How do you determine whether a person is one of your own?
It was a complicated and simple question. It was complicated because human beings were creatures full of contradictions and deceit. People would express hypocritical attitudes against their true thoughts, and people would use all kinds of disguises to hide their true selves.
In this environment full of deceit, no one could tell whether a person was "one of their own" or not.
But it was also a very simple question. It was so simple that as early as the early development of civilization, a way to prove one's loyalty to a group was found.
How do you prove it?
When you want to join a group of bad guys and want to prove that you are a bad guy, you just have to do something bad and kill an innocent person.
When you want to join a group of good guys and want to prove that you are not a bad guy, the simplest way is to kill a bad guy and destroy a bad guy's team.
Mishekhaye asked the chief of police to suddenly come forward and apologize because he wanted to find out Lynch's position.
Sometimes, Mishekhaye, the leaders of the upper class in Nagalee were confused. They were confused by a group of foreign moral exemplars who used their own way of measuring morality to criticize everything in Nagalee.
Some investors would even do the same in local factories as they did in foreign countries. Benefits, treatment, rest days, they even proposed to give the workers human rights!
In fact, strictly speaking, it was the investors' own action to improve the welfare of the workers. It was their own private matter. If they wanted to give the workers a better environment, that was their own business.
However, these people would become a bad example. Those who worked in their factories and enjoyed these things would naturally spread the word about what they enjoyed. This was very dangerous, because it was not only people's pride and jealousy that would spread, but also their thoughts!
If the local enterprises followed suit and increased various benefits and even the rights of the workers, it meant that their profits would shrink and their expenses would increase.
More than 70% of the factories in Nagalee were in the hands of 3% of the country's people. A welfare reform in the factories would directly hurt them, not to mention the issue of human rights. It would only create a clash of ideas and lead to a more terrible political movement.
So from the beginning, the local rulers had firmly remembered one thing: do not let dirty foreign ideas pollute the pure hearts of the locals.
Even the priests in the temples stood on the side of the rulers on this issue. They described the mainstream foreign ideas as a lie and a virus to destroy the glory of Nagalee, making the people spontaneously refuse to understand the outside world.
Under the blockade of both sides, the people of Najaril still believed in the foolish words that they could take revenge as long as they cursed. They believed that they would become the rulers in the next reincarnation. They believed that resistance would only lead to destruction!
There were many such stupid words, too many to count.
The only comfort was that people really believed it.
Lynch expressed his position, which made Mishekhaye very relieved. At least the investor would not be so stupid as to sympathize with the untouchables and talk about welfare and human rights, so that it would not have an impact on the ruling class of Nagalee.
The convoy soon arrived at a modern hotel, in a relaxed atmosphere.
The moment he walked into the hotel, a civilized society waved at him, and the barbaric society behind him left unwillingly.
If one did not consider the things on the streets outside, this hotel alone would not have been able to tell that it stood in a backward and ignorant area.
The decoration style of the modern hotel made people feel like they had traveled through space, as if they had suddenly returned to a civilized society.
With the help of a fashionably dressed waiter, Lynch and his party stayed in the suite on the top floor of the hotel. The entire floor was his room.
The bodyguards began to assemble various firearms. Their firearms were disassembled into parts and brought in under the name of "exploration equipment".
"Boss …"
Lynch took a shower, changed into a new set of clothes, and entered the living room. Asil took the initiative to stand up.
He raised his hand and gestured for Asil to sit down, then walked to the sofa and sat down. "Tell me, what did you find?"
Asil took out a few documents from his briefcase and then handed them to Lynch. "During this period of time, I have done some local research, and I found a situation that I can't explain."
Lynch flipped through the documents and nodded noncommittally. "Go on …"
Asil sorted out his thoughts, then began to talk about some of the things he had figured out.
In this city, and even in the entire Najaril, the social and economic situation presented a very special, very primitive situation, completely different from some mainstream countries.
When Asil lived here before, he did not notice this, but this time when he came back, he stood on a higher level, and he discovered these problems.
