The Workers’ Union leaders who were trying to gather more supporters were also watching TV at this mont. They watched Lynch give that kind of answer, and everyone’s heads were buzzing.
The capitalist actually said... increasing rest periods and counting them as work hours is... a good thing?
The chairman of the Workers’ Union scratched the sparse hair on his head, causing so dandruff to fall due to scalp inflammation. Nobody noticed it, and even if they did, they wouldn’t care.
This wasn’t a recent issue.
"Maybe this ti we can get Lynch on our side..." he said jokingly.
The people around him... were smiling outwardly, but inside, they were sowhat tempted.
"Let’s see what he says next..."
Soone suggested.
The room fell silent again, while Lynch on the TV smiled confidently, and Momo, sitting opposite him, was clearly unprepared.
She looked like sothing had startled her, and she turned to the cara, explaining, "This isn’t our script. Mr. Lynch never needs those things, so I’m quite surprised."
There really was no script, no prompt. Lynch’s interviews are highly random and unexpected, which is one reason his talk shows draw attention.
So dia outlets believe Lynch indeed pleases the audience, but he also adds risks to the program. If he says sothing inappropriate, it could cause significant damage to the show.
But those who like him, genuinely like him, especially the common people.
At this mont, he’s no longer a labeled figure; he’s not "Millionaire Lynch," nor "Philanthropist Lynch," but simply a "charming guy" whom people like.
When the audience saw Momo, the "acid-tongued host" who always stord off the show in anger, they burst into laughter.
Actually, the love and hate from the lower echelons of society are simple and direct. They like what is uplifting, righteous, and bright, and dislike what is ugly, evil, and dark.
Lynch embodies everything they like, and combined with his humorous conversation, it’s hard not to like him.
Naturally, when people saw him triumph over that harsh woman, they started cheering as if a warrior had defeated an evil dragon.
Momo regained her composure. "Alright, can you share why you think this is a good thing?"
Lynch spread his hands and made so gestures. "Only with enough physical strength and energy can work beco more efficient."
"A worker who has rested well and a worker who is too exhausted to continue working are both on the production line."
"I believe a well-rested worker can produce more qualified products, while those who are extrely fatigued might also produce a lot, but I believe many will be defective."
"So I say this is a good thing. Giving workers more rest ti allows them to be fully rested, both ntally and physically, before re-engaging in work. Isn’t that a good thing?"
Momo listened intently and kept nodding, just like many viewers in front of their TVs, especially those from the working class.
They nodded in agreent to their wives and children, saying, "Mr. Lynch is right. He’s absolutely right."
"When I’m exhausted, I often make mistakes, for instance, from afternoon to evening."
"But I rarely make mistakes from morning to noon because I can concentrate better. Mr. Lynch truly understands us!"
Lynch’s words imdiately resonated with many assembly line workers. They felt that Lynch, at that mont, was standing with them.
It’s a strange feeling, like finding a "kindred spirit" from opposing sides?
Like so ancient generals extending courtesies to equally matched opponents to show respect for their battlefield command prowess.
This recognition transcends factions and the enemy-ally relationship. It is pure and noble!
Even though Lynch is a capitalist and they are just factory workers.
Momo nodded, "That sounds reasonable, but aren’t you worried that other entrepreneurs, factory owners will attack you for saying this?"
Lynch laughed heartily after hearing that. He took out a cigarette, and after signaling and obtaining Momo’s permission, he lit one up.
Even smoking, he did it with flair and grace. He purposely placed the cigarette box on the coffee table, standing it upright with the front facing the cara.
Momo couldn’t help but shout off-cara, "Hey, is the director around? Did this guy pay the advertising fee?"
Soone off-cara replied directly, "You are the director."
Momo looked at the person off-cara. People in front of the TV couldn’t see, but they could sense that person’s expression.
Helplessness!
"Am I?" Upon receiving confirmation, she looked at Lynch, "That’s not in our shooting plan; you’ll need to pay the advertising fee."
Lynch then held the cigarette, with the Every Mont and Black Gold Era logos always facing the cara. He smiled and said, "This way, I don’t need to pay for ads."
"You’re really stingy!"
