Some things were destined to be difficult to let go of, such as hatred.
Invaders, butchers, executioners, demons …
These words seemed to be very suitable for the Guevara People, especially the locals.
It was not easy for people to work for the Guevara People under the pressure of public opinion, but most of the people who were angry in their hearts remained silent.
They might not continue to resist the Guevara People's rule, but it was impossible for them to take the initiative to work for the Guevara People in a short period of time.
It seemed unrealistic. The Guevara People had just stabbed the locals a few times, and the locals could only cover their bloody wounds while helping them earn money.
Without workers, there was no way to start construction. More importantly, the Gavra people were not the only ones who could touch the market here. The people of the Federation could also touch it, which led to an unexpected situation.
Competition!
The Guevara people and even the Emperor were very concerned about this. There was a rumor that the Emperor of the Guevara People had lost in the competition with the Federation, and he hoped that the capitalists of the Guevara People could help him salvage the situation.
In a fair environment, they could defeat the merchants of the Federation.
As the ruler of the country, the Emperor's wish became the wish of some of the nobles. Therefore, many people behind the merchants told them that they had to show good results as soon as possible.
When everyone heard the president of the Chamber of Commerce say this, their expressions became even worse.
After hesitating for a long time, the president of the Chamber of Commerce sighed again. "Continue to increase the wages. We can't use the previous methods anymore. The Federation people will keep an eye on us, and they expect us to break the rules. We can only compete with them within the rules.
This time, we suffered a loss at the hands of the Federation people, but they won't let it go so easily! "
The president of the Chamber of Commerce did not show much emotion. He had already expected this worst-case scenario.
Ever since the Federation people caught the "criminals" and did not deal with them, and instead sent them to the Guevara People, everyone felt that something was wrong. However, this feeling was ignored by the strong desire for revenge.
They smiled as they watched the rows of locals being sent to the execution ground, ending their ugly and sinful lives with a gunshot.
The mountains of corpses always woke people up in the middle of the night. Now, retribution had come.
He came back to his senses, licked his lips, and looked at the others. "If we raise the salary even higher, it may cause an increase in labor costs in a short period of time, but these costs are far less than the wages of local workers."
"We can first process some semi-finished products locally to reduce the labor shortage here. After a period of cooling down, people will still join us."
"Life has to move forward, gentlemen. As long as we can recruit the number of workers we need, Lynch and the other Federation merchants will have to raise their wages."
"One side is a salary of three to five yuan a day, and the other side is a salary of seventy cents a day. Gentlemen, if you were to choose, which one would you choose?"
The merchants in the room immediately reacted with smiles on their faces. "You're absolutely right, Mr. President. As long as we can survive this period, Lynch's labor costs will also increase. We can even target his employees …"
The atmosphere in the room livened up. Everyone had their own ideas. Many of these people's ideas were shameless, but they had to admit that what they said was true.
Hatred was not easy to let go of, but when there was something more important than hatred, hatred could only be put aside.
For example, hunger, family, life, and the most important thing to live on …
Soon, the salary on the board at the Guevara People's recruitment office rose to three yuan. The unit was in Kevlar, which was about five yuan in Federation saul. It was a little more than three times Lynch's salary.
After raising the price, there were a few more people. Seeing this scene, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
The president of the Chamber of Commerce made a suggestion. "I'll talk to the governor about appeasing the local people. We may hold some charity events later. You should all attend."
The others naturally nodded. The Federation was not the only one good at using charity to rope in the lower strata of society. The Guevara People were also good at it.
However, they were not happy for long. Someone ran up to them, panting. "Sir President... I just came from the Federation. They also got a raise..."
Seeing that the lackey was almost out of breath, the president asked someone to bring him a glass of water. After saying a word of thanks, he drank the water in five mouthfuls.
The expression on the president's face did not change. He asked softly, "How much did their salary increase?"
"One yuan eighty cents in Federation saul!"
The president looked at a guy who looked like an assistant beside him. The guy immediately said, "About one yuan in Kevlar."
"So we're still three times their salary?"
