"Life is so strange!"
Looking at Asr in the distance, Lynch felt that it was funny.
A few months ago, Asil had seen his compatriots here, who were willing to suffer physical injuries and be exploited for various reasons, and he had been particularly angry.
The flames of anger were like wildfires that could burn the entire sky, unbridled and violent.
But after a few months, Asr seemed to have begun to accept this kind of life.
Actually, he had no choice but to accept it. Evolving from barbarism to civilization might take thousands of years. It was a process that went from quantitative to qualitative change.
But to go from civilization to barbarism, one only needed to throw away one's morals and ethics.
At first, Asr was furious. He felt that this was wrong. He even felt that his family was guilty. They were using the health of ordinary people to make money. It was shameful.
If this kind of businessman was in the Federation, he would probably be in jail for life.
He began to try a kind of redemption. He would talk to some workers and give them some rubber gloves.
The rubber gloves might not be able to completely protect the workers' hands. After all, it wasn't suitable for detailed work. But it could minimize the effects of chemical corrosion on their bodies and wounds.
Asr vaguely remembered some things. For example … if too many chemicals with heavy metals entered the human body, the consequences would be irreversible.
He hoped to use the rubber gloves to save his family's conscience and the workers' health.
But soon, he found that it was useless. The workers took the gloves home and hid them, or sold them to other people. They continued to work as usual.
He tried to persuade them, to tell them the dangers of doing so. He tried to find something interesting in their eyes, but other than some deeply hidden mockery, he couldn't find anything.
These people treated him like … an idiot who didn't know what life was!
Why was society like this?
In the past, he hadn't felt such a complex ideological confrontation. But now, he felt that everything here was wrong. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was used to life in the Federation.
From anger, to confusion, to despair, to gradually getting used to it, and then to acceptance, the process was actually very short.
When most people don't see themselves as human beings, if you treat them as human beings, they won't think you're thinking highly of them, they'll think you're out of your mind.
When he saw Lynch again, he didn't say anything about changing those unrealistic ideas. He started to get used to his new job as Lynch's agent.
At this time, he stood in the crowd and read out the recruitment criteria loudly. He was surrounded by people. The surrounding houses, trees, and everywhere else were crowded with people.
For the people here, foreigners' factories were always the places they yearned for the most.
First of all, as long as you can join a foreign factory, you can get at least one set of free clothes!
A top and a bottom. These were all free, and they were very sturdy and resistant to wear.
Secondly, the foreigner's factory would be responsible for a meal, which was the best thing for the poor people of Najalil who only needed one meal a day.
They don't have to search for food with the wild dogs. They can sit in a clean place and enjoy it.
Finally, the foreigners will give cash. Yes, cash!
Cash played a big role in Najalil's society, which meant that some families could go to the shops to shop, instead of using their own belongings to find others who also needed to exchange goods, and rely on luck to get what they wanted.
Not to mention, the welfare of the foreigners' factories was good, at least much better than the local factories. They gave a lot of clothes (labor protection), so even if they didn't pay, they still made a profit.
So when Asil stood up and said that he wanted to recruit workers, the news spread like wildfire. In an instant, people in the nearby area crowded over.
He read out the criteria, and the crowd surged.
Lynch looked at the scene from the second floor of a café not far away. This was the center of the city and the entire province. Many foreigners lived here, but it still couldn't hide the fact that this place was poor and backward.
This was the second day Lynch arrived here. He had a talk with the provincial governor of Dragon yesterday, and they reached a better consensus.
In fact, for the current provincial governor of Dragon, what he needed to do was not how to maintain the balance between power, religion, and the capital of the new forces, but to get as many benefits as possible before he lost his power as soon as possible.
The Najalil United Development Company was a very special company that was born in the exchange event and banquet in Buen Endor some time ago. It actually didn't have any practical or effective value.
It didn't have its own factory, its own sales channels, or even its own products. But people like Lynch and Mr. Vaudric had all invested in this company, and they had a lot of shares.
