"This time I recruited about thirteen hundred people..." Asir mentioned this with some headache because Lynch’s requirements were much higher, but after careful selection, he only chose this many.
For example, those who are too skinny are not acceptable. These people are generally not healthy and cannot perform physical labor, keeping them would be burdensome.
If they fall ill, we will have to treat them, and if they unfortunately die in the factory, it will be another trouble.
After this turmoil, Nagariel has indeed seen some changes and has become more sensitive to certain issues.
For instance, those who seem shady cannot be hired. Nagariel has its share of hooligans, as any society does with good and bad people.
These individuals won’t work sincerely; they only want to get free food, wages, and extort other workers.
If such people are recruited, the whole factory will soon be in chaos.
Such minor issues are not considered by Asir in the recruitment of workers, which is why he could only recruit over thirteen hundred people, but these are all robust young men.
Each person looks spirited and strong; they should be very capable of working.
Lynch nodded with indifference and broached the real purpose for recruiting workers across regions, "How is the publicity working?"
Asir’s expression was somewhat strange, but he nodded, "Overall, the effects are good. During our recruitment process, some people came spontaneously, not just those we reached out to."
Asir couldn’t help but ask, "Boss, how did you come up with this idea?" He added, "I mean printing those words on clothes and distributing them halfly selling halfly giving away to others?"
Before Lynch came to Nagariel, there was already a plan for a home workshop in Sabin City.
At that time, the mayor required merchants like them to quickly devise solutions to address unemployment and help families in need through tough times. Lynch offered a good job opportunity compared to others who only d money or goods.
On one hand, he bought a large amount of production materials and low-cost machinery from bankrupt factories for almost free, then rented out the machines to families in need and provided them with almost free raw materials on credit, having them produce according to his requirements.
For each piece of clothing produced, after deducting the "price" of the clothing’s cost, Lynch would pay these people varying fees ranging from a few cents to one or two dollars.
It seemed like a charity, but those machines also had depreciation and rental costs, so Lynch’s actual cost was lower than people thought. Updates are released by novel✶fire.net
These clothes, valued at only a few cents, once piled up like mountains; some ridiculed it as a failed investment catering to the mayor’s desires, but those people would never understand that the business requires a vision beyond short-term operations.
Those clothes, once regarded as failed rubbish, are now not just selling well in Nagariel; appearances of these clothes are seen even in the Amelia Region and some even farther regions.
Low cost is its winning trump card. In Nagariel, a not-so-new piece of clothing might cost around three hundred Nagariel Currency, but these premium clothes from the Federation cost less than two hundred Nagariel Currency, so those with a bit of money are willing to buy a piece.
As for the words printed on these clothes, like "Darkstone Group," "Darkstone Fund," "Darkstone Security," and other similar company names, they are not considered flaws by the locals.
Some people even believe that these words indicate the clothes’ origin from the Federation and attest to their fine quality, making wearing them a trend.
Alongside Asir actively recruiting everywhere, the frequent appearance of Lynch-related content and "Darkstone" company information in newspapers made people gradually accept Lynch and his company, which became a natural occurrence.
Upon hearing that Darkstone’s company was recruiting, those wearing clothes marked with various Darkstone enterprise insignias volunteered themselves before Asir, expressing their desire to contribute to Master Lynch.
Asir admired Lynch beyond words; anything that seemed difficult to Asir was effortlessly accomplished by Lynch.
Lynch didn’t find it miraculous; it was merely a simple act—reinforcing impressions.
When a person enters a place and first notices the designs or texts that the designer wants them to see, every subsequent step they can see the same thing.
He may not consciously realize the subtlety from the lack of attention at first to familiarity, to an active desire to learn more; by the time he leaves the place, a deeply ingrained impression has formed.
Then, through continuous exposure, the concept is further reinforced, and soon these people will have an almost instinctive trust in certain patterns or words.
