Regardless of the attitude of the Federation, the Federation's merchants, and the shareholders of the Nagalil United Development Corporation towards Nagalil, it was undeniable that the arrival of these merchants had gradually brought some vitality to this lifeless country.
It sounded quite unbelievable that a group of raiders could actually bring vitality to a country. Weren't they supposed to be destroyers and destroyers who could only bring pain?
Why were these raiders able to bring vitality to this country?
It was actually very simple. It was jobs, or rather … money!
The role of money was unparalleled. When any country discussed the issue of revitalizing the market, they would come up with a lot of concepts and policies. But in the end, the real effect was more capital flowing into the market.
The supply and demand of the market was revitalized, people had more income, and the whole society would become more colorful.
The rich material life was the source of vitality that revitalized the whole society. Some people might think that money was not omnipotent, but for the whole society, money was omnipotent and omnipotent.
Money could make a girl who was old enough to be your granddaughter snuggle in your arms and say sweet words. Money could make a family member who had just lost a loved one quickly recover. Money could make a politician who was not famous become a potential candidate in one fell swoop.
It seemed that there was nothing money could not do, and this included providing the ability to this society.
Lynch's recruitment, the merchants of the Federation in other regions also began to recruit. This change made people feel confused because this country seemed to be waking up.
"Mr. Lynch, some things were not stolen by us …" The assistant manager was explaining to Lynch some problems that he did not know how to deal with. For example, a lot of people came in carrying things that did not belong to the camp.
Some of them even brought in some stray dogs, saying that they had stolen these dogs from here. Anyway, as long as they found something valuable, they would send it to the camp.
The purpose of doing this was to find a way to get a job from the camp.
After what happened, everyone in the vicinity knew that Mr. Lynch from the Baylor Federation was a reasonable and well-behaved big shot.
As long as you followed his principles and followed his rules, and if you were lucky, you could get a chance, a precious chance.
The deputy manager held two notebooks in his hands. One of them recorded the real "burglars", and the other one recorded the people who came to try their luck.
The assistant manager was a very … honest man. After seeing Lynch's wealth, power, and status, he had to be honest.
From the fact that he didn't reveal Nell's special identity to his employees, it could be seen that he was a smart man, just like now.
Lynch flipped through the book and threw it back. "You don't have to record it separately. Organize it and send them on their way first. You need some help too. These people can help you."
The assistant manager nodded. "As for the salary …"
"Give them one dollar and twenty cents worth of Federation Sol's Galil. Also, tell them about our salary system and promotion system. Also, give them a cheap lunch. It doesn't have to be too good."
Lynch was afraid that the assistant manager misunderstood him, so he explained, "Everyone's lunch is priced at … about ten Galil. It doesn't have to be too good. If it's too good, they will think that you are stupid or even easy to bully. You will be stricter with them."
The assistant manager recorded it carefully, and he was amazed by Lynch's understanding of these people. He had been here for more than a month, and he had some understanding of these Nagaleans. They were indeed like what Lynch said.
If you were nice to them, they would not think that you were friendly. They would only think that you were easy to bully.
This … the change in perception was a little strange. Just like those girls, at first, they didn't even dare to come close to the camp. They only dared to walk around.
When an idiot handed out a bottle of soda, not only did the girls dare to come close, but they also dared to walk in and ask for something else.
Of course, their attitude was not bad, but it also allowed the senior assistant manager to understand something.
He might be one of the few guys who was not in "trouble."
After saying these words, the assistant manager did not leave. Instead, he stood there and hesitated. "Mr. Lynch, do we … need to do an environmental assessment?"
Lynch drew a circle on the map for him. It was the approximate location of the cement factory. It was right next to the city's main road for ease of transportation. At the same time, it was not on the outskirts of the city.
The outskirts of the city were slums, and then there was the wilderness. Once they left the city circle, it would be very troublesome. So the cement factory could be said to be built in the city circle, just not so close to the city center.
According to the Federation's regulations, enterprises such as cement factories with heavy pollution must first conduct an environmental assessment before the construction of the factory to determine whether such a project would affect the surrounding environment and residents.
In the Federation, capitalists would solve these problems with money and job opportunities. They would send a team of lobbyists to visit the nearby residents door to door, telling them that a factory was about to be built here, and they needed to recruit some workers from the neighborhood. They would also offer good treatment.
