Putting aside the fact that Emperor Guevara lost control of his temper and roared in the Ruler's Hall, Lynch welcomed his birthday.
On October 10th, he was twenty-two years old.
He didn't celebrate his birthday on October 10th last year. He wasn't used to it, or rather, he was used to not celebrating his birthday before coming to this world.
Celebrating your birthday in that place was actually a kind of torture, because you couldn't leave a cage for the rest of your life. Every birthday was actually a reminder that some people, in this way, had murdered you for another year.
Therefore, the people there basically didn't celebrate their birthdays, which was different from the ordinary small rooms in the region.
In the ordinary small rooms in those areas, people would celebrate their birthdays, and some friendly places would even organize birthday activities for people to find a little fun, and there would also be talent shows and so on. It was very lively.
Because in the end, they could still go out and obtain freedom, and every birthday meant that they were one step closer to freedom.
But in Lynch's place, a birthday in the United States was one step closer to the grave.
This also made Lynch not care whether he celebrated his birthday or not after coming here.
This time, he didn't want to celebrate his birthday, it was meaningless, but he didn't manage to successfully hide, because Sevillera chased him here to celebrate his birthday.
Before he realized that he was going to celebrate his birthday, Lynch had just finished an exchange salon between him and some local merchants, foreign merchants, and local merchants.
It sounded a little complicated, but in fact, it was a group of anxious merchants and a group of excited merchants gathered together to discuss the next market and competition.
Lynch had said before that the Joint Development Company would not be like the Preston Company, who distributed everything so tightly.
The Federation was still a country that cared about face, even if they wanted to do so very much in their hearts, and in fact did so in other ways, they would not say it out loud, let alone admit it.
Everything was left to the market, and no longer monopolized by organizations like the Preston Company. This was the most correct justice.
In the past, what kind of business each person did every year, how much they did, and how much they could earn, were very tightly controlled, so tight that these people only needed to arrange a few people to do the ordinary daily work, and they themselves could just wait for the money to come in.
However, things were different now. Lynch had opened up the market. Even he would not monopolize the market share. This would make the competition in the market even more intense.
The competition between local merchants, foreign merchants, and Federation merchants would be like a bloody war without any rules. First, people would have to face a price war, and the war would quickly escalate.
The only judge of this war was Lynch. Therefore, this meeting, to a certain extent, was equivalent to him setting the rules and then pulling the trigger of the starting gun.
He was still not interested in these local businesses, but he was very concerned about the local market. After all, it was a market of two to three hundred million people. Once these people became rich, their spending potential would make the Federation look askance.
This was also part of his plan, or rather, the plan of the joint development company. They would provide the Najalil with suitable jobs and wages, squeezing out the value of their labor force.
Then, by selling services and goods, he could get a large part of it back. This was perfect!
Lin Qi, who was deep in thought, was only focused on walking forward. The moment the door opened, he suddenly heard cheers that almost scared him out of his wits.
"Happy birthday". It should have been a blessing that made people happy, but he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Fortunately, he had seen a lot of big scenes. This kind of change was still within the range of his psychological tolerance. He quietly loosened his fists, and his face showed an incredulous smile.
Sevillera, who was standing closest to him, blushed. In her hand, she was holding something … should be a hat. The Federation people had a lot to do with rituals.
For example, during festivals, different recipes were arranged for different festivals, and even the place to eat was very particular.
Another example was the gangs. The killing between gang members was actually very ritualistic. How to kill, how to deal with it after killing, these were all traceable. Those old policemen could get first-hand information from the scene of a gang killing at a glance.
Of course, this also included birthday parties. Wearing a pointy colored hat became the "ritual" of a birthday party, and it was also an indispensable ritual.
Sevillera did not notice the helplessness after Lynch's surprised expression. She helped Lynch put on the hat and pulled him into the room.
When Lynch entered the room, he saw Provincial Governor Dragon who had changed into a Federation uniform, and he suddenly felt a lot better.
"I didn't know you were coming …" Standing in front of a birthday cake that was taller than a person, Lynch said softly.
The girl's face was a little red. "I read a book, and the book said that people should fight for their own happiness, so I came. I think you are my happiness."
