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Ankakiria means "gold" in the local language. The city of Ankakiria - the city of gold, the city of gold.
Almost everyone loves gold, but the Ankakiria people’s love for gold is different. They do not love the wealth that gold refers to, but do not love the delicacies of mountains and seas, brocade clothes, elegant and comfortable life that can be exchanged for gold. , they love gold itself.
In the eyes of the Ankakirians, gold is divine, otherwise why among the thousands of substances, only it has become the representative of wealth and the currency of the world. Besides, it shines like the sun, has a heavy weight, is beautiful, clear, certain, and true. Gold must be the material chosen by God, or in other words, gold is God Himself.
Since the purpose of life is to maximize the acquisition of gold, Ankakiria people have developed a good business sense, they often leave their hometowns, and work tirelessly to run business. They can be found in the most prosperous cities and in the most remote corners of the mainland. They know the prices of all kinds of goods in every season, every region, and they are good at seizing all kinds of trivial opportunities to make a fortune. Other cities have long been accustomed to the trade deficit with Ankakiria. "They are born to make money," everyone said, and some cities even wrote this sentence into geography textbooks.
However, there is a problem: gold is always easy to come in and easy to go out for the Ankakirians. The phenomenon of "bad money drives out good money" is most vividly reflected here. They lock the good-quality gold firmly in the warehouse, or make it into furniture and utensils, and only willing to put the gold with poor color and dull luster into circulation - investment, Or buy the necessities of life. Outsiders are always amazed at the unique luxury and miserliness of the Ankakirians, the golden plates and golden bowls are filled with crude food.
Ankakiria means "gold" in the local language. The city of Ankakiria - the city of gold, the city of gold.
Almost everyone loves gold, but the Ankakiria people’s love for gold is different. They do not love the wealth that gold refers to, but do not love the delicacies of mountains and seas, brocade clothes, elegant and comfortable life that can be exchanged for gold. , they love gold itself.
In the eyes of the Ankakirians, gold is divine, otherwise why among the thousands of substances, only it has become the representative of wealth and the currency of the world. Besides, it shines like the sun, has a heavy weight, is beautiful, clear, certain, and true. Gold must be the material chosen by God, or in other words, gold is God Himself.
Since the purpose of life is to maximize the acquisition of gold, Ankakiria people have developed a good business sense, they often leave their hometowns, and work tirelessly to run business. They can be found in the most prosperous cities and in the most remote corners of the mainland. They know the prices of all kinds of goods in every season, every region, and they are good at seizing all kinds of trivial opportunities to make a fortune. Other cities have long been accustomed to the trade deficit with Ankakiria. "They are born to make money," everyone said, and some cities even wrote this sentence into geography textbooks.
However, there is a problem: gold is always easy to come in and easy to go out for the Ankakirians. The phenomenon of "bad money drives out good money" is most vividly reflected here. They lock the good-quality gold firmly in the warehouse, or make it into furniture and utensils, and only willing to put the gold with poor color and dull luster into circulation - investment, Or buy the necessities of life. Outsiders are always amazed at the unique luxury and miserliness of the Ankakirians, the golden plates and golden bowls are filled with crude food.
Later, after the improvement of smelting technology, no matter what kind of gold they are reluctant to give up, they can be refined into almost pure gold nuggets anyway. Abnormally deflationary and cash-flowing, the business empire almost collapsed amid the people's mania for gold. At this time, Ankakiria banknotes were born.
The Ankakirians insisted on selling the slips to foreigners, and despite their fine print, waterproof and moth-proof, and twenty-three high-tech anti-counterfeiting prints, it was hard to believe. It's not that people don't accept paper money, it's that they don't accept banknotes from other cities, who knows when they'll cheat, or print insidiously, making their money worthless overnight.
The city of Ankakiria promises that paper money will always maintain the same exchange rate as gold, and that anyone can exchange paper money for gold at any time at Ankakiria banks across the continent. Despite their reputation for honesty and trustworthiness, this official promise did not have the desired effect. On the contrary, due to the temporary outflow of bank gold, the management group suffered from anxiety and fell ill.
The newly inaugurated government stopped promoting monetary policy, and suddenly launched a large-scale construction project, demolishing all the buildings in the city center, and building layers of reinforced concrete platforms on this flat ground of several hundred meters square. On the top floor, a huge square-shaped glass building was built. The whole body was transparent, with no doors and no windows. After it was built, it was covered with a thick felt cover. People were talking about it, wondering if it was a theater or some kind of weird art gallery. On the day the hood was lifted, the reporters who arrived early could not believe the scene in front of them:
Inside the glass building is a matrix of gold bars.
Without seeing it with my own eyes, I don’t know that humans have mined so much gold.
Looking up at this golden matrix that reflects the rising sun, everyone resonates more or less with the Ankakirians: gold is divine.
In this matrix, each gold bar has a unique number, and banknotes with the same number can be exchanged for this gold. Tourists from any place can visit at will, see the gold corresponding to the Ankakiriya coins they hold through the glass, or exchange it, touch it with their own hands, and feel it is slightly hot from the sun. temperature.
This is the day of victory for Ankakiria.
No one really wants to take their gold out of the matrix, everyone wants their wealth to belong to this spectacular collective. The matrix faces the sky and grows taller year after year.
The city of Ankakiria, the place of death of gold, the promised land of mankind.
Later, after the improvement of smelting technology, no matter what kind of gold they are reluctant to give up, they can be refined into almost pure gold nuggets anyway. Abnormally deflationary and cash-flowing, the business empire almost collapsed amid the people's mania for gold. At this time, Ankakiria banknotes were born.
The Ankakirians insisted on selling the slips to foreigners, and despite their fine print, waterproof and moth-proof, and twenty-three high-tech anti-counterfeiting prints, it was hard to believe. It's not that people don't accept paper money, it's that they don't accept banknotes from other cities, who knows when they'll cheat, or print insidiously, making their money worthless overnight.
The city of Ankakiria promises that paper money will always maintain the same exchange rate as gold, and that anyone can exchange paper money for gold at any time at Ankakiria banks across the continent. Despite their reputation for honesty and trustworthiness, this official promise did not have the desired effect. On the contrary, due to the temporary outflow of bank gold, the management group suffered from anxiety and fell ill.
The newly inaugurated government stopped promoting monetary policy, and suddenly launched a large-scale construction project, demolishing all the buildings in the city center, and building layers of reinforced concrete platforms on this flat ground of several hundred meters square. On the top floor, a huge square-shaped glass building was built. The whole body was transparent, with no doors and no windows. After it was built, it was covered with a thick felt cover. People were talking about it, wondering if it was a theater or some kind of weird art gallery. On the day the hood was lifted, the reporters who arrived early could not believe the scene in front of them:
Inside the glass building is a matrix of gold bars.
Without seeing it with my own eyes, I don’t know that humans have mined so much gold.
Looking up at this golden matrix that reflects the rising sun, everyone resonates more or less with the Ankakirians: gold is divine.
In this matrix, each gold bar has a unique number, and banknotes with the same number can be exchanged for this gold. Tourists from any place can visit at will, see the gold corresponding to the Ankakiriya coins they hold through the glass, or exchange it, touch it with their own hands, and feel it is slightly hot from the sun. temperature.
This is the day of victory for Ankakiria.
No one really wants to take their gold out of the matrix, everyone wants their wealth to belong to this spectacular collective. The matrix faces the sky and grows taller year after year.
The city of Ankakiria, the place of death of gold, the promised land of mankind.
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