"The entire bottom of the society operates in a way that I can't understand, self-sufficient, and it is difficult for the people at the bottom to earn money. Most of their transactions are barter, which makes it difficult for industrialized products to enter the homes of ordinary people …"
Because of poverty and because of backwardness, many people in Najaril did not have the opportunity to work. Asil had fully understood this during this period of time.
At first, he thought that his brother and father were cruel capitalists, but later he realized that even if exposure to chemicals all day would cause skin ulcers, body deformities, and even accidental deaths, people were still willing to take this job because they could get "money."
Money was born to set a standard to measure value, but unfortunately, the bottom of Najaril's society did not even have the qualifications to participate in this standard.
It sounded funny, but it was actually terrible because "money" limited the development and progress of many families, and it also widened the gap between classes.
If someone studied more seriously, they would find that "money" was always circulating in the upper and middle classes of society, and there was no bottom class society here.
Money may not be omnipotent, but without money, one could not do anything, such as education, medical services ….
Skipping this slightly heavy topic, in fact, in the international community, people thought that Najaril was not completely useless.
At least, Najaril had a population of almost 220 million, which was regarded as a huge market by many institutions. People always said that once this market matured, it would lead the world's mainstream consumer concept.
But the problem was, it may never mature because people had no money.
No money was not to describe people's poverty, but to state the fact that people really did not have "money."
"In addition to these, people's consumer concept is also very different from the Federation …." When Asil talked about the Federation, he was more natural and emotional than when he talked about Najaril.
He was full of nostalgia for that civilized society, and if he could, he wanted to go back, not here.
Lynch waved his hand and stopped him. "I will continue to learn about this. Tell me about people's wage requirements, I am more concerned about this."
Asil's lips moved, and his expression was a little sad or some other natural expression. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. "One dollar a day, Saul of the Federation can make people here work for at least twelve hours."
"As for benefits and treatment, they don't have any requirements. If you can prepare a cheap lunch for them, they will work harder!"
When Lynch heard this, the smile on his face became more obvious. "Look, this place is not like what you told me before. There is nothing valuable here."
"In the Federation, a worker has to take at least 220 yuan a month from the factory owner. On average, it's about seven yuan a day. Furthermore, we have to provide them with food that costs about two yuan a day, as well as all sorts of insurance and benefits."
"The cost of feeding a Federation worker can feed at least ten workers here. This is value, Asil, you have to learn to find value, and then exploit it!"
"We can set up some factories here that have a low threshold and low cost, but rely heavily on labor …" Lin Qi thought for a while and added, "Some chemical factories can also be moved here. Also, our original plan, crude processing."
"There are rich resources here. We can find some and package them. I believe the rich people will like them. Of course, there is also the most important thing!"
Lynch smiled and did not mention the most important thing. He still needed to confirm with the local rulers about the trading of human goods.
In fact, he did not think that this was a problem. For the ruling class that had solidified and begun to rot, they would want to obtain more wealth to satisfy their personal enjoyment and squandering without affecting their power.
Nagalil was not an economically developed country. They had nothing to offer, which meant that they had a huge deficit in international trade.
They had to rely on their "partners" to sell some local products to them at a low price in exchange for foreign exchange, which was then used for consumption.
If they were told that the people they usually looked down on could be sold at a high price and directly generate foreign exchange benefits, would they refuse righteously?
Or would they accept it calmly?
This required further investigation. Of course, Lynch would not be so direct. The export of labor had nothing to do with human trafficking. He was just organizing people to work abroad.
This not only reduced the social burden of Nagalil, but also provided a way out for the people of Nagalil. It opened up a new source of wealth for the ruling class.
While they were talking, the phone on the table rang. Asil took the initiative to pick up the phone. A few seconds later, he held the phone and looked at Lynch. "Boss, the people from the temple are here. Do you want to meet them?"
Just like living in the Federation could not avoid the tax system of the Federation, in Nagalil, everyone could not avoid religion.
A few minutes later, two priests in very special clothes came to the top floor and brought the blessings of God and the high priest …