Darkstone Code-Chapter 699 - 0697 Contributing one’s strength to build the whole world
In the room, the president of the Gafura Commerce Association looked at Lynch with a changing expression, somewhat puzzled and unable to understand the current situation.
Logically speaking, Lynch caused them heavy losses. The local people’s hatred toward the Gafura made it impossible for them to recruit workers, while Lynch and other Federation merchants seized this opportunity to gain an advantage during development.
If he were to switch positions and do it, he would never give any opportunity to these people. He would first use locally produced goods and imported goods to crash the market heavily.
He could even use certain politically borderline phrases and sales methods to kidnap the local people’s national spirit.
The president was not unfamiliar with such means, such as the slogan "Not buying means not being an Empire person," which had been used so frequently it had become commonplace. They had used it long ago.
But what he never expected was that Lynch did not play according to the script. He instead proactively helped him, helped the Gafura people solve problems, leaving another question; whether there were other issues involved.
Silent, the president watched Lynch closely. Besides his handsome looks and youthful face, he seemed not to find what he wanted.
"What do you... really want to do?" He couldn’t help but ask.
He didn’t expect Lynch to really answer this question; it was merely an instinctive inquiry when he had no clues.
Lynch confidently smiled, "To make money, nothing more!"
Unable to fathom, the president smacked his lips, "We should also sign a formal contract for this matter." He probed further.
Lynch certainly did not oppose, "Sure, that is proper."
Not sensing any traps, the president finally nodded, as starting work and gaining an advantage was crucial.
Although the aristocracy controlled everything behind Gafura’s capital, the capital itself wouldn’t lose its natural properties due to power constraints.
"Regarding the number of workers, I need to discuss with my friends. So, shall we meet again tomorrow or the day after?"
After Lynch confirmed, he excused himself, avoiding any pointless discussions. Given their opposing positions now, they were still competitors, if not "enemies" for describing their relationship.
Leaving now meant preventing awkwardness.
Watching Lynch’s car leave through the window, the president sat in the study, pondering for a while before picking up the phone and dialing numbers.
Each call received, he’d inform the other party—"I have found a solution to the worker shortage..."
The next morning, ten minutes before the agreed time, everyone was already present.
"This is far the most diligent I’ve seen you behave!" Set to resolve some issues while maintaining his dignity, the president had a decent mood, cracking a jest.
The Gafuras’ time concept is roughly "as long as not late," rarely arriving early. If early, they’d leisurely stroll nearby and present themselves nearing the time.
Today, however, each defied the norm.
"President, if you omit content we aren’t fond of, perhaps it’d be more meaningful to us!" someone immediately retorted, everyone quite impatient now.
The president understood, of course, the difference between a proper joke and detrimental humor.
Clearing his throat, with a magnetic touch, he said, "Yesterday, I spoke with Lynch, he’s willing to fill our employment gaps."
"President, the ’Lynch’ you mentioned, isn’t he the one we know?" someone immediately questioned Lynch’s credibility.
Nodding, the president confirmed, "It is the Lynch you know, the Federation merchant."
"Last night, he approached me and discussed matters, willing to find sufficient workers for us, payout daily, three Fla a day."
Three Fla now exchanging around five Federation Sol, seemed not low, but not high either.
Both Gafura’s workforce standards and Federation’s minimum wage laws offered far higher rates than they suggested here, leaving them worry-free profit margins compared to local conditions.
More importantly, having these workers meant they could start work immediately.
Some voiced opinions too, "President, isn’t this a plot?" expressing suspicion, "Lynch isn’t a good person, allegedly forcing many individuals to death, including affecting our circumstances. Whether counted by him or merely coincidence remains unknown."
"As opponents, him suddenly offering problem-solving assistance seems unlikely out of goodwill."
"Compared to dominating Zuris and other markets, I doubt exploiting workers would earn him anything substantial. Could it be a new trap?"
Discussion ensued, the majority inclined towards the potentiality, Lynch’s prior successes too daunting for anyone to assure safety.
"He’s willing to sign a contract. Gentlemen, we’re not at home; this is the Empire Special Zone operating under international rules." The president retrieved half-smoked pure tobacco, opened, presenting light at his gesture.
Puffing twice, exhaling aromatic smoke, he spoke gradually, "We must adapt, embrace changing tides, incorporate potential issues into contracts."
"Executing by contract alleviates fears of Lynch devising deceitful ploys, we’ve signed contracts after all."
"Then the Governor would have reasons to intervene, allowing us peace of mind..."
Soon consensus was reached, estimating a workforce gap of forty thousand.
Actually fewer than forty thousand, ensuring accuracy they increased to forty, with two or three thousand available for flexible deployment.
Upon informing Lynch, he was delighted.
A mere two Federation Sol for Nagariel people, leaving over two more as profit.
Forty thousand workers, generating roughly a hundred thousand daily profit, merely in Zuris. If Amelia regions extensively utilized his workforce, he’d earn millions daily!
Though unlikely everywhere depends on his workforce, large-scale seldom happens there, believes augmentation triggers immense labor demand.
Gafura homeland nearly depleted its resources, packed with surplus nobles and capital on crowded isles, compelling the Emperor’s drive on Amelia.
They need transitioning from an isle nation to continental.
Once production recovery and construction finishing, Amelia’s growth accelerated; more possessions moved from home, light, heavy industry, process, manufacturing...
Every enterprise demands massive populations, considering present fragile "racial nerves" Gafura people approach stability through concession.
They avoid further triggering local nerves, perilous tasks still, offering decent salaries could Nagariel willing endure, surviving harsh conditions, even if occasional fatalities.
In finalizing rapid high-intensity development, labor merely represents consumables.
Locals resist consumption triggering conflict even, choosing collaboration with Lynch becomes inevitable, long-term partnership!
Future demands solely expand, won’t diminish.
Ensuring thriving business, Lynch would employ nursing-home mentality running factories in Amelia...
Another day passed, under City Hall’s supervision witnessed, signing the "Labor Employment Contract" amidst numerous reporters, mayor announced reopening tides swiftly approached; urban renewal plans surfaced.
"Do not crowd, adhere to order!" at Nagariel’s port, police wielding batons regulated external people, impeding chaotic rush faced immediate expulsion.
Order relatively maintained, those receiving basic literacy training marginally better behaved than past Nagariel folk did not fuss.
Holding "Overseas Work Passport," carrying clothes preparing to board vessel.
To minimize transport expenses, Lynch directed shipping company employ cargo logistics for people transport.
Not passenger ships, incapable of sizable crowds, whereas cargo delivers appropriately.
Only a three-day voyage between Nagariel and Amelia, housing within containers, ventilated of course; shipping company abstains from canning strategy.
Food, drink adequately provided, doctors accompanied, transportation thus cost-effective.
Outside docks surged proportionally larger crowd, ever since Lynch’s "Federation Labor" actively deploying labor ignited Nagariel society news outlets.
Simple reason, overseas employment grants one Fla seventy-five daily wage, approximating secondary worker earnings, plus twenty-five for meals, equaling two Fla daily.
By heavens, never before such profitable prospects emerged in Nagariel!
Nearly every basic literacy trained locals registered immediately; overflowing amounts inevitably excluded others begging entry.
Positioned to them, not the unknown black hole, rather bright future!
