After Akemili got what he wanted from Lynch, he took the initiative to leave. He still had work to do later.
With the return of the Federation's merchants, some factories had begun to resume production. At this time, transportation had become very important.
But in such a short time, in a moment of life, Akemili had gained what he thought was the most precious wealth in his life.
This wealth was not money, not jewelry, not anything concrete. It was spiritual wealth, a guide to clear the fog and let him bathe in the sunlight.
He sincerely thanked Lynch for what he said. He now had some ideas. He would work hard, and then go to the Federation to study hard, improve himself, and then bring his harvest back to Nagalil to tell more people.
He would watch the changes of the Nagalil people, watch the backward and ignorant country return to prosperity. Perhaps it would take many years for it to become the country Akemili dreamed of. He would always watch, watch it become a happy country from its current state!
Glancing at Akemili's back, Lynch paid a little attention to the young man. He felt that he could give Akemili some opportunities to become a Level 3 employee faster, and then go to the Federation to study.
The ruling class of Nagalil had indeed recognized their shortcomings with the "help" of the Federation, and were willing to cooperate with the Federation to build a beautiful home. But there were still some people in the lower class, and their ideas were obviously a little contrary to the mainstream.
They thought that the Federation's interference in Nagalil was not good. Many of these people were members of the grassroots organizations left behind by the former Nagalil Youth Party.
Low education, poverty, laziness, and saw their own laziness as the injustice of the world. These people were still thinking of the old way of expelling foreigners. As long as this idea existed, it would have a chance to infect others.
It was not a good idea to deal with these people from a physical point of view, but if someone could re-infect them in their own way, let them know how to be grateful and how to fight, it was also a good thing.
After this episode, the machines and raw materials in the factory soon arrived.
During this period of time, many factories had been abandoned, and some shops had also been abandoned. There were many things that did not belong to anyone, so Lynch did not need to spend too much money.
The local workers hired from the streets followed the recipe that Lynch and Mark gave them and mixed all the ingredients together. They successfully made a kind of biscuit that was slightly earthy green in color.
It was hard to describe its color, but it was undeniable that its fragrance was very tempting.
"We removed some of the easily peeled off tissues and fishy smell by soaking them in high temperature. Then, we cut them into segments …"
Mark picked up a biscuit and introduced it to Lynch. In fact, the first batch was a failure. The color was a little strange, greenish-purple, and there was a very fishy smell.
It wasn't the fishy smell of animals or fish, but the smell of grass.
It was the height of summer, and the plants were flourishing. The smell of the wild grass was especially strong.
Later, Mark used his experience in the food factory and chatted with the engineer. Before putting the grass into the feed, they first used high temperature to kill it and then used a drum washer to wash off the skin and the easily peeled parts, as well as the grass juice, leaving only the tasteless light yellow fiber.
The other non-food ingredients were also processed in the same way. Now, the biscuit only had a faint fragrance of milk powder, and there was no smell of grass.
"Have you tried it?"
Lynch picked up a piece. It was about the size of an adult's palm. 70% of it was non-nutritious grass fiber, 15% was whole wheat, and the rest was all kinds of nutritious things, including various kinds of meat powder, fish powder, crustacean powder, nuts and so on.
Right, there was also milk.
These things mixed together to bake the biscuit was very complete. This completeness was mainly due to the plant fiber inside.
Mark looked at the biscuit on the plate and did not know how to answer for a moment. He definitely did not eat it. This kind of thing … was not for people to eat at all!
Until now, he still felt that way.
Lynch did not hesitate to take a piece, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.
He then stretched out his other hand to take the biscuit. Because the biscuit was not completely separated, there were still some plant fibers connected to each other.
He chewed carefully and said, "The length of the fiber is still too long. You can continue to make it a little thicker, but not so long. It's not convenient to eat."
His tongue and teeth cut the biscuit bit by bit. In fact, the biscuit was not dirty or poisonous. Its main ingredients were just some common plants that were not nutritious.
The Federation people's concept of "vegetables" was still the supermarket shelves. In fact, in many countries, some plants that were considered "grass" by the Federation people had long been served on people's dining tables.
