"The riot is still fermenting …"
In the house of Governor Draeger, people were gathered together and chatting. It looked like a leisurely afternoon tea party.
But compared to the calmness of people like the governor and Lynch, the others more or less had a frightened expression on their faces.
It was the local police chief who was reporting the situation outside. Considering the impending riot, the police chief had arranged for the police to be stationed around the governor's house before the riot broke out. This was quite normal.
After all, the governor was the highest official in the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang Province. Anyone could have a problem, but not the governor.
"The crowd has already formed a sizeable scale and has impacted the living quarters of most of the foreigners. The local wealthy district has also been affected. They have destroyed some shops in the commercial district, looted the things inside, and set fire to them …"
When the police chief said this, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. He was also a member of a clan, but his position in the clan was rather awkward. In the end, he was appointed to Dragon's side as the police chief of the province.
He was also a member of the ruling class. When he heard that the foreigners, who were jokingly called the "third ruling class," had suffered this disaster, he felt some joy in his heart. Just now, he had secretly glanced at Lynch and the other foreigners.
But more than that, there was a kind of fear. There was already some ruthlessness hidden in the depths of his eyes. Once the ban was lifted, he would make some people understand that this was not the free Federation. This was Najalil, and everything had to listen to the will of the lords and God.
The lords were in front of God!
The way the pariahs waved their fists frightened the police chief. Every time he thought of his self-righteous heroism when he used his baton to beat and disperse the pariahs, cold sweat broke out all over his body.
If just one person had stood up and pushed him to the ground, he would have been torn to pieces by these pariahs.
If they dared to attack the foreigners today, there was no guarantee that they would attack the ruling class of their own country tomorrow. This kind of trend could not be encouraged. He had to ruthlessly destroy their momentum.
Lynch noticed the subtle changes in the police chief's expression. He stood up with a glass of wine in his hand, turned around, and faced the foreigners in the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, when I heard the news, I was very sad and angry."
"A civilization needs to be built brick by brick in order to build a magnificent building, but destroying it will only require a barbaric catastrophe. I propose that we donate … a hundred thousand Federation sols to save and help those who have suffered losses in the catastrophe, who have lost their families, and who need help!"
Provincial Governor Dragon might not be very cultured, but his sense of smell and political sensitivity were very high. This kind of person who walked out of a cruel era of struggle, even if he usually looked stupid, was not really stupid.
He quickly caught up. "I will also donate 10 million Galil to help those in need."
The two of them looked at each other. There was only a heavy expression on their faces, but both of them saw a very tacit … smile in each other's eyes.
Lin Qi took the lead, and the provincial governor followed closely behind. This was no longer a "suggestion" or an "initiative". This was a donation drive. Every foreigner here had their eyes darting around, and their brains were churning. They wanted to dissect and find something useful.
"I will donate twenty thousand Federation sols …" The third person was Little Fox. Everyone's eyes turned to him.
In fact, the people in this room were not poor. They could all fork out more or less money, but they were not very clear about the nature of this donation, nor did they know what they could get from this donation.
This was not like the Federation's charity donation, where the Federation would refund more money to the philanthropist in the form of tax exemption. If it were not for some invisible rules restricting them, they might have donated all the taxes of the year. If that was the case, when it was time to pay taxes, not only would they not have to pay taxes, but the tax bureau or the city hall would also have to refund or subsidize them.
Donating here was another problem. What were the benefits of donating? If there were no benefits, how much should be donated?
They were all waiting, waiting for someone to step forward and point them in the right direction, and waiting for Lynch to explain more details.
Little Fox stepped forward in time and solved a lot of Lynch's problems. Lynch nodded slightly, then looked at the others. "Mr. Fox has already donated twenty thousand Federation sols. Is there only one gentleman with the spirit of internationalism here?"
It was also at this time that the second person stepped forward, an unexpected person.
Penny walked to the front of the crowd. She looked directly at Lynch and quietly raised her eyebrows. "I will donate all my personal salary to help those in need!"
Lynch was a little surprised. In fact, in his mind, Penny was more like a "Rennes Karp". She was too young and had not received a higher level of education. Her family background … He did not know much about it. It seemed that she came from a middle-class family, the kind that was not good enough.
