"Life's encounters are truly wonderful!"

Looking at Asir from afar, Lynch felt a sense of absurdity.

A few months ago, Asir saw his compatriots here who, due to poverty and various reasons, willingly endured physical harm to accept exploitation, and he was extremely angry.

The flames of anger were like a wildfire that could burn the entire sky, reckless and fierce.

But just a few months later, Asir seemed to have started accepting this kind of life.

In fact, there's no way not to accept it; evolving from barbarism to civilization might require thousands of years of historical accumulation for this process of quantitative to qualitative change.

But wanting to go from civilization to barbarism only requires abandoning personal moral and ethical views.

Initially, Asir was very angry; he thought it was wrong, even felt that his family was guilty, using ordinary people's health to make money, which was disgraceful.

If such merchants were placed in the Federation, they'd probably be imprisoned for life!

He began trying a sort of redemption, talking to some workers and giving them some rubber gloves.

Rubber gloves might not fully protect the workers' hands; after all, some tasks aren't suitable to be performed while wearing rubber gloves, but they can minimize the impact of chemical corrosive agents on their bodies and wounds.

Asir vaguely remembered something, like… too many chemicals with heavy metal components entering the body could bring irreparable consequences.

He hoped to save his family's conscience and the workers' health with pairs of rubber gloves.

But soon, he found it useless; workers took the gloves home and hid or sold them to others, continuing to work as before.

He tried persuading them, telling them the dangers of their actions, desperately wanting to find some colorful things in their eyes, but aside from some deeply hidden cynicism, he found nothing.

These people saw him as a... fool who knew nothing about life!

Why is society like this?

Before, he didn't actually feel such a complex ideological confrontation, but now he did, feeling everything here was wrong, perhaps related to his habit of living in the Federation.

From anger, misunderstanding, to disillusionment, gradually becoming habitual, and finally to acceptance, this process was actually very short.

When most people don't see themselves as human, seeing them as human doesn't make them feel esteemed, but rather that you have a problem.

Upon meeting Lynch again, he didn't talk about changing those unrealistic ideas, he began adapting to his new role as Lynch's agent.

At this moment, he was loudly declaring recruitment standards amidst a crowd so dense it was packed tightly, with people filling every inch of space in and on the surrounding buildings and trees.

To the people here, foreign factories had always been the most desirable places.

First of all, as long as one can join a foreign factory, one can receive at least a set of free clothes!

A top, a bottom, all free and very durable.

Secondly, foreign factories provide a meal, which is a wonderful event for most Nagariel poor who only need one meal a day.

They don't need to search for food with stray dogs; they can enjoy their meal in a clean place.

Finally, foreigners offer cash, yes, cash!

Cash plays a significant role in Nagariel society, meaning some families can shop in stores rather than swapping items at home hoping by luck to get what they want.

Moreover, foreign factories offer good welfare benefits, much better than local factories, with plenty of clothing (labor protection), even without payment, it's profitable.

So when Asir declared recruitment, word spread quickly, and people from nearby regions rushed over.

He announced the standards as the crowd surged.

Not far away, Lynch was watching from the second floor of a foreign-owned café, located in the city center, also the center of the Province, with many foreigners settled locally, but unable to hide the poverty and backwardness here.

This was Lynch's second day here; yesterday, he had a discussion with Drag Provincial Governor, reaching a good consensus.

For the current Drag Provincial Governor, what he needed to do was not maintaining the balance among power, religion, and new capital forces, but to gain more benefits before losing his power.

Nagariel United Development Company, a unique company born amidst several exchanges and banquets in Bupen, lacks actual value.

It doesn't have its own factories or sales channels, not even products, but people like Lynch and Mr. Wardrick have invested in it, with considerable shares.

It's a special company, and although it doesn't reveal how it profits externally, all shareholders know it generates huge profits annually.

This company represents another form of monopoly, stricter and harsher than the crude control methods of Pretton Trading Company.

Drag Provincial Governor also invested in shares for annually dividends, having stopped caring, being a Federation citizen now, who cares about being a Provincial Governor in a native country?

Previously he might have enjoyed it, despite religious people restricting his power, using power he lived well here.

But now it was different, with the Federation people coming, their changes rapidly destroying the defenses of local native ruling class, he made the right choice, even investing some shares in Lynch's company, leveraging his power.

Lynch was waiting for someone; before arriving in Nagariel, he phoned Herbs, the international banker Herbs Zizifonk.

This time, Lynch wanted to bite a chunk from international speculators to fill his financial shortfall, requiring the collaboration of some international bankers.

Before coming to Nagariel, he had phoned Herbs mentioning he had something to discuss but didn't specify, to avoid any surprises.

These international bankers are not much different from international speculators, chasing where profits are, without any political, national, or moral stance... only money.

But they're not as crazy, unlike speculators, having strong cash reserves, so they became bankers, while others became mad dogs.

As Lynch watched Asir selecting workers, a rare high-end sedan in the region drove gradually from afar.

In the capital city center of a Province, yet still dirt ground, telling this is a joke.

The car drove slowly; too fast would make the passengers uncomfortable due to the bumpy ride.

The car slowly stopped outside the café, first extending a Civilization Staff from the car door.

The Civilization Staff made of some animal's bone was encircled with brass, adorned with numerous gems, its head formed by the bone joint, wrapped with platinum and embedded with Sapphire and some diamonds, extremely luxurious.

Next came Mr. Herbs holding the Civilization Staff, then his hat, followed by his person.

Holding a Handkerchief, he covered his nose and mouth, quickly entering the café; upon entering, he lowered the Handkerchief, his expression subtle due to pervasive odor.

"This place is truly awful!", Mr. Herbs complained, "It's too stinky, do people here not bathe while accustomed to defecating in their pants?"

He shook hands with Lynch who approached, continuing his complaints.

Since stepping off the ship, the odor had surrounded him, now mid-September, the hottest time when all odors converge.

It's said whenever a cruise ship docks, some tourists wish to experience local native customs, and most are frightened by the odor, running back to the ship without turning back.

Lynch agreed with his complaints, "Once you get accustomed to the odor, you won't notice it, just like I do now!"

Mr. Herbs slightly frowned, "Why should I get used to it?", removing the Handkerchief from his face, wiping the sweat pouring down, "Damn, is there no air conditioning or fans here?"

In a place likely to lose power anytime, no one would buy air conditioning or cooling fans!

Mr. Herbs watched his white Handkerchief quickly turn yellow, his mood worsened; it's not only smelly but dirty, he had accumulated a layer of dust just walking less than ten meters from the car into the café and upstairs.

He was a Prince, though his Kingdom was small, he still maintained cleanliness even if not washing feet with milk. When did he encounter such a situation?

Unhappy, he put away the Handkerchief, realizing the more he wiped, the dirtier he got, and was experienced, "Let's have a simple talk, next time you find me, choose a more suitable place, some islands are nice."

"So, why did you bring me here, what's the matter?"

Lynch watched him perform several minutes before casually asking, "Want to make money?"

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