“Human value is infinite!”
Perhaps influenced by Patric’s unexpected stance, Mr. Wadrick, who hadn’t planned a long speech, suddenly found himself eager to speak. Lynch truly was remarkable—he had actually convinced Patric.
By now, Wadrick roughly understood how Lynch did it: through interests.
Once the topic shifted to interests—the favorite subject of capitalists—Wadrick wanted to say more, starting with human value.
Human value is infinite. He truly believed it. As he said this, he glanced at Lynch, who smiled harmlessly, radiating sunshine.
Seeing that brat’s expression, Wadrick’s smile grew wider.
“We’ve been hearing similar news: human potential is limitless. Actually, human value is limitless too.”
“If a worker earns one Sol profit for us every day, working 365 days a year, that’s 365 Sol profit per person.”
“But if we give him so motivation, so pressure, and so opportunity, couldn’t we get more?”
Only Wadrick’s voice echoed through the room. Everyone was thoughtful—this was the importance of money, status, and power.
Even a fart would make people wonder if it was just a fart or a hint.
When he spoke these simple yet profound words, it was hard not to be drawn in.
“The answer is yes. My company employs over 100,000 people. Each one doesn’t just contribute one or two Sol a day—they contribute much more.”
“With the right thods, you can maximize a person’s potential and convert it into value.”
“The Federation has laws protecting labor and capital from exploitation, but here, gentlen, Nagaryll doesn’t.”
“We pay the natives one Sol a day for twelve-hour shifts, gaining many tis that in profit. Many think this is the limit.”
“But gentlen, have you considered this?”
“Without changing their wages, if we get them to do more profitable work, wouldn’t that increase our returns even more?”
Wadrick stopped himself—continuing might cause trouble. Not real trouble, but enough to annoy him. So he wisely fell silent.
People speculated about what he hadn’t said. Then Lynch suddenly spoke up, “May I say sothing?”
Everyone looked at Wadrick. So unfamiliar with Lynch thought him disrespectful for interrupting such a high-level eting. A young man speaking out so boldly.
Others smiled slightly, showing tacit approval—they knew so backstory, like Lynch’s connection to Severella.
“Of course!” Wadrick generously welcod Lynch’s interruption and handed him the floor.
“Thank you, Mr. Wadrick, for your understanding. I might misunderstand so points, but I believe the value of this eting lies in discussion, not hiding our thoughts selfishly…”
Everyone nodded—at least that was true. Whether the big shots wanted to discuss was another matter.
“I’ve roughly understood Mr. Wadrick’s points and have so simple thoughts: can we use a straightforward comparison to asure the economic value a Nagaryll worker creates for us?”
Before anyone replied, Lynch continued, “The sa job costs about 230 Federation Sol a month. If we substitute a Nagaryll worker earning 30 Sol a month, the remaining 200 Sol is profit, right?”
The noisy room suddenly fell silent—like a grave under moonlight, an eerie stillness.
Goosebumps crept up so spines like a virus racing to the head.
Mr. Geruno was stunned, imdiately grasping Lynch’s aning—it was clearer, more concrete, and direct than Wadrick’s.
Wadrick needed to refine his speech, but Lynch had no such concern.
A senior technician in the Federation might earn 400-600 Sol monthly, but a Nagaryll skilled worker could cost only 50 Sol?
Costs turn instantly into profit. If these Nagaryll workers perford higher-value tasks, their worth would multiply. That’s the right way to use cheap labor.
Not letting them do simple, low-profit jobs.
As Wadrick said, with over 100,000 employees each earning less than 100 Sol a month, Wadrick’s wealth could soar within a month.
In a year, his assets might double—all from hidden profit.
Geruno thought this wasn’t entirely accurate but found no obvious flaws. He realized this rough but promising theory was what shifted Patric’s stance.
It made sense: a factory with 1,000 workers losing 100,000 Sol monthly could beco profitable by switching to Nagaryll labor, even earning 100,000 Sol.
That’s tempting.
Wadrick glanced at Lynch, frowned, then nodded slightly, acknowledging Lynch’s point.
“I’m young and my ideas may be immature. If I’m wrong, please correct .” He bowed politely and sat down.
Though asking for critique, it sounded more like Who dares question ?
His idea shook many minds, including Geruno’s.
Geruno had focused on endless minerals mined by unpaid labor. Now his attention shifted to labor value.
Selling labor for 200 Sol profit beyond cheap wages—labor is renewable. People keep producing as long as they live; minerals don’t.
In practice, he already used cheap workers for mining but hadn’t realized this cheapness was itself profit, applicable across industries.
Whether Lynch’s idea was entirely right or not, it sparked thought.
“You’re Lynch!” Geruno couldn’t help studying him. Lynch had everything he envied: youth, charm, confidence, sunshine—all things ti and money can’t buy.
Lynch bowed again to show respect. Mr. Geruno sighed, “Every era in the Federation produces so outstanding young talents—these are the symbols of their tis.”
With Lynch’s interjection, the proposal’s outco was basically decided: the Joint Developnt Company would take a more lenient approach toward the Nagaryll natives. How to help them improve their education and skills, and realize their potential quickly, was a separate matter.
Such detailed and complex issues wouldn’t be discussed at the general eting, as everyone had different views.
So were builders who believed labor was best used as construction workers; others were factory owners who thought factories generated the highest profits. These topics would be addressed in internal company reports each cycle, but not at the main eting.
The eting only handled broad, directional issues, not details.
What was expected to finish in one day dragged into the evening. So matters were too complex to resolve quickly.
For example, the last topic: the Joint Developnt Company’s growth exceeded expectations. So who hadn’t initially joined now wanted back in, including figures from politics and business.
Whether to accept them, how to accept them, how many new shares to issue, or how to proportionally reduce holdings—who reduces more or less—these couldn’t be settled in a day, or even several days.
After all, enormous profits counted in the billions were at stake, and everyone wanted a bigger share.
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