God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 406: Planned Crash

The Southern Development Corporation has 20 million acres of land?!

Using druid potions, average yield of 2,050 pounds per acre?!

Each acre can produce 1,780 pounds of flour on average?!

The entire Southern Development Corporation produced 35.6 billion pounds of flour?!

This was way more than enough to feed 70 million people for a year!

Eighty million, ninety million, even a hundred million people—that could work too.

Insane!

This was truly insane!

How many people were there on the entire continent?

Nobody knew, but they could feel it from their surroundings.

An ordinary viscounty would have trouble finding even a thousand people.

A city with tens of thousands of people was already considered decent-sized.

A hundred million people—what a huge number that was!

Didn’t that mean the grain produced by the Southern Development Corporation was enough to feed everyone?

Everyone was shocked by Viscount Roster’s words.

They really hadn’t expected the Southern Development Corporation to be like this.

After a brief silence, the livestream completely exploded.

"???"

"There’s really that much?"

"You’ve got to be kidding, right? This is way too ridiculous!"

"Tens of billions of pounds of grain—I feel like if you gave it to me, my children and grandchildren couldn’t finish it."

"I don’t believe it! How could just one company produce this much grain?"

"This is just too exaggerated. If I hadn’t seen with my own eyes that most of the Dawn Southern Territory has this super high-yield grain, I’d really have trouble believing it."

"One duchy can feed the entire continent. So what would happen if everywhere planted this grain?"

"Oh my god, I feel like I’m seeing the divine realm!"

"The divine realm in my imagination is just like this—so much food, nobody in this world will ever starve to death again!"

"Will the Southern Development Corporation sell grain to our area? How long until they sell here? I want to buy! I want to buy a lot!"

The entire livestream completely exploded.

When people snapped out of their shock, everyone’s expressions were extremely complex.

People without land or grain seemed to see endless grain. No matter how many people there were, they couldn’t possibly finish all this grain.

People with land seemed to see their land also full of this grain.

The big landlords had panic written all over their faces.

How did big landlords and big estate owners become landlords and estate owners?

How did the land they controlled grow?

Without a doubt, by harvesting ordinary people.

In regular years, they’d normally sell their grain production for a small profit, then rent out some land and earn double, while also stockpiling large amounts of grain.

When disaster years came and grain production plummeted, when the ordinary farmers around them were about to starve to death, they’d start selling grain.

Land originally worth several gold coins might only need a few dozen pounds of grain to exchange for at that time.

Anyway, what was in front of those people was: give their land to these big estate owners and get ten-some days of food in return. Otherwise, starve to death directly, and the land would still be taken by the big estate owners anyway.

But now?

Just one Southern Development Corporation could produce this much grain. Their whole routine probably couldn’t work anymore.

Unless they could block the Southern Development Corporation’s grain from their territories, and also monitor everyone in their territories so they could never leave.

But there was an even bigger problem here—most of their territories survived by selling grain externally.

They could feed everyone within their territory, but that was limited. What about after that?

And soon they noticed an even more terrifying problem.

Namely—what about prices?

When massive amounts of grain, more than everyone combined could eat, suddenly appeared on the market, what would happen?

If everyone combined couldn’t finish eating it, you definitely couldn’t price it high.

There was already so much—if you priced it high, you wouldn’t be able to sell it all.

But what if you priced it low?

Everyone would buy this type of grain.

They’d either not be able to sell theirs, or follow along and lower prices, or even...

They’d lose everything!

Viscount Roster’s words directly plunged many people into endless silence. They couldn’t say another word.

Probably the Southern Development Corporation’s grain prices couldn’t reach expectations either.

Even with such huge yields, with prices dropping, they couldn’t reach those investors’ expectations. Right then, many people surged into the stock trading market.

Unfortunately, the market was already closed now.

If they wanted to trade, they could only wait until tomorrow.

After introducing everything, Viscount Roster stopped paying attention to the livestream. He just had the convoy leader wander around when he had time, check out the warehouses and such.

But on the Magic Net, discussions about Viscount Roster’s words kept growing.

Quite a few people finally realized things seemed a little bit different from what they’d imagined.

As time passed, discussions on the Magic Net got louder and louder.

Many people simply started arguing directly.

Magic Net users had become somewhat diverse.

With the Magic Net heading straight toward 20 million users, the users obviously couldn’t all be nobles or landowners. Some ordinary people or people who’d been persecuted by these landowners immediately started cursing at these nobles.

One side thought the other side were bloodsuckers who deserved to be sanctioned.

The other side thought these people were lowlifes who didn’t even deserve names, yet dared to talk back in front of them.

Arguments meant buzz.

More and more people were discussing it.

It seemed like everyone’s attention was on this matter.

In a flash, it was 9 AM the next day.

The stock market opened.

The instant it opened, countless people surged in, and countless Magic Net users also opened the stock trading market on the Magic Net.

1 gold coin.

0.9 gold coins.

0.7 gold coins.

0.5 gold coins.

...

The instant the market opened, the Southern Development Corporation’s stock reached its historical peak, directly breaking through 1 gold coin per share. The 100 million shares circulating on the market instantly brought the Southern Development Corporation’s market value to an unmatched number.

But soon, the market changed.

Just a few minutes later, it started crashing.

In an instant it was 0.7 gold coins per share.

But even so, nobody was willing to buy. Helplessly, people started continuing to lower prices.

The day before, the Southern Development Corporation had been brilliant with infinite potential, but at this moment, people avoided it like a plague.

The daily surge had already been terrifying enough, but this crash was even more terrifying than the previous days.

People’s psychology was completely different before and after getting on the table.

Seeing the Southern Development Corporation’s stock price had already crashed to 0.4 gold coins per share, Viscount Roster’s expression became delighted.

Things were going much more smoothly than he’d imagined.

Just when the stock price became 0.38 gold coins, Viscount Roster’s people swiftly went into action.