If a girl from such a family did not receive higher education, the role she could play was actually just a "vase" or "Rennes Karp" in Lynch's mind. They would not have high political literacy. But this time, Penny's move surprised Lynch.
He had already thought about how to tell the reporters to write this article, to tell the Nagalians that the people of the Federation were different from the foreigners before.
Look, we are also spontaneously donating. Even independent women have donated. Whether those foreigners or locals, they can enjoy the benefits of this donation.
Just when the people were still hesitating, two gunshots suddenly came from outside the house, followed by a dozen more. The police chief shuddered and turned to go outside to understand the situation.
Lynch acted as if he did not hear anything. His expression did not change. He looked at the people who were still a little frightened and smiled. "Miss Penny's benevolence is touching. I believe that when this news spreads back to the country, more people will become your fans."
Lynch's voice pulled everyone's attention back from the suffocating silence outside. He said in a nonchalant tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, don't be afraid. I swear on my character that as long as they are my friends, I will not let them get hurt!"
A small businessman in his thirties seemed to realize something all of a sudden. He rushed to the front, raised his hand, and shouted, "Mr. Lynch, I donate … I donate five thousand!"
His expression showed that he was struggling, and he explained, "This is all the money I can give now, but I believe that there are people who need help more than me!"
The expression on Lynch's face softened. He even reached out and shook the man's hand. "Your kindness even moves God. Thank you very much for your donation. If you have any financial problems, you can go to the president of the Jinhui Bank, Joe Griman. Just mention me, and he will be happy to talk to you about solving your problem!"
In fact, these small businessmen were no different from Simon and the others who had already died. They could not find opportunities in the country, could not get orders, and were on the verge of bankruptcy. Their only way out was to listen to the call of the government and the consortium, and come to Najaril to look for opportunities.
They were not rich people like Lynch, Patu, or Vaudric. Tens of thousands of dollars were not considered money.
Five thousand dollars was all his savings. He did not leave himself any way out. Coming from the Federation to a foreign place to do business, was it not a gamble?
In that case, he would bet even more now. He had bet everything he had, and he had won the bet.
As long as the bank was willing to give him money, he would soon be able to build a factory here, and then produce a steady stream of cheap goods to sell all over the world.
In the past half a month, these people had figured out how to make money here. It was basically equivalent to free labor, which could save them an unimaginable amount of money!
Hiring a hundred workers in the Federation, including the expenses of food, drink, and other things, no matter how well they did, they would have to be paid at least twenty-five thousand dollars a month in salary and other expenses.
Even if the factory lost money, this money could not be saved. Otherwise, they would ask the workers' union for help, get back their share through legal channels, and take away some of the fines.
To maintain the expenses of the workers, if a factory's monthly sales were 100,000, then the factory owner must ensure that the net profit was above 40% because there were other expenses in addition to the workers, such as depreciation, etc. But what kind of product could maintain such a high net profit and continue to sell well?
(Non-mechanized production, the production model with humans as the main productivity, was also one of the reasons for promoting mechanized production.)
None!
But everything was different here. The free profit margin allowed them to make a lot of money even if they produced things that were not profitable in the Federation. In fact, what they earned was the wages of the workers here.
The bigger the factory, the more employees, and the more profit points, even if the net profit was less than 10%, they could still make a lot of money!
As long as the bank was willing to give him a loan, he was not afraid of the amount because everyone knew that the more loans they gave, the more workers they would hire, and the more profits the factory would generate!
This place was full of huge profits!
The businessman whose hand was held by Lynch was pleasantly surprised, and his face was full of smiles. His cheekbones were raised, and his eyebrows were slightly raised. His muscles uncontrollably made a "smile" expression.
"Mr. Lynch, thank you so much. The excitement in my heart now can't be described with words …" He bent down, but still held Lynch's hand tightly, expressing his surging emotions at this time.
Lynch's expression was still so calm, with a smile of wisdom on his face. He was a little reserved, but there was a kind of arrogance in his bones. He was like a king, emperor, or even a god who could control the fate of others, sitting high in the clouds, looking at the mortals below the steps of his throne, expressing the emotions that belonged to mortals.
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