"What benefits do you want?"
This question … actually happened all of a sudden. It was his instinct to ask for benefits; it had nothing to do with any strategy. Instead, it was Mr. Truman's rhetorical question that made Lynch unable to consider what benefits he should ask for.
Ask for money?
Not to mention whether the Congress would agree to give some money to Lynch as some kind of compensation, how much to give was a problem.
If it was too little, everything would seem like child's play. It was better not to ask for it.
If it was too much, the President might not agree. He might even think that Lynch was a narrow-minded and greedy person.
Therefore, he could not ask for money.
Ask for land?
This seemed like a good idea, but in fact, it was also the most worthless.
The Federation's land was privately owned. In other words, the Federation government could only give private land that did not belong to anyone, such as the land in the city center. It was impossible for anyone to sell it.
What they could give Lynch was the land that wasn't worth much, the land outside the city.
Not only was the land worthless, but they also had to take on different jobs and pay property taxes. It was hard to say whether it was a gain or a loss.
Only valuable land was land. Worthless land was just trash!
Tax exemption?
This might be a very practical benefit, but the Federation government could not approve too much.
If the tax exemption was too high, some people would have opinions. If someone reported it to the media, public opinion would be stirred up, and soon a story of collusion between power and influence would appear.
Many people would be unlucky because of this, including Lynch and Mr. Trumann. So what was the best thing to ask for?
Lynch used his two lifetimes' experience to give an answer after thinking for half a minute.
"I want a license, an insurance license."
Mr. Trumann did not hesitate for too long. "I will talk to the President about this. If there are no accidents, there should be no problems."
In fact, opening an insurance company in the Federation did not require a license. An insurance company was actually no different from other private companies. They only needed to register with the Social Services Bureau.
However, this involved the issue of capital supervision. In layman's terms, unlicensed insurance companies were like wild chickens standing on the roadside.
You don't know what she looks like, and you don't know what kind of service you'll get after spending 20 yuan. Maybe the whole experience will be terrible.
But with a license, it meant that the company was under the supervision of the Federation's Financial Management Committee. It was guaranteed, and it was probably equivalent to a high-class recruitment in a high-end place.
You can even view her daily life and bare-faced photos through the album, as well as details such as health reports before you call her.
Moreover, if there were any problems during the recruitment process, it would be relatively safe.
Of course, this was only relative.
Every two years, the Federation would rank the licensed insurance companies regardless of their ranking. It sounded a little awkward and contradictory, but it was not important.
That was because it really wasn't important. For example, there were all sorts of ways to get good reviews from customers.
As long as the money was in place and the relationships were in place, even insurance companies that did not have many customers could be ranked at the top.
Lynch thought that in the next stage of work, loans and insurance business could be put together. No one stipulated that insurance companies could not review and approve private loans.
In addition, with the development and evolution of society, people's income would inevitably be higher and higher. At that time, more people would spend a little money to buy insurance.
This was a thriving market, and it was just right to enter now.
Of course, the premise here was the same as all the other premises. You had to have money.
"You know, Trumann, I am a noble person. It's nothing to sacrifice my personal honor for the interests of the country."
Lynch changed the topic and became a little shameless.
"What else do I need to prepare? I originally planned to experiment with some new things, but it seems that I can't participate."
Some mainstream countries began to research airplanes, including domestic factories, how to make airplanes take off and land successfully, fly further, carry more weight, and pose a greater threat to ground units.
Lynch had secretly asked the research institute to change the direction of research and development — how to shoot down other people's airplanes.
The frenzy of airplanes was bound to lead to a change in the entire military field. At this time, Lynch was one step ahead of others, so he had to expand his advantage.
He even secretly registered a patent called "Synchronous Coordinator". Maybe the lawyers in charge of the registration and the people in the patent office of the Social Service Bureau didn't know what this thing was and how much it was worth.
In addition, there were some other things that were also being researched or prepared for experiments. These were all secret weapons. If Gaffra or even other countries wanted to send military observers, then Lynch's things would continue to be hidden.
