"What's the situation with the Guevara People right now?"
Lin Qi walked back to the chair and sat down. Similar to Gevra, this place was mostly decorated with chairs. Occasionally, there would be some small, independent sofas, unlike the Federation where there were sofas everywhere.
It was said that the Guevara People even criticized the Federation for being too indulgent, and sofas had become one of the sins of the Federation.
Ridiculous!
"They've been holding all kinds of activities recently. I heard that they're discussing how to compete with the Federation merchants."
The changes in Amelia's policies had reached the ears of the merchants, and it was indeed a big deal for the merchants of Guevara.
The nobles no longer interfered with the capital, which meant that they didn't have to envy the freedom of the Federation's capital, although this freedom was limited to the province of Amelia.
However, this was still a significant development. Once some of the changes in Amelia were proven to be valuable, it might gradually feed back to the mainland. In the end, the capital environment of the mainland would also change.
However, there was a small problem, and that was how to stop the Federation's unscrupulous expansion while still keeping some profits. Therefore, they had been discussing some countermeasures during this time.
In Lynch's opinion, this kind of discussion was ridiculous.
Because no matter what the merchants of Guevara did, they were no match for him and the other merchants of the Federation. They had a trump card!
The cheap labor force was their trump card, and this advantage was very difficult to overcome in a short period of time. More importantly, even if the locals didn't stand on the Federation's side, they definitely wouldn't stand on the Guevara People's side.
Lynch didn't let the people of Blackstone Security deal with the various criminals he arrested. Instead, he handed them over to the Guevara People.
Not long ago, the Guevara People were "persecuted" by the local resistance groups. They were either assassinated or attacked by terrifying armed forces. Every day, there was only bad news, and many Guevara People were buried here.
This kind of hatred couldn't be completely resolved with a few words or an executive order. For the Guevara People, the locals were definitely the group of people they hated the most.
Therefore, they were willing to take charge of the most important part of the whole plan, which was the execution. Governor Seder also intended to let the Guevara People do this. The purpose was to re-establish the dignity and image of the Guevara People in the region.
As for the small problems that arose because of this, he didn't think that it was a problem.
It was just like how a farmer wouldn't care if the pigs in the pigsty were satisfied with their daily food, their living environment, or their owners.
What they cared about was the weight of the pigs, their fat, and the price of the pork.
It was difficult for them to catch up with the Federation merchants..
Lin Qi sat on the chair and thought for a while. Then, he gave his first plan to take charge of the "overall situation" here. "Starting tomorrow morning, recruit workers in all the main areas of Zhu Lisi."
The local who came over was stunned. "Mr. Lynch, did you say 'recruit workers'?"
He repeated it in more specific phrases, and he thought he had misheard.
The upper middle class in Amelia had basically made a choice. If they didn't join the Guevara People, they would join Lynch, who had just arrived. But there were more locals who joined the Guevara People.
Most of these people were speculators. Before their homeland completely rented this place to the Guevara as a concession, they had time to leave. But these people didn't leave. They wanted to speculate and gamble.
Once they relied on their status and reputation to cling to the Guevara People's thighs, they could easily become "second only to one family, above tens of thousands of people." Even the ordinary Guevara People weren't as important as them.
Only those who thought that all the decisions they made were stupid, and those who were completely disappointed in the Guevara People, turned to the Federation camp.
There weren't many of these people. For example, the man in front of Lynch felt that the most important thing now was to compete with the Guevara People for the market.
The construction of infrastructure was important, but it couldn't be rushed. What was truly urgent was the entire market. There were less than 20 million people in Amelia, and it could be said that the market was completely empty to this day.
Whoever could seize this market first would be able to harvest a steady stream of wealth for a period of time in the future.
He thought that Lynch would use many methods to win this battle, but he didn't think that he would recruit workers.
"You want to know why?"
Lynch, who was sitting behind the desk, looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of the desk. A confident smile appeared on his face. "Because of kindness. You may not understand, but it doesn't matter. Do as I say. We will first recruit two thousand people in Amelia. Their wages will be similar to the Nagalese …"
He pointed at the middle-aged man who was leaning over. "Do as I say!"
The next morning, after half a month of bloody repression, the weather in Amelia was good. There were no clouds in the sky, and the slightly hot sun shone on the land. The air was filled with the smell of summer.