The enemy would become one of their own, and the rest would be left to the new members, such as the UNEP and some civil environmental organizations, to take care of.
That was the practice in the Federation. But here in Najalil, the assistant manager was not sure whether to do an environmental assessment because the dust in the cement factory was much greater than that of other factories. As soon as the factory started work, the floating dust in the air within a kilometer of the factory would increase dramatically.
The dust was also mixed with more or less metals, and the harm to the human body was incalculable. So the cement factory was also a heavy polluter in the Federation.
"Of course, but you don't have to worry about this problem. We will use the most advanced dust removal and dust-reduction equipment to ensure that it will not pose too much of a threat to the nearby residents!"
Lynch's answer was very decisive, and he did not seem to hesitate or hesitate.
This made the assistant manager a little … uncomfortable. Shouldn't these capitalists be inhumane for the sake of money?
This may be a little disrespectful to Lynch, but this was his true thought. Pollution was not important at all. As long as it could bring economic benefits and more profits, the capitalists would dare to discharge toxins into the water source.
Lynch's answer was not so "mainstream," and it stunned him for a moment. He quickly recovered and nodded. "I understand …"
After the assistant manager left, Lynch picked up the apple on the table, wiped it with his hand, and took a bite.
There was a big difference in taste and texture between tropical and temperate fruits. For example, the apple in his hand should be an apple. At least it looked very similar to an apple.
It was not as reserved as the Federation apples. The Federation apples were not particularly juicy, which also led to them not being crisp enough. It was not that they were not crisp enough, but they were not crisp enough.
The apples here were very crisp, and the aroma was stronger, and the taste was richer.
With a crunch, as Lynch bit down, the lower part of his mouth almost split open. Before his mouth could pressure it, the juice flowed out.
Nagalil was located in a tropical area with a long coastline. Logically speaking, the fruit here should have good sales. Of course, this was indeed the case. The fruit export business was Nagalil's main foreign trade, and it could generate good profits every year.
However, this part of the profits belonged to the ruling class of Nagalil and the former Preston Trading Company. No one bought the fruits planted by ordinary people, and they would eventually rot on the trees unless they sold them to the local "fruit farmers" at a very low price.
Although they were called fruit farmers, they were not "farmers" at all. This also made it so that ordinary people could not earn much from planting fruits, and they might even lose money.
Plus, fruits had a long process of ripening, and could not be stored for too long after they were ripe. Therefore, ordinary people basically did not plant fruits.
Neil, who had been sitting at the side without making a sound, waited for the assistant manager to leave before he asked tentatively, "It costs a lot to do environmental protection and environmental assessment, right?"
Lynch nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Yes, it costs a lot."
Environmental assessment and environmental protection were two different things, but both required a lot of money. This made Neil feel a little strange. He felt that Lynch did not seem like a conscientious capitalist. Although he did not do anything bad, this feeling had always been in Neil's heart, and more people's hearts.
This was the reason why the assistant manager was surprised when he agreed to do the content. Lin Qi, you don't seem like a good person!
Neil touched his head. At first, he thought that he would need stitches, but after the doctor cleaned the wound, he said that the wound was only a little more than a centimeter long. There was no need for stitches at all, so he simply bandaged it.
If the bandage on his head was changed to the common cloth color of Nagalil, he would look more local.
Perhaps he touched the wound, and it made him feel a little pain. His fingers retracted, and at the same time, he asked, "Then why don't you put the factory outside the city circle? This way, we can save a lot of money without environmental assessment and environmental protection, right?"
Lynch tilted his head and looked at Neil curiously. The latter laughed twice, "I'm just curious."
Lynch thought that Neil's company would be getting bigger and bigger in the future. There were some things that he could not keep an eye on him all the time. There were some things that he could tell him and teach him, so that he would not be cheated by others in the future.
The business world was like a battlefield. This sentence was not a joke. Although the relationship between Lynch and Mr. Vaudric's family was very good today, if there was a chance for him to tear off a piece of flesh from Mr. Vaudric, or vice versa, then whether it was him or Mr. Vaudric, neither he nor Mr. Vaudric would give up such an opportunity.
At most, after they did it, they would explain a little about the reason they did it — it was business!
Lynch ate the apple in his hand in a few bites, picked up a white handkerchief, and wiped his hands while saying, "Because this money is not paid by me."