Such a naked confession caught Lynch a little off guard. Did Mr. Vaudric make a mistake? Why did he send this girl here?
In fact, Lynch and Mr. Vaudric had the same opinion. He was unlikely to marry Sevillera as his wife, and Mr. Vaudric would not allow him to do so.
For Lynch, the girl was too strong. This was not referring to Sevillera's attitude in life and work, but to her family background and interpersonal relationships were obviously too much better than Lynch's. On the contrary, she would not be of any help to Lynch.
Because of their relationship, Lynch's own development would be limited. In the process of doing business with Lynch, people would consider the attitude of Sevillera and the capital forces behind her. They would consider whether doing so would cause negative things, so they would simply ignore Lynch.
Including any growth and progress of Lynch, it would be seen as his development with Sevillera's help. This would undoubtedly be fatal to him personally and his business.
Unless he could grow to the point where people would overlook his birth and background before the two of them got married. However, this was unlikely to happen in a short period of time. It would take at least ten years as a unit of time, so this was destined to be an unfruitful love.
Perhaps this was why Mr. Vaudric asked her to come?
Because he knew the result?
But no matter what, it was still nice to be valued. After Lynch whispered "Thank you", he cut the cake.
A few hundred meters away, Mr. Simon had just returned home.
This time, the salon they organized made his already low mood even lower.
Lynch stated at the meeting that he would not interfere in the competition between businessmen, but he would not allow vicious competition.
He said some of what he thought was vicious competition, but from Mr. Simon's point of view, Lynch just didn't let people violate some local laws and possibly the laws of the Federation. In other words, he was actually suppressing local foreign businessmen like Mr. Simon.
Because they had been here for a longer time, they were more familiar with the society and various levels. If someone would rely on criminal behavior to fight against competitors, it would undoubtedly be people like Mr. Simon, who had deep connections in the local area.
Lynch had formulated rules to restrict local foreign businessmen, but he did not regulate malicious behavior in competition, such as runs and bidding.
These two situations were the most feared by almost all businessmen, whether it was the former or the latter.
There were many ways to run on goods, and the most common was to return the goods. Don't think that there was no concept of returning the goods in this era. As long as the customer felt that the goods were not good, they could ask for a refund.
Whether to return the goods or not might be the choice of the businessman, but if they did not return the goods and made a fuss, the businessman would have to bear the negative impact.
But if he returned the goods, others would buy them and return them, then would he still need to stock up?
If he did not stock up, there would be nothing to sell.
If he stocked up, the returned goods would cause a backlog and take up a lot of his funds.
Not to mention the more terrible bidding here, a price war would make the businessmen lose everything. During the Preton Trading Company's time, they directly set a standard price, or called a protected price, to ensure the interests of every distributor, so that everyone could support the Preton Trading Company. Now, it was all over.
The Federation businessmen had more advantages than them, and they were no match for the Federation businessmen at all. Perhaps leaving now was the best decision.
He walked into the study with a frown and called for his housekeeper. "Recently, find out how much the real estate in my hands, as well as my factories and shops are worth …"
He tried to make himself sound as casual as possible, but the housekeeper still heard the difference. The housekeeper hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively, "Master, are you planning to leave?"
"Leave?"
Mr. Simon laughed. "Of course not. I met some businessmen from the Federation at the salon this afternoon. These people are very arrogant, so I've decided to give them a taste of my own medicine. I'll let them know that even without the Preton Trading Company, we're still half the owner!"
It was a very domineering statement, but it did not convince the housekeeper that all this was true.
Just as he was thinking about how to further dispel the suspicion on the housekeeper's face, Mr. Simon inadvertently saw his son at the edge of the courtyard. He was chatting with a young man, separated by a low wall of plants.
He frowned, but soon relaxed. He did not plan to leave with the child and his mother. He only planned to leave alone.
Not long after, the housekeeper came out of the study and bumped into the young master who had just finished chatting. The latter saw the worried look on the housekeeper's face at a glance.
As a good child who was trying hard to prove himself, his observation was also very meticulous.
He walked to the housekeeper's side and asked softly, "Grandfather Butler, what's wrong with you? It looks like something is bothering you."