Lynch knew how terrible it was to go hungry. He had gone on a hunger strike before.
At that time, he was still very young and did not understand the meaning and value of life. He naively thought that going on a hunger strike was a last resort. Even now, when he recalled that feeling, he shuddered in fear.
Mark did not know about this. He had never experienced it. Perhaps he was still naive enough to think that people exchanged their dignity for food because they did not want to work. In fact, they just wanted to live.
The convoy soon disappeared at the end of the empty street.
After lunch, Lynch did not give Mark any more time to rest. He went straight to a factory on the edge of Juris City to look at it.
In fact, there were also food factories and empty factories in the city, but Lynch did not like those places. When he was chatting with Governor Seder, he had talked about the plan to redevelop Juris City. With the Empire District as the core, everything within a few kilometers would be demolished and relocated.
Ameria was a special region of the Guevara Empire. It was also a window to the whole world. Whether the Guevara People were cruel, stupid, or arrogant, they would all be shown here.
The Emperor had a strange idea. It might have something to do with the increasing pressure he was under. After all, there were always people who blamed him for the rise of the Federation.
Well, that was a joke, but it was true that Juris City had changed a lot.
When that time came, there would not be any compensation. This was not the Federation, and it was not another world. At most, they would be given a little more, but it would take a lot of time. Demolition, relocation, reconstruction, relocation, and restarting all took time.
It was best to arrange for it to be in the suburbs. It was simple and would not be affected by future plans.
The factory Lynch was looking at was not small. It was said that before the war, it was a factory that specialized in making hats. After the war, the factory changed to producing military supplies.
After the war, everything was packed up and taken away. Only an empty factory was left. The factory owner did not know what to do. His country had left him nothing but an empty shell.
"The factory has three workshops and two warehouses. It can accommodate up to four to five hundred people working here at the same time."
The owner of the factory was telling Lynch and Mark about the glorious history of the factory. "We can produce up to two thousand hats a day, and at the very least, we can produce more than one hundred hats a day. We also do OEM for other leather products..."
According to the factory owner's description, this was the place where his grandfather, his father, and himself, three generations of the family had realized their dreams and pursued a better life.
From his nostalgic and proud face, it was clear that he was very proud of all of this.
"… Until the war broke out. Everything was over."
"They forced us to produce helmets and water bottles, as well as various waterproof boxes. They dismantled my machinery and took it away, and made me pay the wages of the workers."
"In the end, they took everything away and left me with this empty place. Mr. Lynch, Mr. Mark, can you understand how I feel?"
The factory owner was a little agitated. He had a slightly twisted smile on his face, and his eyes were red. "I'm bankrupt. What's even more ridiculous is that I didn't go bankrupt because of the Gaffra invasion. I went bankrupt because my motherland abandoned me. They took everything away from me."
"That's why I didn't leave with the others. Even if I did, I don't know what I can do. They might think that I'm a spy for the Guafra people and hang me!" "That's why I didn't leave with them.
At this point, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes and exhaled the air that he had been holding for a while. "Sorry, I was a little emotional."
"I understand!"
Lynch was very easy-going. He pointed to the houses and asked, "How much do you plan to sell these places for?"
The factory owner looked at the houses that carried the dreams of three generations. He looked at the faded slogans on the factory walls and sneered. He shook his head and looked away. "This place is about 20,000 square meters, and the transportation is very convenient. Whether it's to the station or to the dock, it's at least … 50,000 Fra."
After the Guevara People occupied this area, they forced the people to use Fra through the Concession Currency Law. After the initial stage of coercion, almost all the people here used Fra as the currency. They didn't resist this issue.
"Too much!"
Lynch shook his head. "About 90,000 Sol. It's too much. It's not worth that price."
The factory owner kicked a stone on the ground without batting an eyelid. "Mr. Lynch, what's your ideal price?"
"I can give you 9,000 Federation Sol, which is 5,000 Fra."
Mark originally thought that with 50,000 Fra, he'd ask for 35,000 Fra, and then sell it for 40,000 Fra. It was a very reasonable price, and he'd cut the price by about 20%.
However, he didn't expect Lynch to touch a zero.
