The goods that Lynch brought from the Federation were not sold out, but more than half of them had been sold. This gave a heavy blow to the people in the joint development company who were ready to see Lynch make a fool of himself.
Why couldn't they understand? Were the natives of Nagalee stupid?
But soon, they turned this dissatisfaction and doubt into motivation.
A large number of orders returned from Nagalee to the Federation, which also provided a strong boost to the Federation's employment rate. It also made people more convinced that Nagalee was the ultimate way out for the Federation.
At this time, on the last day of the last week of January, the board meeting of the Nagalee United Development Company was about to be held.
The location of the meeting was a luxury cruise ship in the Great East Ocean. The joint development company booked the cruise ship for three months.
In addition to the first week, which was used for meetings and exchanges, the remaining three months were spent on this luxurious cruise ship, which would take some people around the Great East Ocean before docking at a port in the Federation.
This was also a benefit that the joint development company gave to some outstanding employees, but this benefit was not given to the employees, but to their families. The company's boss would not allow an important employee to leave work for three months. Only outstanding employees could get this reward.
This luxury cruise around the Great East Ocean also stimulated many people. If they bought the ticket themselves, it would cost about two thousand yuan. But now, they were giving benefits to the families of outstanding employees. It was really … enviable.
As one of the board members of the joint development company, Lynch was also invited to participate in the board meeting in the first quarter of this year.
Meetings like this would be held every quarter. However, in the subsequent board meetings, many of the company's directors would not attend. They would appoint some plenipotentiary representatives or ordinary representatives to attend such board meetings on their behalf. They would listen to the contents of the board meeting and contact them when necessary to make some decisions.
This was the first time this year, and it was also the first time after the joint development company's work was fully launched, so basically all the shareholders were present in person.
"Mr. Lynch …" As soon as Lynch came out of the room, walked to the deck on the third floor, and took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray, someone called him.
He glanced back, and a smile appeared on his face. At the same time, he put the glass back on the tray and stretched out his hand.
"Mr. Patu!"
As if he had lived six hundred years ago, Mr. Patu, who still had serious traces of rigidity on his face, had a smile on his face. This smile was very out of place, and it was not as comfortable as when he had a straight face.
He had just walked out of the ship and saw Lynch. Then, he called out to Lynch.
The two of them greeted each other, alerting the other people on the deck. Many of them tried to make eye contact with Lynch or Mr. Patu.
Some people failed. No one could tell that they had failed, but some people succeeded. They nodded to Lynch or Mr. Patu, or raised their glasses to show their respect.
Lynch let go of Mr. Patu's hand. The two of them took the wine glasses from the waiter's tray and walked to a place that was not so close to the middle to talk.
"I've heard about your approach. It's very bold and effective. This has released a lot of pressure on the domestic economic environment. You're amazing!"
He was talking about Lynch's dumping of goods in Nagalil. In this era, in this era of the Federation, there was nothing that could hide from the curiosity of the capitalists. Even Congress could not hide it, let alone Lynch who did not hide it.
Soon, people got more detailed data that Lynch might not even know about. It listed the results of Lynch's trade.
Ignoring the fact that he barely spent any money to buy the factories and raw materials, just from the beginning of the production, the raw materials were calculated according to the market price, plus the wages of the workers and various additional expenses. The cost of each small iron pot, which was the cooking pot, was about ten to eleven dollars.
If Lynch continued to produce, and of course he did, the labor cost of the workers' wages would be spread over more products, thus reducing the labor cost of a single product. In the end, the price of a single product would be around nine dollars.
An iron pot that cost about ten dollars would cost about three to four dollars. When they arrived in Nagalil, including the labor and storage here, the cost of each iron pot was about fifteen dollars.
But this was not an absolute cost, because in the process, the Federation government would provide a subsidy of one or two dollars according to the number of workers Lynch employed. At the same time, they would give him an additional tax exemption. The actual cost of these small iron pots was about eleven or twelve dollars.
These small iron pots that cost eleven or twelve dollars were sold by Lynch for twenty-eight dollars each, and that was when everyone else could not sell their goods.