There was not much worry on the president's face. "Are there many people on their side?"
"Many... they're all people!"
After all, the Federation people did not carry out a massacre in front of everyone. This was sufficient emotional relief and there were more options for them to vent their anger.
It was like a person who had to make a choice between an enemy who killed their father and a stranger. Even if the stranger's offer was not very good, people would be more inclined to the stranger than the enemy who killed their father.
However, it was useless to talk about this now. From the beginning, they had been "deceived" by Lynch.
The oppressive atmosphere did not dissipate even after everyone left. Instead, it became even more silent.
He could recruit many people with less money. On the other hand, they could only recruit some old men with three times the salary. Although they knew that the gap would not be as obvious in the future, they still felt frustrated.
These businessmen had not been tempered by the free market and seemed a little immature.
The president of the Chamber of Commerce ate a little and drank a little wine in the evening. When he was about to go to bed early, the butler came to his study. "Master, Mr. Lynch wants to talk to you."
"Ask him... Who are you talking about?"
The president suddenly sat up straight. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the butler outside the door through the gap between a pair of glasses and his forehead.
The butler maintained his humble posture. "Mr. Lynch, master."
Subconsciously, the president wanted to refuse to meet with Lynch, but he stopped this impulse. After thinking for a while, he took off his glasses and stood up. "Bring him to the living room. I'll change my clothes and come over."
It only took a few minutes for the president to change into a set of casual clothes. He still did not know why Lynch came to see him. Was he mocking him?
Or what?
The moment he walked down the stairs, the serious expression on his face turned into a warm smile. "Good evening, Mr. Lynch. You should've called me first. That way, I could've changed my clothes in advance!"
He took the initiative to greet him.
Compared to the Gevra nobles, who still retained their rigid traditions, the sofa was a much faster thing for the Gevra commoners and capitalists, especially the capitalists. Most of them had a sofa, and they were used to enjoying it.
"Please forgive me for my sudden visit."
The two shook hands hypocritically and then sat down separately.
After a few simple greetings, such as "the weather is good today," Lynch cut to the chase.
"I heard today that you didn't recruit many workers?"
How could one offend a Gefran businessman?
The president's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He lowered his head to hide the dissatisfaction in his eyes. "Isn't it embarrassing?"
"Embarrassing?"
Lynch raised his voice slightly. "No, of course not. I don't mean to make fun of you and other friends. I'm not here to show off."
"I'm just doing my duty as a qualified businessman. I saw a market, and I happen to have the ability to supply it. That's why I'm here."
Lynch spoke slowly and clearly, but the president still did not understand. "I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Lynch."
At this time, the butler brought in tea and snacks. After the butler left, Lynch casually picked up a very delicate pastry.
The Guevara People always spent their time on things they didn't need. Of course, this was what they meant by "life."
"You can't hire people, but I have a lot of workers. We can use some methods to make these people work for you."
"This solves the inconvenience of having to feed these people, and at the same time, you can recruit enough workers. For both of us, this is a win-win situation."
The president thought for a while, then frowned and said, "I just figured out one thing. You mean to make your people work for me, and then I'll pay you, or them, a salary. Is that right?"
Lynch's smile became brighter. "That's right. But it's not paying them, it's paying me, and then I'll pay them."
"You know, it's not easy to make money!"
The president laughed when he heard this. "Then why don't I just give them the money and hire them directly?"
Lynch also said the reason without hesitation, "Because you can't hire people!"
The president looked at Lynch with a strange expression. "But we can hire enough people in the end!"
"You'll miss out on the entire market because of this!"
Lynch's counterattack was so fast that the president's mind couldn't keep up with it.
The president frowned. He was more or less interested in Lynch's words. "How much per person?"
Lynch's smile returned to his face. "I saw your recruitment board. It's three Fra per day. I can give you a slightly discounted price. Two dollars and eighty cents. You can pay in Fra or Sol."
The president was still a little angry at this time. He said with a fake smile, "We need a lot of workers. Do you have that many workers?"
Lynch smiled so hard that his back teeth were almost showing. "As many as you want!"