What Lynch said was not gentle, and it made Simon feel a little uncomfortable.
He had been doing business without competition for too long, so long that he had forgotten what competition was like.
However, it was precisely Lynch's words that made people uncomfortable that made Simon's heart feel more at ease.
Perhaps the truth was not as fair as what Lynch said, but even if there were some differences, he felt that it was not a big problem.
Over the years, he had accumulated too many contacts in the local area. It could be said that the sales channel of Najalil under the Preston Trading Company's monopoly was firmly in the hands of people like Mr. Simon.
Only they had products to sell. If people wanted to buy something better, they had to come to him. He had a perfect sales channel.
Even if the competition became more intense in the future, as long as he could keep the price within an acceptable range, people would not abandon him.
This was an obvious thing. People were always thinking about the old. Before there was a clear gap, people might try new things, but they would still choose the old things in the end.
"One more thing, Mr. Lynch …" Mr. Simon's face had a little more smile. "If I want to invest in the Najalil United Development Company …"
There was a hint of humility in his slightly negotiating tone. The woman kneeling on the ground quietly glanced at her husband and quickly lowered her head.
This was the first time she saw Simon showing such a humble attitude in front of anyone other than Mr. Preston. Ordinary people might not be able to notice it, but she could feel it.
An arrogant man would not be so humble even in front of the provincial governor, but at this moment, he had put down his arrogance.
This also made the woman a little frightened. She did not understand the changes in the current situation in Najalil. She only knew that some things seemed to have begun to change.
Lynch shook his head. "This won't do. It's not that I don't want you to invest. You know, there are some big guys in the company, and I only have three percent of the shares …"
He pressed down the almost finished cigarette butt. The woman reacted quickly and immediately held the ashtray to face the cigarette butt. She was used to serving others like this.
Lynch didn't say thank you. He had heard from Asher that when he said thank you to his brother's wife, his whole family thought that his brother's wife was seducing him. They even helped them spend the night together.
He didn't want Simon to keep this woman, so not only did he not say thank you, he didn't even look at her.
He leaned back and leaned against the back of the rattan chair. He gently placed one hand on the arm of the rattan chair.
After being processed, the originally soft rattan became hard and tough, but it also had enough toughness.
They had brushed a layer of something like varnish on the surface of the vines to protect them from being affected by the natural environment. It was very comfortable to touch and did not sting at all.
"I know what you're worried about. You don't have to think about it like this. Please forgive my unintentional offense. Even if the company allows you to invest, you won't be able to take out too much money."
Lynch said with a faint smile, "Every one percent of the shares is worth 10 million Federation Sol!"
Mr. Simon sucked in a breath of cold air. Over the years, he had saved three to four million in profits. A part of it had been sent back to the country, but there was still a lot left.
This was also why he said that if he lost his current business, he would be driven to a dead end. Once Lynch and the Federation businessmen started to clean up the original foreign businessmen here, they would only need to prohibit people from buying their businesses. That would be enough to give them a headache for a long time.
His expression at this time … was a little strange. His muscles twitched a few times, and so did his eyelids. Perhaps the huge number Lynch said scared him.
One percent was 10 million, and one hundred percent was one billion Federation Sol!
However, the shock didn't end there. Lynch didn't mind continuing to say things that scared him. "That's just the price when we were raising funds. The price has risen a lot now, just like I said just now!"
"It's not that we don't welcome you to join the joint development company. It's just that our starting point is a little high."
He said with a smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything else."
This sentence sounded like Lynch was looking down on Mr. Simon, so he apologized.
"No, it's okay. You don't need to apologize, Mr. Lynch. I can understand what you mean …" Mr. Simon waved his hand. "You're right. Even if I tried my best, I wouldn't be able to afford even one percent, or even 0.1 percent of the shares."
Mr. Simon had more or less figured it out at this time. He had been in the monopoly business here for so many years, so he had a rough idea.
In fact, the market value of the Nagalil Joint Development Company was about the short to medium term income of their company in Nagalil.
The monopoly group that was not strict in the past was enough for Mr. Simon to earn hundreds of thousands a year. What about the whole of Nagalil?
A country's annual profit of tens of millions would only make the joint development company's stock price higher and higher until it broke through the sky.
Now that he couldn't keep up, he didn't need to think about catching up in the future.