This was definitely a commercial miracle, and also a successful business case. Finding the opportunity to release the desire and ability to consume, and profiting from it, it was a perfect textbook business opportunity. Many people praised Lynch highly for this business, and the benefits and changes it brought.
Not to mention that some of the goods were "free" from the warehouses of some factories that he had just bought. Even the shipping cost was left. The subsidies and tax exemption were enough to offset the shipping cost, and he could make as much money as he sold them.
But things could not be looked at simply like this, at least it could not be spread like this. After all, Mr. Lynch was a young leader with a sense of social responsibility and was willing to take on more social responsibilities.
So in terms of reporting, it would strengthen his social responsibility. For example, he made many half-dead factories in the country receive some orders, which also improved some of the social situations. His success was no longer as simple as creating economic benefits, but more profound political significance and social value.
So Mr. Patu was not stingy with his praise. Such an excellent young man was indeed very rare. Compared to those "children" who woke up and fell asleep on women's bellies all day long, Lynch was so perfect that it made people jealous.
This was also the reason why they could communicate normally. From Mr. Patu's perspective, Lynch was more like a person of the same age as him and not a 'child'.
"I heard that you have some other plans?"
Mr. Patu was very interested in inquiring about some information before the board meeting.
Lynch nodded. "I may go to Gefra next month or the month after that. They put my name on the diplomatic delegation, so I have to go to Gefra for a while."
"During this time, we will find a way to persuade the Gefra Emperor to allow us to intervene in the development and post-war reconstruction of the Amelia region. You know, it's a lot of money!"
Mr. Patu kept nodding. He took a sip of his wine glass. "Yes, yes, it's a lot of money. We all know this because the people paying the bill are the Guevara People!"
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. They both knew that the other had understood their true thoughts. This kind of communication that didn't require excessive expression to understand each other's thoughts only happened between people of the top class like them.
This was because they had a very clear understanding and grasp of the form, development, possible changes, and results of society. Therefore, as long as they took the lead, they could roughly guess the development process and results that would follow.
The fact that the Gefran Emperor had lost to the Federation was already a huge blow. Although it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary had happened in Gefran, in fact, the Gefran Emperor's butt was no longer sitting on the throne as steadily as before.
The military failure had shaken his authority in the country. In a monarchy, the thing that the monarch used to maintain his ruling power was authority. All kinds of authority formed the ruling power and the right to rule.
Since he had lost here, he had to get it back in other places, so he would tolerate the Federation's slightly excessive actions in the Amelia region. However, there was a prerequisite, and that was that the Federation had to come up with an effective way to solve the problem in the Amelia region.
As long as this condition was met, the Gefra Emperor did not mind showing the Federation the wealth and generosity of the Gefra Empire. Although he had lost the military, the Federation had to work for him. This was another kind of victory!
He would probably, or even very likely, tell others that he thought so. If this agreement could be reached, the Amelia region might have unimaginable wealth.
"So, what are you going to do?"
Mr. Patu was very interested in Lynch's idea. His main business was mining, but he did not mind developing in other areas.
Mining stones, metals, and even the waste from smelting could be used directly in construction, and their profit margin would be greater.
"Post-war reconstruction needs people, a large number of workers. I can't afford to hire workers from the Federation, but here in Nagalar …" Lynch also took a sip of wine, and then smiled knowingly. "That's what I want."
"So, you want to support me in the treatment of the Nagalar natives. I heard that some of you seem to want to eliminate some of the natives?"
Mr. Patu raised his eyebrows slightly, and his fingers holding the wine glass moved a few times. "Really? Why didn't I know about it?"
Lynch looked at him, and he looked at Lynch. In fact, both of them knew that Mr. Patu was one of the supporters of this idea, and he was the most determined one.
If he hired the natives to mine for him, he would have to pay them, and if they died, he would have to compensate them. But if he caught some slaves, they would die.
There would be no salary, no pension, no social condemnation, and no one would work for the slaves.
But now he felt that Lynch's plan seemed to be more profitable.