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Hark! As the sun rose high over the land of smiles, the mighty Energy Regulatory Commission (ERC) unveiled a decree that set the kingdom abuzz. For in the realm of watts and joules, the fuel tariff (FT) for the span of January to April was proclaimed at 4.68 baht per unit, marking a leap of 0.69 baht that sent ripples through the land.
But hush! Before the common folk could grumble and the mills and factories could groan, the noble Ministry of Energy emerged from the hallowed halls with tidings of relief. The 4.68 baht, they declared, was but a mere suggestion—a number whispered by the ERC.
“Fear not, dear denizens of this electric dominion,” proclaimed Pongpol Yodmuangcharoen, the ministry’s silver-tongued spokesperson. “For we shall wield our powers to tether the beast of burden and keep the power rate steadfast below the shield of 4.20 baht per unit. We shan’t allow the flicker of your lights or the turn of your gears to be laden with undue weight.”
The masters of the ministry devised clever stratagems to tame the beast—like knights delaying a dragon’s hoard, they would halt the repayment of debts owed by the mighty Electricity Generation Authority of Thailand (EGAT).
Pongpol, ever the sage, unveiled further scrolls of strategy. “Behold, for we labor over ancient tomes and scrolls, seeking ways to conjure a revision of yore—in the price structure of the very ether that fuels our lands, the natural gas that blazes beneath our boilers,” he said, his eyes gleaming with the vision of a brighter realm.
And so the ministry beckoned the tides of change, urging forth the swell of renewable energy to break upon the shores of their electricity plight, hoping to forge a long-term bulwark against the relentless surge in power costs.
Then, as the echoes of this bold decree still rang in the air, the Federation of Thai Industries (FTI), those wise councilors of commerce, spake their own prophecy. They foretold that the grand legislators, the esteemed policymakers, would cast the 4.68-baht rate into the abyss, for the tide of the new rate would not dare rise above the steadfast fortress of the current electricity price, standing vigilant at 3.99 baht per unit.
The power tariff—ah, that lifeblood of EGAT, that current keeping the wheels of liquidity turning—supported not only the lights of the land but also the very organization bearing the brunt of fuel prices, climbing as ever upwards like ivy upon an ancient wall.
The ERC, those revered seers of the electric current, would gather every four months beneath the waxing and waning of the moon, in January, May, and September, to divine the numbers that would chart the course of the kingdom’s energetic fate.
And so, friends and citizens of this electrified nation, take heart, for your guardians of the grid toil day and night to light your bedrooms, power your hearths, and keep the gears of industry turning without casting you into the dark depths of despair. The story of Thailand’s energy saga continues, illuminated by the ever-burning torch of progress and prosperity. Stay tuned, for the currents of change are always flowing.
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