There were still not many people on the streets. There were more people than a few days ago, but only a little. In fact, the change was not that great.
At half past nine in the morning, two locals appeared on the once busiest street in Amelia.
The broken bricks on the ground and the bullet holes on the walls seemed to record the atrocities committed by some people. The once bustling street was no longer as lively as before.
Some old people who were not afraid of death squatted in the corner. They covered their faces with a cap and seemed to be resting.
Shadows appeared behind the windows of the houses on the side of the road. Some of them looked curiously at the two people holding the sign in their hands.
The sign was hung on the edge of a street lamp with a broken light bulb. People looked at it from afar. It said, "Recruiting factory workers. Daily payment. One dollar (Sol of the Federation)." Below it was a contact address.
It was simple and crude, but the effect … didn't seem to be very good.
It was not only this place. A few places that used to be bustling had this sign. The pay was not high, but it was definitely not low.
Especially now that almost everything in Zhu Lisi had come to a standstill, a job with a daily salary was very tempting to people!
The sun moved from the eastern half of the sky to the southern half of the sky. The sun became brighter, and the temperature rose.
Some old people who were sitting on the side of the road moved to a shady place. Their lifeless eyes looked around aimlessly.
"Should we … send someone to put on a show?"
Someone shook his head. He was a local who had come over to seek refuge.
Without further instructions from Lynch, he didn't dare to act recklessly.
At the same time, there was another group of people who were curious.
"What do you think … What is his purpose for doing this?"
In a window, the merchants from Gaffra looked at the recruitment sign under the sun. They couldn't figure out why Lynch was crazy.
As for the locals, they instinctively looked down on them and even hated them. Even if their factories needed manpower, they would directly ask the locals who relied on them to send suitable workers to them.
But recruitment … Was this thing necessary?
Lynch still had a lot of cheap labor in Nagalil. There was no need for him to recruit workers from the locals. The people here were all mobs.
"Maybe he wants to curry favor with the locals!"
One of the merchants voiced his opinion.
"Curry favor?"
Someone suddenly had a different opinion. "Is it necessary?"
This was also what everyone was puzzled about. Was it necessary to curry favor with these lowly locals?
They couldn't figure it out, but they might as well treat it as a joke. In a shady place, they drank wine with ice cubes, tasted the best pure colors from the Federation, and talked about their vision for the future.
This time, without the restrictions of the nobles, they would definitely create a miracle!
Seeing that noon was about to pass, a henchman suddenly stood by the window and poured wine or moved some ashtrays for everyone. He suddenly whispered, "Someone is applying for the job!"
A few of the Gevra tycoons immediately stood up and went to the window to look at the sign not far away. A thin and weak young man was standing there, asking something.
It wasn't just them. Many people were also looking at the young man.
There were locals, people from the Governor's Mansion, and merchants from the Federation. Only Lin Qi's gaze was absent.
He didn't pay attention to everything here because he knew that this move would succeed!
In fact, his purpose was very simple. He wanted to cultivate impulse spending in the market.
Someone in the Federation had done a survey. In fact, it wasn't just this world. Someone in another world had also done a similar survey.
The subjects of these surveys were workers in factories that used daily goods. The content of the survey was to ask them about their preferences when choosing daily goods.
It was amazing. Most of the workers would choose the goods of their own brand as their first choice. In fact, no one asked them to do so, but they did so.
They would also spontaneously slander the goods of other brands, as if they had shares in the factory.
This kind of strange spending choice and impulse could lead to more things. Blackstone Capital had already shown their strong side here. The next step was to appease them.
Moreover, as non-invaders of the Federation, they were more likely to be recognized by the locals than the Guevara People. Coupled with a series of methods in the future, the Gaffra merchants couldn't compete with the Federation people at all.
At the very least, they couldn't compete with Lynch!
After the first person successfully registered, the second person walked out from the shadows, followed by the third, and the fourth...
More and more people gathered around. Seeing that the dead faces of the Gaffra merchants had gained some color because of the successful registration, the expressions of the Gaffra merchants had changed.
At this moment, Lynch didn't pay attention to the situation here at all. He was talking on the phone.
The person on the other end of the phone was Mark, the nephew of the former mayor of Sabin. Lynch had invited him to work in Amelia because Lynch had a job that he was very familiar with. He could use his experience to complete the job better.