This was a very special company. Although it didn't disclose how it made profits, all shareholders knew that it generated huge profits every year.
That was because this company represented another form of monopoly. It was stricter and harsher than the crude control of the Preston Trading Company.
The provincial governor of Dragon also invested in this company for the annual dividends. He didn't care anymore. He was a citizen of the Federation. Who cared about being a provincial governor in an indigenous country?
In the past, he might have been happy. Although there were always religious people who restricted his power, he could use the power in his hands to live well here.
But now it was different. The Federation people had come in, and the changes they brought would quickly destroy the defensive shell of the local ruling class. He chose the right side and even invested a little in Lynch's company in the form of power.
At this time, Lynch was waiting for someone. Before he came to Najalil, he called Herbers, the international banker, Herbers Tsifengke.
This time, Lynch wanted to take a bite out of the international speculators to make up for his shortage of funds, and the cooperation of some international bankers was indispensable.
Just before he came to Najalil, he talked to Herbers on the phone and said that he had something to discuss with him, but he didn't mention the specifics. This was to avoid any accidents.
These international bankers were actually not much different from international speculators. They would run wherever there was profit. They had no political stance, national stance, moral stance … They only cared about money.
But they were not crazy enough, not as crazy as speculators, and they had a lot of cash reserves, so they became bankers, and the other group became mad dogs.
Just as Lynch watched Asil and his men begin to select workers, a high-end car rarely seen in the local area drove over from a distance.
It would be a joke if word got out that the city center of a province's capital city was made of mud.
The car drove very slowly. If it went too fast, the people inside would not be able to stand the bumpy ride.
The car slowly stopped outside the coffee shop, and a civilization staff was the first to reach out from the car door.
The civilization staff was made of some kind of animal bone. The legs of the civilization staff were wrapped in brass, and the body of the civilization staff was inlaid with many gemstones. The head of the civilization staff was the joint of the bone. After careful craftsmanship, the surface of the staff was covered with a layer of platinum and inlaid with a circle of sapphires and some broken diamonds. It was very luxurious.
Next came the hand of Mr. Herbers holding the civilizational staff, then his hat, and then himself.
He held a handkerchief in his hand, covering his mouth and nose, and quickly walked into the coffee shop. The moment he entered, he put down the handkerchief, but his expression was still very subtle because the stench was everywhere.
"This is a terrible place!"
Herbers complained. "It's too smelly. Do these people have the habit of pooping in their pants and not taking a shower?"
He shook hands with Lynch, who came up to him, and still did not stop complaining.
From the moment he got off the ship, the stench surrounded him. It was now early September, the hottest time of the year, and all the stench gathered together.
It was said that every time the cruise ship docked, some tourists would want to come down and see the local culture. Most of them would be frightened by the stench and run back to the ship without looking back.
Lynch agreed with his complaint. "When you get used to the stench, you won't be able to smell it, just like how I am now!"
Mr. Herbers frowned slightly. "Why should I get used to it?"
He removed the handkerchief from his mouth and nose and began to wipe the sweat rolling down his face. "Damn it, is there no air conditioner or cold wind here?"
In a place where the power could be cut off at any time, no one would buy air conditioners or air coolers!
Mr. Herbers looked at the white handkerchief that quickly turned yellow, and his mood worsened. Not only was the place smelly, but it was also very dirty. He had only walked less than ten meters from the car into the coffee shop and walked up to the second floor, and there was a layer of dust on his body!
He was a prince. Even if the kingdom he was in was only a small one, he was still a prince. Even if he did not use milk to wash his feet, he had to at least keep himself clean. When had he ever encountered such a situation?
He put the handkerchief away unhappily. The more he wiped, the dirtier he got. He was very experienced. "Let's have a simple chat. The next time you look for me, you should choose a more suitable place. I know some islands that are not bad."
"Then, why did you ask me to come here?"
Lynch watched the man's performance for a few minutes before he asked slowly, "Do you want to make money?"