered machinery, and such—instantly everyone was hooked.

Those nobles might be extremely concerned about all this because of profit issues, but these ordinary people were different.

They’d truly experienced hunger before. Many of them had nearly starved to death multiple times, and more or less everyone around them had someone who’d actually starved to death.

In this situation, they were extremely sensitive about grain.

You could even say that nothing in this world was more important to them than grain.

Grain equals life.

That was basically their understanding.

When they learned that one type of grain could actually produce over 2,000 pounds per acre, they were shocked.

Who knows how many people already had tears welling up in their eyes.

Roster territory.

Magic-powered vehicle manufacturing plant cafeteria.

A young man looked at the information on the Magic Net and couldn’t help but cover his face and cry.

"Jody, what’s wrong? Did someone bully you? If something happened in the factory, I’ll go to the guild with you!"

Seeing this, his companion hurried over to ask.

The guild, the workers’ association—originally just a middleman, a place where craftsmen found work and merchants and nobles recruited workers. But Roster territory’s situation was special.

Though it gathered the most workers and craftsmen on the entire continent, it was always in a situation of worker shortage.

There were way too many job positions, and workers often had more choices.

The guilds simply started taking on some different work, like observing each factory’s situation, their friendliness to workers, working hours, pay and benefits, and so on.

Gradually, factory managers also noticed this and would communicate with the guilds to try and solve problems.

When job positions outnumbered workers, managers who lacked workers were always very good at discovering their own problems and correcting them.

As time went on, the guilds actually gained an additional function—voluntarily helping workers protect their rights.

This also had many benefits for the guilds.

"No, the factory’s great, and the foreman treats me well too."

Jody quickly shook his head. "It’s because I saw this—the new grain that the Viscount’s company is growing in the Southern Territory has even higher yields than the legendary grain, and the agricultural magic-powered machinery from the neighboring agricultural machinery factory is also amazing."

As he spoke, Jody handed over the Magic Net in his hands.

These workers were mostly refugees, or people that the "distinguished folk" in the city considered rats in the sewers, bedbugs in the gutters. In the past, they’d craved grain more than anyone.

You could even say their lives weren’t as good as serfs.

At least serfs were their slave owners’ property and wouldn’t really be starved to death or beaten to death. But them? They really could die at any moment.

When they saw that there could be so much grain in this world, that this world could produce so much grain, they simply couldn’t control their emotions.

Suddenly.

In a corner of the cafeteria, someone burst into loud sobs.

Last year during the Frigid Moon, most of his family had starved and frozen to death. Only he survived alone.

Nobody knew how he’d survived.

But everyone could see that when he learned grain in this world could be so high-yielding, that in the future they probably wouldn’t need to worry about grain anymore, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Emotions are contagious.

What’s more, most people were already affected by this Golden Spike Grain thing anyway.

Soon, wave after wave of wailing cries filled the cafeteria.

This scene obviously didn’t just exist in this one place.

It was everywhere.

Every workshop, every factory, every territory that had already started magic-tech industrialization—countless people’s cries were captured by reporters from the World Economic News Agency.

Soon, this information also appeared on the Magic Net.

The stocks that were already surging forward became even more fierce.

In a flash, the Southern Development Corporation’s stock price and market value had already exceeded that of Roster Territory Group Company.

When the merchants and nobles saw so many people crying over food, they instinctively felt that the Southern Development Corporation, with so much land, would definitely profit hugely in the future.

Little did they know, at this time, Viscount Roster had already started taking action.

Countless shares of Southern Development Corporation stock were constantly being sold at increasing prices.

The crazy market and the calm Viscount Roster started rhythmically driving up the stock price.

The impact of the huge grain yield, according to Viscount Roster’s estimate, would probably peak within two to three days. That would be when the Southern Development Corporation’s stock price was highest—he wanted to sell off most of the Southern Development Corporation’s circulating shares in his hands at that time.

Then people would discover that grain prices in markets everywhere were starting to crash.

Countless nobles, seeing this scene, would start frantically selling their own family’s surplus grain.

Grain prices would drop again and again.

Across the entire continent, on all lands owned by humans, this scene would appear, because they’d all wonder—where would the Southern Development Corporation send all this grain?!

What would happen if it came here?

More and more grain would appear on the market, and grain prices in the market would crash.

Naturally, the Southern Development Corporation’s expected profits would also crash.

After all, grain prices were crashing, grain was everywhere on the market. The expectations would be completely opposite to these two days’ expectations, so naturally the stock price would also crash.

That would be when Viscount Roster bought back the stock.

Sell at high prices now, buy back after a while—one cycle, and Viscount Roster estimated he could profit 10 million dragon gold coins.

Maybe he’d even earn back the money for building the ultra-high-speed rail transit!

"Knight Roster, this scene here is truly breathtaking!"

The convoy leader appeared at Viscount Roster’s side again at some point, bringing the livestream camera with him. "Right now many people in the livestream have lots of questions. Could you answer some for them?"

"What kind of questions? If it’s something I know, I’ll definitely tell you everything."

Viscount Roster instantly snapped back to attention and said with a smile.

Everyone thought his smile was just because of the sudden great harvest. Not a single person thought there was anything unusual about it.