Sakuramoria

— Sorry, girls, — Claire, who suddenly approached the couple, presented the visitors with a menu, which this time contained only basic dishes that "require a minimum of resources in terms of gameplay." — It seems that most of my suppliers are now doing business with the restaurant that has opened in the former "Arsenal" location.

—What are you going to do, might as well declare a boycott... —the girl sighed. —We'll have the basic dish number 1 and coffee, please. (and Bell can have whatever she wants)

—...Well, why not fight as much as possible. —she replied to her friend. —You can hit foreigners with tariffs, develop antitrust legislation. You can stimulate local traders and suppliers. But all of this comes at the expense of taxes, of course. If you're lucky, you can wrap it all up in a nice political package: say it's all for national interests and small businesses, and screw the fat foreigners. But if you're not lucky, it'll be just as you said: crisis, corruption, and bureaucracy, businessmen buy your corrupt advisors and incite the people to revolution. The outcome isn't too cheerful.
Nira absentmindedly stirred her tea with a spoon.
—In general, it is possible to build a good working system within a single city. Even in such a way that the rest of the country doesn't even notice. You don't even need to grant the region a special status or rewrite the laws; fortunately, we have a monarchy, and the Royal Academy of great importance is nearby. Make everything "our way" and "for our own" in Alma, a kind of local paradise. But then another problem arises, of a moral and ethical nature. It will be unfair to everyone else. And the second problem is that we are just two first-year students, not finance ministers with connections at the top. —the girl smiled, taking a sip from her mug.