Not to mention, this biscuit contained wheat flour, various meat powder, nuts, and vegetables. It greatly satisfied the nutritional needs of a normal person.
"The taste is a little bland. Add more seasoning, cheap seasoning. After all, we are not here to do charity."
He put the remaining half of the biscuit back on the plate. "When you think it's good to eat, you can start production. But do it as soon as possible."
"There are millions of people in this city waiting for this food to fill their stomachs. Don't ruin our first business deal!"
As he said that, he bid farewell to the others and left in the car.
Sitting in the car, he was in a good mood. These cheap biscuits were meant to compete with the current relief food.
The Guevara People also needed capital to distribute these relief food. Because of the sea transportation, some merchant ships were not willing to come through the Uperial Strait, and they were even more unwilling to make a detour to come here.
Many supplies could only be transported by land. Without considering the resistance and attacks of the anti-government forces, the cost of land transportation was much higher than the cost of sea transportation.
Therefore, Lynch was very confident that he could get this order. When the time came, it might not just be Julis, but a few other cities.
However, he did not think of getting all the orders from all the cities. The biggest taboo in business was to be full to the point of vomiting while others were still hungry.
He would leave some for others, whether it was the people of the Federation or the Guevara People.
Just as Lynch was preparing to go all out, the merchants of Guevara were dumbfounded because they could not find any workers.
In the recruitment area of the Guevara People, the signboards they set up were much better than the signboards of the Federation. The handwriting was also better, and there was even a hint of cursive.
On the signboards, there were detailed requirements and benefits for each type of work. In order to start production as soon as possible, the merchants of Guevara even raised the wage slightly.
But even so, after a whole day, there were only a few workers in the city.
It wasn't that no one was willing to go, but in such an environment, even those who wanted to earn a little more were held hostage by group morality. Even if they had to die, they wouldn't risk their lives for the Gaffra people.
The gentlemen sitting in the room with fans blowing on them were a little anxious. If they could not find workers, the factory could not start production.
If the factory could not start production, they could only watch as the Federation took over the market bit by bit.
This was no longer the Empire's Amelia Province. This was the Empire's' Special District '.
The nobles' cake game was not going to work here. Everyone had to do their best to fight for it!
It was terrible to lose the initiative!
In the silence, someone suggested, "Increase the pay …"
Soon, a henchman ran in front of the signboard, erased the previous wage, and wrote a new one. But the effect was not very good.
It couldn't be helped. Not long ago, the Guafra had executed a large number of locals on a large scale. For a city that didn't have a particularly large population, everyone had more or less met each other a few times, and even had some connections.
These killings had made the local society's impression of the Guevara People extremely bad. If they did not use administrative methods like expropriation, it would be very difficult for them to recruit more people in a short period of time.
But this was the Special District of the Empire. The governor's office did not interfere with the development of the city.
The merchants could not get help from their backers. They had to cater to the market.
If the Empire wanted to change, the merchants had to adapt.
In two days, the merchants of the Guevara Merchant Guild had expected to recruit seven to eight thousand people, but they had only recruited less than a thousand.
Among these thousand people, many of them were repulsive. Normally, if they were placed on the streets, their eyeballs would be gouged out just by looking at them.
"This is not enough to go around!"
The chairman's expression was not good. He had contacted the governor in private yesterday to ask if he could use some methods, such as forcing people to work.
However, the governor rejected his suggestion and warned him that all the rules here had been approved by the Empire's Emperor.
If he wanted to use administrative orders, he had to convince the Emperor first.
Convincing the Emperor was not an easy task. Even if he had the backing behind him, it would be difficult to do so.
A merchant said unhappily, "Our wages are almost twice that of the Federation. Even if we do the same business, we have to strictly control the cost. It will be difficult for us to compete with the Federation."
"The cost of workers is too high. If we don't find a way to lower it, we may lose the market here!"
These words were indeed not alarmist words. "For the same product, the cost of the Federation's production is only one dollar, but the Gefran's cost is one dollar and twenty cents. Just this difference of twenty cents is enough to crush the Gefran to death!"
"That's not important!"
The chairman knocked on the table with an unhappy expression, "The most important thing for us is to start work. Everyone, did the people behind you not tell you anything?"