There had always been rumors of gold and gemstone mines in Najalil, and many people believed that there were indeed these mineral deposits here, even if there was no official authoritative exploration report so far.
There were many reasons to prevent people from discovering and mining these mineral resources, the most important of which was the uncooperative attitude of the Najalil government, which made many people give up on the idea.
The development of mineral resources was not something that could be developed just by saying "I'm here". From the early large-scale exploration, to discovery, mining, transportation, local smelting, and finally international transportation through the port, almost every link required the cooperation of the local government.
The Najalil government's uncooperative attitude made many links impossible to complete, and at the same time, these links could not be bypassed by the local government, so in the end, the rumors were just rumors.
Listening to Lynch's somewhat provocative rhetorical question, Mr. Vaudric did not get angry. Instead, he felt that the young man was very bold and interesting. The most important thing was that Lynch had grasped the core of all the issues – benefits.
There were benefits, there were benefits, and Mr. Vaudric was a well-known example of the upper class.
There were no benefits, no benefits, and even losses, then Mr. Vaudric was a cold-blooded capitalist.
At this time, he smiled very gently, which meant that Lynch had moved him.
Gold mines, gold, were very important to a company and even a country, and he believed that gold mines were not the only thing in Najalil.
Lynch dared to propose this as a "bait", which meant that it was possible for him to achieve it. Mr. Vaudric knew this very well, otherwise, he would let Lynch and more people who deceived him understand why some believers always said that the Federation was the devil's lair.
Of course, understanding was one thing, but there were still questions that should be asked.
Mr. Vaudric took out a pale gold Kleve that was rarely seen on the market from the box on the table. This was a kind of pure color, and compared to the ordinary red, blue, yellow, green, and purple Kleve, this pale gold was very rare on the market.
It was like a slightly pocket-sized spindle, slightly thicker in the middle and slightly thinner at the two ends. It was bulging and looked like a layer of gold leaf, reflecting the gorgeous luster of gold.
The price of such a Golden Festival edition of Pure Color was more than 500 yuan, and it was not available for purchase or order through ordinary channels. The production of the production area was limited every year, and only the investors of the production area could enjoy it according to the equity.
Mr. Vaudric was undoubtedly one of the investors. Lynch looked at the Kalef and thought of the topic they were talking about, gold.
"It suits the occasion!"
Lynch skillfully took the knife and blowtorch that Vaudric handed to him. Soon, he took a deep breath. He was surprised to feel the mellow and creamy sweetness in his mouth, as well as an even more intense impact.
He didn't dare to breathe it in. This kind of pure color didn't provide a basis for absorption. Only the white spiral patterns of the other colors could be absorbed.
The strong texture was a very surprising and pleasant experience in the mouth, but if he breathed it in, it would be a disaster.
He slowly exhaled and couldn't help but nod. "It's a very special enjoyment. There's a milky fragrance. I've always thought that the milky fragrance and these things …" He raised the Kalef in his hand. "There's nothing in common, but it doesn't seem to be the case."
Mr. Vaudric was very satisfied with Lynch's comments. He gave a brief introduction. These Kalef shreds were personally picked and carefully processed by a 16-year-old girl. There was a special process involved. They used the first natural secretion of a certain mammal to wash and soak the shreds of tobacco three times, allowing the milky fragrance to blend in. They didn't add any chemical essence that smelled like milk.
This was not cow's milk or goat's milk. Some people couldn't get used to it, but anyone could get used to it.
This also explained why the production of Kalef was so low. It was difficult to produce it on a large scale.
The milky fragrance could be very obvious, but it wouldn't cover the original taste. In addition, the taste and fragrance would be released layer by layer. The price of 500 yuan per stick was actually not that high.
Sometimes, Kalef was not just a luxury used for pleasure and enjoyment. For some people, it was a symbol of status.
"What are you going to do?"
Mr. Vaudric also lit a stick. He had a box, so he didn't care whether he would smoke it slowly or only smoke it once.
He also gave some explanations to his own question. "We know and don't know what you're talking about, but if I want to convince others, you have to give me something reliable. Do you understand?"
Lynch nodded in agreement. Although Mr. Vaudric was the director of a large consortium and a capitalist who could influence national policy, he also had to convince others to believe what he said.
The higher one's social class was, the more difficult it was to convince others.
