Inside the room, the president of the Gevra Chamber of Commerce looked at Lynch with an uncertain expression. He was a little confused and didn't know what was going on.
Logically speaking, Lynch had caused them to suffer heavy losses. The hatred of the locals towards the Gevra Chamber of Commerce prevented them from recruiting workers. On the other hand, Lynch and the other merchants of the Federation took advantage of this opportunity to gain an advantage.
If he were in their shoes, he would definitely not give them any opportunities. He would first use the local products and imported products to attack the market.
He would even use certain words and marketing methods that crossed the boundary of politics to kidnap the spirit of the locals.
The president of the Chamber of Commerce was no stranger to this method. For example, the slogan "You are not a citizen of the Empire if you don't buy" had been used a long time ago.
But what he didn't expect was that Lynch didn't follow the script. Instead, he took the initiative to help him and the Guevara People solve the problem. Now, there was another question. Were there other problems?
The president of the Chamber of Commerce was silent. He carefully looked at Lynch. Other than his handsome and young face, he didn't seem to find what he was looking for.
"You … What do you want to do?"
He couldn't help but ask.
He didn't expect Lynch to really answer this question. He was just asking subconsciously because he didn't have a clue.
Lynch smiled naturally. "To make money, that's all!"
Unable to figure it out, the president pursed his lips. "We also need to sign a formal contract for this."
He probed further.
Lynch naturally wouldn't object. "Sure, that's what I should do."
The president didn't seem to feel that there was a trap. After all, it was too important to start a business first.
Although the capital of the Gevra Chamber of Commerce was controlled by the nobles, the capital itself wouldn't completely lose its nature just because it was restrained by the power of the nobles.
"About the number of people, I need to talk to my friends. Shall we meet again tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"
After giving a positive answer, Lynch took the initiative to leave. He didn't continue to talk about any useless topics. From the standpoint of both sides at this moment, they were still competitors. The word "enemy" could even be used to describe their relationship.
If they didn't leave now, it would only be awkward for them to continue chatting.
Watching Lynch's car drive away through the window, the president of the Chamber of Commerce sat in the study room and thought for a while. Then he picked up the phone and dialed the other people's numbers.
After every call was connected, he would tell the other party, "I have a way to solve the problem of the lack of workers …"
The next morning, more than ten minutes before the appointed time, everyone had already arrived.
"This is the most hardworking I've ever seen you all!"
Since he was about to solve some problems and maintain his dignity, the Chamber of Commerce's President was in a good mood. He cracked a small joke.
The Guevara People's concept of time was similar to "as long as you're not late," and they rarely arrived early. Sometimes, even if they arrived early, they would walk around nearby and only show up when it was close to time.
But today, these people made an exception.
"Sir President, if you can omit the content that we don't like, it might be more meaningful to us!"
Someone immediately retorted. Now, everyone was very impatient.
The president of the Chamber of Commerce also knew that an appropriate joke was a joke, but an inappropriate one was hurtful.
He cleared his throat and said in a slightly magnetic voice, "I talked to Lynch yesterday, and he's willing to fill our manpower gap."
"Sir President, is the 'Lin Qi' you're talking about the one I know?"
Someone immediately raised their doubts about Lin Qi.
The president nodded, "It's the one you know, the businessman from the Federation, Lynch."
"Last night, he found me and talked to me. He's willing to find enough workers for us. The wages will be daily, three dollars a day."
Three dollars of Kevlar could be exchanged for about five Federation Sols. This wage didn't seem low, but it wasn't high at all.
Whether it was the Kevlar's local wage standard or the Federation's minimum wage, it was far higher than the standard they offered. Therefore, they weren't losing out. At least, compared to the local market, they had more room for profit.
More importantly, with these workers, they would be able to start work immediately.
Someone also voiced his opinion, "Sir President, could this be a conspiracy?"
He then explained, "We all know that Lynch isn't a good person. It's said that he forced many people to their deaths, including our current situation. We don't know if this is part of his plan."
"As a competitor, he suddenly proposed to solve our problems. I don't think he's that kind."
"Compared to Zhuris and other regions, I don't think he can make more money by exploiting workers. Could this be a new trap?"
Everyone began to talk about it. Most people thought that it was possible. Lin Qi's previous battle record was too outstanding. No one dared to guarantee that this was definitely safe.
