The son of Patriarch Emerson, as heir to this massive fortune, ultimately wasn't stupid.
After hearing Patriarch Emerson's words, he became somewhat dazed.
After a long while, he finally said slowly, "So you're saying grain prices will crash next year? They might even hit rock bottom, and we might not even break even? This year's prices might crash too—the Southern Development Corporation that Roster manages has quite a bit of land."
"It's already set in stone."
Patriarch Emerson sighed. "While the Southern Development Corporation's grain hasn't started flooding the market yet, let's hurry up and sell off our family's grain reserves. We'll just keep enough for ourselves to eat."
"As for next year... we're switching to cotton."
"No, we can't plant all cotton. How about this—next year we'll plant regular wheat on 2 million acres, Golden Spike Grain on 1 million acres, and cotton on all the remaining land."