Lynch shook his head, "You’re more like a capitalist than I am..." He paused, "Back to the question earlier, I’m not afraid of any attacks. You know, I have a company called Darkstone Security..."
People outside the TV screen chuckled softly again. Everyone knew it was a military company, and they were "invading" Mariluo.
The Federation people were conflicted about Darkstone Security’s recent actions. On one hand, they knew it wasn’t quite right, but on the other hand, they were extrely excited.
The excitent stemd from finally being able to invade others. The reason itself was absurd!
But it was understandable. Being suppressed for so long, at least a decade of conservatism had bred a painful emotion deep within the Federation citizens, who didn’t dare take excessive risks.
Because they never knew when they’d offend soone. That feeling was terrible.
Clearly, even so weak countries could criticize the Federation for evading responsibilities internationally, while the Federation Governnt at that ti had to apologize to forces that actually had no direct relation to the Federation.
That suppressed anger had now exploded, as if soone who had been bullied suddenly started to fight back, even taking the initiative to bully others.
They knew it was wrong to act like this, but... it felt good!
As creatures driven by desire, right or wrong aside for the mont, feeling good was most important!
Would the boss of a company capable of invading other countries be afraid of attacks?
Only if those people didn’t want to live anymore would they attack him!
"There are challenges in public opinion and business that don’t necessarily have to punch you in the face," Momo added.
Lynch nodded, "That’s an issue, but what if workers’ efficiency doesn’t decrease?"
Seeing Momo’s bewildered expression, Lynch started to explain, "I believe ample rest can enhance workers’ productivity, and I support giving them more rest ti."
"I respect everyone’s demands, but I also hope to be respected by people."
"I am willing to et so people’s ideas, but I don’t wish to be maliciously treated. Everything is relative."
"I would support giving everyone more rest ti and counting this ti as work hours. Then shouldn’t workers set a standard for their production or work?"
"At least my gesture of goodwill is not wasted, and both parties get what they want."
"They get more rest without a pay cut."
"And our production work schedule remains unchanged."
"Would anyone think this saying is wrong?"
Momo fell into deep thought. She wasn’t a dumb blonde (with low intelligence, blonde hair, large chest, and sweet appearance), she was a smart, independently minded woman.
She felt there was a trap in Lynch’s words, but after carefully pondering, she didn’t find any issue. Instead, Lynch’s "generosity" and "benevolence" made her suddenly feel very excited.
She felt Lynch was a trustworthy person, and if there was an issue, discussing it with him might yield significant results.
He was gentle and could elegantly handle every matter, even a brother of the working class!
Even those workers in front of the TV screen applauded Lynch’s words, especially those who had been drinking. They excitedly pointed at Lynch on the TV and loudly spoke to their families or whoever else.
Soone could understand them, comprehend their hardships and demands, and also fulfill them!
Many people were watching this episode, and Mr. Wardrick was also watching. He even laughed out loud.
As a person of his stature, he rarely openly expressed such strong emotions. Even when he was very happy, he maintained his poise, smirking and adding, "Very funny."
This wasn’t fake or false, just his own emotional managent and expression style.
Only soone with a lot of experience could control their emotions like that, but at this mont, he lost control.
With lost control of his emotions, he laughed loudly, making his wife and daughter look at this man with so confusion.
"Is it really that funny?" his wife asked.
His family of three, like many ordinary families, sat on the sofa watching TV shows in front of the TV.
Except this sofa was large, comfortable, luxurious. Next to them were the head maid and butler, along with a dozen servants providing service for them.
Apart from these, they were not much different from ordinary families.
Mr. Wardrick laughed until tears ca out, taking a handkerchief from the head maid while wiping his tears and said, "Of course, he’s so interesting!"
Severa, sitting beside, seed to have thought of sothing and said, "Is it because he fooled everyone?"
"Fooled?" Mr. Wardrick had laughed enough and tossed the folded handkerchief on the tray, "No, he didn’t fool. He just used a way of saying that everyone could accept."
"That’s the most interesting part about him. He says the scariest things in front of everyone, yet almost everyone thinks he’s a good person."
"He’s a natural actor!"
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