A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 244 The Tide

No wonder, no wonder the old man was in such a hurry.

"I was planning to tell you to exchange money, but I didn't expect..."

"Exchange money? Do you think that's possible?"

Jiang Shuzhou pursed his lips.

Only a fool would believe such nonsense.

It might seem like it's possible to exchange for it on paper, but what about in reality?

Endless queues and currency shortages could render at least half of the currency worthless.

However, it seems that these white devils still think they can suppress the counterattack of Lower City. Unfortunately, Lower City is no longer the Lower City of the past.

"Come down to the city in a week."

Jiang Shuzhou said.

Putting everything else aside, he at least had to guarantee the safety of the Vander family; that was a promise.

Jiang Shuzhou then signaled to Van der that he could leave.

Immediately afterward, Jiang Shuzhou fell into thought.

He always felt like he had forgotten something. What had he forgotten?

Oh right, I think I have teammates besides Jayce, right?

Where are my teammates? Where are my lovely students?

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"Chris! What's wrong with you? Your grades have dropped again!"

Ye Chen looked utterly hopeless. He had transmigrated to a school, and now it was no different from being in the Mage Alliance. The key was that he didn't dare to log off, since the time flow rate was more than 1 to 300. Even a few minutes wasted outside would be disastrous.

This body will starve to death.

"Teacher, I just..."

"There's nothing to say! A drop in grades is a drop in grades. How can you possibly pass the exams and successfully master the Heavenly Army if you continue like this?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen could only smile helplessly.

He had been bullied by Jiang Shuzhou and Jess a lot in the Mage Alliance, and only when he finally stood on the same starting line and had a chance to perform did he still get scolded.

Fortunately, those two teachers probably didn't transmigrate into the bodies of people in the upper city; they'll likely have to struggle and fight their way down to the lower city.

He still has plenty of time. First, he can take down the so-called Heavenly Kingdom's armed forces, then cultivate himself step by step to become the strongest, and finally build a beacon. Isn't that simple?

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Downtown, a certain street.

With a soft thud, a sharp blade pierced a man's throat, and he was killed.

Katniss coldly sheathed her sword.

Then she saw the flyers on the ground next to her.

Those were leaflets from the Grey Party.

"This must be Professor Navis's doing, right?"

Looking at the outrageous story on the flyer, her intuition told her that this must be Jiang Shuzhou's doing.

The professor's understanding of human nature and his love of fun left a very deep impression on Katniss.

She decided to join the Grey Party, knowing she would find out once she met the Pioneers.

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Today is just another ordinary day.

But today is destined to be extraordinary.

"protest!"

"I'll f*** your mother!"

"Why won't you let me in!"

"Gone, all gone! That was my life savings, no!!"

"I got it! I got it!"

"You got it? Here you go!"

"Stop grabbing it! How could you do this!"

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness; grief, separation, and reunion.

Today marks the official start of the currency exchange policy.

It was also a countdown to the deaths of the Upper Town residents.

The long-term oppression had indeed caused the people of the lower town to accumulate a lot of anger, but it was not enough.

Although Jiang Shuzhou could stir up this anger through a speech, it was too inefficient.

Therefore, he needed an event, and that event was the demonetization policy.

On the surface, the abolition of currency was indeed a good thing that benefited the country and its people.

First, the money in people's hands will be exchanged for new money at the same value, and the government will intervene in prices through coercive means to prevent prices from rising further.

In this way, the amount of money people have remains basically unchanged, and in fact, because prices have stopped rising, it has preserved its value much better than before.

However, the actual implementation is completely different.

The weaker the administrative capacity, the less effective the demonetization order will be.

In the Upper Town, the demonetization order had virtually no negative effects, since everyone could exchange their money for banknotes.

But in the lower town, the situation is completely different.

There's only one bank in the lower city, and gray blood isn't allowed in, which means that gray blood can only be exchanged by normal red blood people.

But is it possible for a single bank to serve the entire city's population and exchange currency?

Moreover, the timeframe is only a short week.

One week later, the old currency will be completely obsolete, and the new Burmer currency will take its place.

Look at the people in line, look at this chaotic situation.

Jiang Shuzhou didn't think he could get much in return here.

"Alright, alright, I'm out of money. I'll come back tomorrow!"

Sure enough, the bank ran out of money in no time.

The guards around the area then took charge and began to disperse the crowd.

Perhaps it was the first day, and people didn't complain much, thinking that they would be able to switch in a few days, clinging to a sense of wishful thinking.

After being urged by the guards, the crowd dispersed.

Jiang Shuzhou left.

He had already prepared more secret medicines, in preparation for the riots that were about to break out.

Of course, it's impossible for Jiang Shuzhou's stuff to be made without any additives.

These secret medicines all have backdoors.

The next day, he only managed to exchange half of his money before running out of cash again.

This time, they only dispersed after being driven away several times.

On the third day, I ran out of money in just one morning.

On the fourth day, they ran out of money in just two hours.

No one wanted to leave for a long time.

The bank was closed on the fifth day.

On the sixth day, the bank claimed to have prepared enough stock, but unfortunately, it still couldn't last a full day.

Riots broke out among the crowd, with everyone attacking each other in their eagerness to get the money first.

On the seventh day, the bank claimed to have prepared enough cash, but still couldn't redeem all the money for everyone.

This time, the crowd lingered, reluctant to disperse.

Despair, fear, and anger engulfed everyone.

"It was them! They stole our money!"

The riots began.

Gunshots, shouts of killing, pleas for mercy—countless sounds mingled together.

"Bang bang bang!"

The army intervened, and a large number of soldiers opened fire on the rioting crowd.

Countless people died.

The riot was quickly suppressed, as if the uptown residents had come prepared.

But this is not the end, nor even the beginning of the end; it is merely the end of the beginning.

That night, at some unknown time, a large number of loudspeakers were set up in the lower district.

Jiang Shuzhou's speech began.

"Gentlemen, I have something to say!"

When Jiang Shuzhou's voice rang out, his words echoed throughout the entire lower city like the whispers of a demon.

People suddenly realized that they had been living in a scam all along.

They are not lowly gray-blooded warriors, but noble warriors.

The people who caused their miserable lives were those leukemia-ridden lords.

In any case, they convinced themselves.

They have nothing, so why not take a gamble?

Why don't they dare to resist?

The Grey Party's stronghold was overflowing with people, all shouting that they wanted to join.

This place is where almost all the Greybloods gather.

Jiang Shuzhou stood on the clock tower in the lower city, looking down at the massive crowds on the street, at the people who had turned into gray beasts, and at their fanatical shouts and words of revenge.

"The situation has really taken a sharp turn for the worse, hasn't it?"