10th June 1574
With the new idea popping up in my head, I swung all the papers occupying most of the space on my desk directly to the floor, before picking up a clean sheet of paper and wetting my quill in the small bottle of the imported ink.
Even though I was quite happy with using charcoal and wooden boards to write whenever I was projecting something, as my influence and power grew I was forced to eradicate this convenient but not so classy habit of mine. With how I was now basically a dean of the world's first economy academy, even if its name sounded more like a theatre than a university, Matsu forced me to waste several red goldens on a hefty package of ink and hardened quills.
Line after line, I moved my writing tool on the paper, creating the most devious scheme that this world would ever see. The scheme that ultimately caused the grief and death of more people than any other man's invention did in the entire history.
Paper money.