"He's willing to sign a contract with us. Gentlemen, this isn't the local market. This is the special region of the Empire. Everything here is operated according to international rules."
The president of the Chamber of Commerce took out the half-smoked Pure Color, opened the lid, and took it out. Immediately, someone held a blowtorch for him.
He took two deep breaths and exhaled a thick but pleasant smell of smoke. Then, he said slowly, "We also have to adapt to this trend and this change. We have to write everything that we think might be problematic into the contract."
"As long as we follow the contract, we don't have to be afraid that Lynch will come up with some dirty tricks to deceive us. After all, we signed the contract."
"When the time comes, His Excellency will have a reason to intervene, so we can completely relax …"
Everyone quickly reached a consensus and discussed a rough labor shortage of forty thousand people.
In fact, it was less than forty thousand people, but in order to avoid any mistakes, they increased the number to forty thousand, which was two or three thousand people that could be mobilized flexibly.
When they told Lynch this number, Lynch was very happy.
He only had to give the Nagalians less than two dollars of Federation Sol, and then the remaining two dollars would be profit.
Forty thousand people, almost a hundred thousand dollars of profit per day, and this was only in Julis City. If all the cities in Amelia used a large number of his workers, this labor force could bring him millions of dollars of profit per day!
Even if it was impossible to use his labor force everywhere, and the scale was not as large as here, he believed that as the scale of the industry upgraded, the labor shortage would only increase.
The resources in Gefra were almost fully developed, and the crowded island was crowded with nobles and capital who had nowhere to go. This was also the reason why the Emperor of the Empire was determined to stick to Amelia.
They needed to change from an island country to a land country.
With the completion of the initial production and construction, the development of Amelia would only speed up. By then, more and more things would be transferred from the mainland to here. Light industry, heavy industry, processing industry, manufacturing industry …
These enterprises needed a large number of people. Compared to the extraordinarily sensitive "racial nerves" now, the Guevara people would gradually learn to compromise in order to stabilize them.
They would not continue to provoke the nerves of the locals, but some jobs were not so safe. With a large difference in wages, the Nagalians were willing to work hard without complaint. They could be beaten and scolded, and it did not matter if a few of them died occasionally.
In this urgent and high-intensity process of development, labor was a consumable.
The locals were not so easy to consume, and it was easy to cause antagonism and even unrest. The only choice they had was to cooperate with Lynch, and a long-term cooperation!
In the future, the gap would only get bigger and bigger, and definitely not smaller and smaller.
In order to make his business better and better, Lynch would definitely open a factory in Amelia with the attitude of opening a nursing home …
After another day, the two parties signed the Labor Employment Contract under the supervision and witness of the City Hall. In front of the many reporters, the mayor said that the wave of resumption of work would soon come, and a new round of city construction would also be put on the agenda.
"Don't push, keep order!"
At the port of Nagalil, some policemen were holding batons to maintain order outside the crowd. Occasionally, when someone ran around, they would whip them with their batons and drive them away.
The scene was orderly. At least these Nagalians, who had received basic literacy education and had made some progress compared to before, did not mess around.
They were holding a "Work Abroad Passport" in their hands and carrying a change of clothes on their backs, preparing to board the ship.
In order to save transportation costs, Lynch asked the shipping company here to transport the people over according to the way they transported goods.
It was not a passenger ship. A passenger ship could not transport so many people, and the cost was higher. On the contrary, a cargo ship was more suitable.
It was only a three-day journey from Nagalil to Amelia. During this process, the people would be loaded into containers. Of course, the containers would open, and the shipping company did not intend to make canned food.
There was food, drink, ventilation, and doctors on board, so the transportation costs were reduced immediately.
At this time, there were more people outside the port. Since Lynch's "Federation Labor" company began to send workers abroad, the local society of Nagalil had been blown up by this news.
The reason was very simple. Everyone who went abroad for labor service could get one dollar a day and seventy-five cents, which was basically the salary of a second-level worker. In addition, there was also twenty-five cents of food allowance, which was almost equivalent to two dollars per person per day!
God, when did Nagalil have such a lucrative job?
Almost all the locals who went through the literacy class began to sign up. Even so, there were still many who could not participate. They begged outside, hoping to get in.
For them, it was not a black hole leading to the unknown, but a bright future!