Convincing those young people who had just entered society might not require anything substantial. Just a few slogans and some descriptions of the grand blueprint of the future would be enough to make them bring their own food and fight with their lives on the line.
But when it came to the upper echelons of society, if you wanted to persuade them to make a decision, you had to win their trust with facts, not boasting.
"In Nagalur, the control of gold, forests, mineral resources, these things are not actually in the hands of the central government of the United Kingdom of Nagalur, nor in the hands of the provincial governors, but in the hands of the religion …"
At this time, Sevillera happened to pass by the door of the study. She had just finished her etiquette class. As the Federation and the international community got to know each other and integrated, not only did the Federation government welcome many foreign affairs visits, but some large consortiums also began to actively deepen international cooperation.
Recently, Mr. Vaudric's consortium planned to cooperate with the royal family of a small country for a series of energy development. This was also their first step in international development. They carefully chose a place that they felt they could handle.
In order to show the importance of this cooperation, Vaudric, his wife, and their daughter, Sevillera, would follow the delegation to the country to discuss the cooperation project. They would stay in the palace for a while.
In order not to embarrass himself, Mr. Vaudric's reputation, and the Bailey Federation, Mr. Vaudric specially hired a court etiquette teacher with twenty years of experience in the royal family to teach Sevillera some court etiquette.
She had just said goodbye to the teacher who gave her a headache, and happened to pass by the study on her way to piano practice.
The door of the study was not completely closed. In this family, no one dared to do anything they shouldn't do. She heard the voices of Lynch and her father chatting. She couldn't help but secretly open the door and take a look.
At this time, Lynch was very relaxed and sat opposite Mr. Vaudric. The person facing him was Sevillera's father, the famous capitalist. The seriousness and seriousness on his face was enough to let the girl understand how serious he was at this time.
The sun shone through the gorgeous window screen, but it was not as blazing and raging as it was outside. The fine dust fluttering in the air at this moment was mixed with the rising blue smoke at this moment.
This scene deeply attracted her. She had never seen a young person who could show such in front of her father … She didn't know how to express her thoughts.
Her father had never treated a young person so seriously, and those young people didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of him. However, all of this was broken in this afternoon.
Lynch's high-spirited confidence infected everything around him. The small movements between his eyebrows, the small movements when he smoked, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, all of these were like a painting, firmly engraved in the girl's heart.
"Ahem …" Mr. Vaudric soon noticed his daughter who was "peeping" outside the door. Lynch also stopped in time. He glanced back, waved at the girl in front of Mr. Vaudric, and even greeted her.
Mr. Vaudric glanced at Lynch, then cast his gaze on the girl. "It should be time for you to practice piano now. Don't let your piano teacher wait too long, okay?"
The girl blushed and apologized for her behavior, then closed the door again. Mr. Vaudric smiled and explained, "She's very naughty!"
Lynch corrected his statement without hesitation. "She's lively!"
The two men looked at each other for a moment, and then naturally began their previous conversation.
"Gold has a very special position in the native religion of Najaril. Everything that's golden is gold. So in the end, whether to develop the gold mine, and how to develop it, the real key is how to persuade the high priest."
"Do you know that when I came back this time, I brought a boy back?"
Mr. Vaudric shook his head. He didn't say why he didn't know, because he was not interested in small fries.
"He's the most favored son of the high priest of Magulana Province. How do I describe it?"
Lynch frowned for a moment. "The high priest is equivalent to the patriarch of our parish. He has absolute control over the religious forces in the parish. You know, they are hereditary."
The previous words did not move Mr. Vaudric. The struggle within the religion was not as simple as the struggle between politicians and capitalists. Everyone had enemies, and no one was an exception, including the president and himself.
But Lynch's last sentence made them understand Lynch's confidence. Was there anything more rotten than a hereditary patriarch of a parish?
No, there was nothing more rotten than a hereditary patriarch, but there was also nothing more beautiful than a hereditary patriarch. It meant absolute power, and now the key to unlocking this power was in their hands.
In a trance, in Mr. Vaudric's eyes, Lynch was no longer a young man, but an adult full of courage, cunning, and wisdom.
He didn't know what an "old man" was, but now Lynch was giving him such a feeling, as if he was facing a peer, an opponent!
It was no longer contempt, but respect and vigilance!