When he looked at Lin Qi again, his gaze was a little emotional, a little lost, and a little lost.
Lynch was very young. Even though he was dressed like an old man, he still gave people a very young feeling.
Such a young man could already afford 30 million to buy shares of the joint development company, while he, "Mr. Simon," as people called him, was still worried about that insignificant amount of money.
This was the difference. The difference brought envy, jealousy, and a sense of loss after the comparison, and a sense of confusion.
Then he asked about other things that he was very concerned about, such as getting the goods.
In the past, these foreign businessmen got their goods through the Preton Trading Company. The trading company shipped them directly according to their quota, and they sold whatever was sent.
Because it was an exclusive monopoly business, they didn't need to worry about not selling their goods. The provincial governor was also one of his customers.
Now, he could get his goods directly from the joint development company's distribution center. He could get whatever he wanted, and no one would even give him too many restrictions, including price restrictions.
Everything seemed to be changing in a good way that Mr. Simon hadn't considered before. This conversation made him feel relaxed.
After talking about some local anecdotes, Mr. Simon took the initiative to invite Lynch to his home as a guest and left with his wife and children.
Standing in the yard and looking at the car in the distance, Lynch shook his head and looked away.
These businessmen couldn't let them go. They colluded with the Preton Trading Company and relied on a monopoly to suck the blood of the people of Najaril.
If it was just sucking blood, it would be fine, but they also made a mess of the market. If someone could flip through some records, or ask some old people to recall, before the establishment of the Preton Trading Company, the business atmosphere in Najaril was not as bad as it was now.
The limited but free trade market allowed the entire country's trade to flourish. People exchanged more things that they didn't need for money or things that they needed.
The rich variety of goods in the market brought demand, and people began to think about making money to change their lives. That period of time was almost the peak of Najaril's development in recent years.
If it wasn't for the interference of the Preton Trading Company, the situation might be better now.
But the monopoly and power and money transactions ruined this. The market continued to shrink, and the circulation of currency began to be limited. These people were the culprits.
They sucked enough blood, and it wasn't easy for them to leave.
Lynch had even thought about it. If Mr. Simon wanted to leave safely without encountering the storm at sea, the remnants of the pirates, or the greedy crew, then it would be best for him to spit out what he had eaten.
Of course, throwing such a large sum of money into the entire region was not of much use, so Lynch reluctantly set up a foundation to safeguard these illegal gains on behalf of the people of Najaril.
I'm so f * cking noble!
When he turned around, the sergeant had already walked over.
"Boss, it's arranged!"
Lynch nodded. "Let's eat first, then we'll leave."
Lunch was silent.
At around one o 'clock in the afternoon, three high-chassis sedans — these things actually looked more like commercial vehicles, off-road vehicles, or big foot sedans.
Its chassis was much higher than a normal sedan, and the shock absorption was more exaggerated. This kind of car could only be found locally.
The city center was full of rugged mud roads. It was better when the weather was clear, but if it was rainy, it was likely that under a shallow puddle of water, there would be a huge pit.
Coupled with the rain loosening the soil, the condition of the road was not very good. Almost all the cars that came to Najaril needed to be modified to operate properly.
In addition to the sedans, there was also a small truck, which was full of things.
When the convoy appeared, it attracted the curious eyes of some locals, and some who had nothing better to do followed.
Because of the road and environmental problems, the speed of the convoy was not fast.
Followed by the crowd, the convoy entered a local orphanage, and the mood of the people who followed spontaneously seemed to have changed.
There was an orphanage in Najaril, but there was no nursing home. There used to be one, but after more and more families sent the elderly to the nursing home to eat and drink, the nursing home gradually closed.
But this did not stop the families from sending the elderly away. They no longer sent the elderly to the nursing home, but drove them out to the streets.
But there was an orphanage in Najaril, and children were hope. Even in a backward place, people knew this.
Every year, the government would allocate some financial funds to the orphanages in various places, but the allocation was not particularly large, and it was barely enough to keep them afloat.
Today, Lynch was here to give back to society. Many reporters from local newspapers also came, wanting to witness this historic moment.
After the vehicle stopped, Lynch got out of the car with a heavy face. He looked at about fifty to sixty children in the yard, and saw the fear in their eyes, and his expression became more solemn.