Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3221

The middle-aged shopkeeper's gaze was steady. Once he made a decision, he rarely changed it.

"But boss, if we exchange everything for Dornian Emeralds, it'll be difficult to exchange them back later," Jet protested, clearly confused. The fees alone could cost thousands.

"Who's the boss here, you or me? Now hurry up and get it done!" the shopkeeper snapped, his authority unquestionable. Jet had no choice but to gather all the shop's cash reserves and rush out to complete the exchange.

Meanwhile, the shifty-eyed man watched from a nearby corner as Jet hurried out of the shop, a smug smile spreading across his face. He and others like him had been sent by Garrett's old faction to stir up the market.

At the same time, similar scenes were playing out all across Montiria. In cities large and small, mysterious individuals were quietly exchanging Montirian Ducats for Dornian Emeralds in large sums.

Later that evening, in a local tavern, a burly man, already quite drunk, loudly addressed his companions. "Brothers… I'm telling you, the best thing to do right now… is to quickly exchange your Montirian Ducats for Dornian Emeralds…"

The men at his table looked at him, puzzled, assuming it was just the booze talking.

"Everyone, please forgive my friend. He's had too much to drink and is just rambling," one of the burly man's friends apologized to the others in the tavern, bowing slightly.

"Bullshit… I'm not talking nonsense! The Montirian Ducat is about to tank. If you don't believe me, check the exchange rate between the Ducat and the Emerald…" the burly man insisted.

Curiosity piqued, the patrons began pulling out their phones to check. Soon enough, someone gasped in surprise.

The man hung up the phone, clutching his life savings, but something gnawed at him as he walked. He recalled how Lex had called him a few days ago, advising him to spend more time outdoors, to admire the green grass and the leaves, and to eat more greens—he'd even mentioned the color of Dornian Emeralds. The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.

"No way…"

But when he checked his phone and saw the exchange rate had jumped to 1:3.9, he shoved aside his doubts and sprinted toward the bank.

By morning, news of the Montirian Ducat's impending crash had gone viral across Montiria. Panic gripped the nation. Overnight, the exchange rate between the Ducat and the Emerald had soared from 1:3.5 to 1:5, and it was still climbing, with the rate changing every hour. Citizens scrambled to the banks, desperate to convert their savings into Dornian Emeralds.

In Montiria's five-star hotel, a group of financial titans watched the skyrocketing exchange rate with smiles of satisfaction. If this trend continued, by the next afternoon, the exchange rate between Montirian Ducats and Dornian Emeralds could reach 10:1.