It’s fundamental, yet the principles used provide a high-sounding feeling, known as "continuous psychological suggestion," or "reinforcing suggestion," which is a psychological concept.
Lynch did not have Asir handle this but entrusted Sabin City’s City Hall to connect directly with Drag’s Provincial Governor, which also helps display friendly international relations while the shipping costs are covered by the Federation’s treasury, avoiding Lynch’s extra payment.
In this way, these clothes are indeed highly profitable items, just unnoticed by many.
Lynch, of course, wouldn’t boast about these small tactics; he smiled and moved past what Asir should have praised him for, continuing to discuss work.
"The cement factory must be activated quickly; we can initially use others’ materials. In any case, we need to swiftly repair the city’s roads. I don’t want these matters to drag on for too long!"
"Nagariel lacks everything but people. If everyone can complete one meter of pavement daily, we can finish all actions in just one day if we have enough people."
"This is precisely why we are here. Additionally, I need you to tell the workers that we intend to select a group of diligent, hard-working, and excellent workers to receive advanced technical training in the Federation."
"After returning from the Federation, their salary will be at least twice the current rate, but the overall promotion and basic pay won’t change; it’s additional!"
Lynch is optimistic about Asir; he possesses reasonably good personal managerial skills and is a local, making it difficult for others to replace him in the short term.
After discussing future development plans with him for a while, Asir got up to take his leave.
After this turmoil, there are aspects of this country he finds perplexing; he needs to work harder to keep up with the situation.
Asir went home, having been away for a long time this time, and today, now back, it was just the right moment to visit.
To him, he finds it hard to articulate the feelings his family gives him. Initially, he resented them, resenting the things they did akin to tyrants and villains, but now he doesn’t hate that much.
He was greeted by his brother’s wife upon returning home; the woman’s expression was somewhat odd. Soon, his father and brother appeared, their expressions seemingly serious?
He wasn’t sure if serious was correct, but knew something was definitely up.
Once everyone was seated, his father spoke first, "She’s pregnant..."
Asir was initially stunned, then looked down at the woman kneeling beside him holding a fruit tray; he found it...a bit incredible.
Just one night—he couldn’t resist, but also...
He hurriedly glanced at his brother, who straightforwardly said, "I haven’t touched her during this period, so we want to ask what you intend to do."
"We heard that, in the Federation, a person can only have one wife, so we need to hear your opinion."
As a man, a somewhat unassertive man, Asir’s first thought was to deny impregnating his brother’s wife, but he quickly dismissed this thought.
In Nagariel, if a woman conceives a child not from a family member, she will be beaten to death, as bestowed by divine power.
If he denies it, the woman’s life would soon end, consequences that Asir cannot bear and would become an eternal shadow he can’t escape.
In a trance, he recalled that night, a feeling of gentleness he never experienced before arrived in such a manner.
Mindful of how his wife in the Federation is twice his weight and bends, it’s definitely not gentle; it’s being cruelly tortured then malice-ridden mockery to endure.
Unlike that night—first time, feeling surrounded and embraced by warmth.
"I may stay here long-term, so..." He looked to the woman, "Let him be born."
Asir’s father and brother nodded slightly, then his father said, "From today, she’s considered your wife."
Being a Nagariel man, Asir still struggles with the customs here; having spent so long in the Federation, his most critical growing period being there, he’s ingrained with their advanced societal culture and education, making such matters instinctively disliked.
However, he accepted it; he doesn’t want his selfishness to lead to a woman’s demise or a child belonging to him vanishing from the world—that’s unfair to them.
Furthermore, he feels faintly excited; he’s going to be a father—a feeling never experienced before.
His actual wife is too obese, so the doctor said the pregnancy risk is too high, indicating they likely wouldn’t have children in this life; he was desperate then, but now, it seems everything has returned.
He reached out to touch the woman’s hair, feeling an inexplicable peace within.
Having children makes a family complete!