Mr. Trumann was also thinking about this problem. "I heard that you talked to them about this problem. I know that some people are also thinking about this."
"Well, I will help you to coordinate with the Ministry of National Defense. You can meet later and talk about what can and can't be taken out."
"I have to remind you that the Guevara People's airplanes are said to have taken off."
The leaking of classified airplanes was a pain for the Ministry of National Defense and the Security Council. Although every country had airplanes, the Federation was the first country to really use airplanes in the military field, and it was a relatively mature technology.
Just like submarines, this would change the pattern and way of war.
Just as the two were about to end the call, Mr. Trumann reminded him, "By the way, the funds needed for the plan to build an overseas military base have been fully provided. You can start preparing."
"You can talk to the people in the Ministry of National Defense about this. They will give you further information …"
When Lynch heard the news, he was a little surprised. It took more than half a year to approve it, mainly because the content was not so sensitive, or the level was not so high, but the cost was not low.
This also meant that he could hold meetings in the Eastern Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean. This was still good news. He had a closer connection with the military.
After hanging up the phone, Lynch called Neil. Fortunately, he had not returned to Najaril yet.
The main reason was that the weather was too hot. Najaril was located next to the equator and was now a furnace.
Not only was it hot there, but it was also very stuffy and humid. Neil would only return with his wives after the temperature had completely dropped at the end of the month.
Wives, what an enviable term. This was probably one of the pleasures of the rich.
With Lynch's call, Neil quickly ran over. He looked better than ever before, wearing a very fashionable outfit and looked younger.
"What's the hurry?"
As soon as he entered the house, he sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.
He had been thinking too much recently, so he smoked more than usual.
Lynch had given him a big problem. On one hand, he wanted to reluctantly refuse, but on the other hand, he was thinking about himself and his children.
Lynch also sat on the sofa. "How many employees does the company have now?"
Neil was stunned for a moment. "About twenty thousand."
This number was actually not a lot, but it was definitely not a small number either. Any company with twenty thousand employees was considered a giant in the Federation, but in Najaril …
A month's salary might not even be a million, a few hundred thousand would be enough.
Lynch nodded noncommittally. "Go back and continue to recruit. Try to recruit another twenty thousand people before the end of the year."
Neil looked a little surprised. He held the cigarette in his hand. "So many people?"
"Can I ask why? We don't need so many people now."
Lynch told him the reason nonchalantly. "It's because I have negotiated some projects with the Ministry of Defense. Soon, our construction sites will be spread across the deep Hong Kong islands in the two oceans."
Being able to start work meant being able to make money. Neil, who had been eroded by capital, looked excited. "How much money can we make after we finish this job?"
"A lot!"
Lynch did not give him a precise answer. He just repeated, "A lot!"
Neil clenched his fists. "I'll book a summons to go back immediately. If there are no other questions, I'll leave tomorrow or the day after."
Lynch did not object. Neil could not sit still anymore. After there was nothing else, he immediately left Lynch's place and returned to his home.
As soon as he entered the house, his three little wives welcomed him. They brought his shoes and helped him hang up his clothes. Someone even brought a basin, a face towel, and some ice water to wash away the heat in his heart.
This was a f * cking life!
Perhaps it was also because he was rich now, he began to become more like a husband and a brand new father than before.
His marriage with Sela was more about coping, coping, coping with the high degree of similarity every day. The despair of slowly decaying and wasting made him irritable.
So he would beat up Lynch, and sometimes even use emotional violence on Sela.
He never felt proud of being a husband and a father, as the books said. He only felt a deep sense of exhaustion and despair.
Violence and emotional violence were the only ways for him to vent these pressures.
But it was different now. He was rich, and the pressure of life had disappeared. He could face life easily and positively.
Just like now, he smiled and talked to his three little wives about what had happened before.
Instead of sitting at the shabby dining table and slamming the table hard to ask his wife why the damn dinner was not served yet.
Looking from the window, the family was happy and harmonious (happy, harmonious, happy, a perfect family)!