The factory owner was stunned for a long time. He looked at Lynch as if he didn't understand the international language. His hair curled into the shape of a few question marks under the gentle breeze.
"Sorry, did you just say … 5,000 Fra?"
The factory owner still couldn't believe it. When Lynch nodded, he became agitated again. "That's impossible, Mr. Lynch. 5,000 Fra isn't even enough to renovate these houses. What's more, the land under our feet isn't cheap!"
"I heard that the governor has new ideas for the city. Once the city is expanded, the price of the land here will increase rapidly. I'm already offering this price for the sake of our friendship!"
He glanced at his friend standing not far away who had already defected to the Federation.
Suddenly, he felt that this wasn't a good deal because these people from the Federation were greedier and scarier. He had never seen such a haggling in his life.
Lynch waited for him to finish, then stomped the ground. "The land is worthless …" He looked at the factory owner and wanted to explain. He stretched out his finger and shook it twice. "Listen to me, friend.
For you, for the Guevara People, there are two things that are worthless.
"One is a human life. A bullet can be exchanged for a human life for about 40 frats."
"The second is the land."
As long as a person dies, the land will be ownerless. "
The factory owner's expression turned a little ugly. Lynch didn't care when he said this. He wasn't sure if this was a warning or a threat. In short, he felt that no matter what purpose Lynch wanted to express, he had succeeded.
Lynch didn't stop after he finished speaking. He continued, "Secondly, there are many people in Amelia who don't have jobs now. If I hire a thousand people to build these houses and give each of them a dollar, it might only take three thousand dollars to build all the houses.
As for the materials … they are everywhere! "
"So, I think that five thousand Fra is a very reasonable price. Not only can you sell your worthless land to me in exchange for a rare sum of cash, but you can also gain my friendship at the same time, sir."
"You can think about it. Call me when you've made up your mind. I'll be over there …"
As he spoke, he led Mark to the side. Mark followed behind Lynch as if he was meeting him for the first time. He looked at Lynch's back as he walked away.
Lynch was like a nice guy back in the Federation. It was rare to see such a terrifying aggressiveness on his face. But now, he saw it.
Lynch had threatened others with some terrible consequences several times. Mark didn't know if it was just a threat or if he would really do it!
"I've asked someone to look around. We don't need to buy new machines. There are some nearby. The machines will be brought over tomorrow. I've also recruited workers for you. You just need to produce the things we need as soon as possible."
Mark's palms were sweaty, and he didn't look too good. It was as if he had been constipated for a long time. "The situation here is a little complicated. I might not be able to do it well."
Lynch smiled and patted him on the arm. "You have experience. I believe you can do it well, right?"
Mark hesitated for a while before nodding. "I'll work hard."
"That's right. There's nothing that can't be solved with hard work. If you can't do it, it only proves that you haven't worked hard enough …"
While Lynch was recommending some nutritional soup, the factory owner seemed to have made a decision. He took the initiative to walk over and looked at Lynch for a while. Then, he sighed and reached out his hand. "It's yours!"
"You won't be disappointed by your decision. I can guarantee it!"
Then, the driver took out 5,000 Kevlar and handed it to the factory owner. The factory owner looked at the money in his hand and his mouth moved.
He wanted to curse.
If his motherland and the Guevara People had shattered the dreams of three generations of his family, then Lynch was the guy who threw this shattered dream to the ground and stomped on it a few times.
The dreams of three generations were only worth 5,000 Kevlar!
Dreams were worthless in these turbulent times!
After arranging things here, Lin Qi came over early in the morning the next day.
Because he came early, he unexpectedly met the young man he had seen a few times before, a driver from Najalil.
Akumali had been thinking for a while. The changes in Amerika made him realize that violence could not bring about lasting peace. He began to continue studying the society of the Federation.
He found that the society of the Federation could be as stable as it was now, not because they were violent. On the contrary, their people loved freedom, peace, and equality more than anyone else.
He urgently wanted to understand the Federation and have a deeper understanding of the Federation. When he saw Lynch, he suddenly wanted to talk to Lynch.
Looking at the truck driver not far away who wanted to come over but was a little restrained and did not dare to come over, Lynch waved at him.
Most of the time, Lynch was a kind, easy-going, gentle, kind, and compassionate person.
Like now.