"This ti I recruited about thirteen hundred people..." Asir ntioned this with so headache because Lynch’s requirents 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 burdenso.
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 so changes and has beco 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 recruitnt of workers, which is why he could only recruit over thirteen hundred people, but these are all robust young n.
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 sowhat strange, but he nodded, "Overall, the effects are good. During our recruitnt process, so people ca spontaneously, not just those we reached out to."
Asir couldn’t help but ask, "Boss, how did you co up with this idea?" He added, "I an printing those words on clothes and distributing them halfly selling halfly giving away to others?"
Before Lynch ca to Nagariel, there was already a plan for a ho workshop in Sabin City.
At that ti, the mayor required rchants like them to quickly devise solutions to address unemploynt and help families in need through tough tis. Lynch offered a good job opportunity compared to others who only donated 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 requirents.
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 seed like a charity, but those machines also had depreciation and rental costs, so Lynch’s actual cost was lower than people thought.
These clothes, valued at only a few cents, once piled up like mountains; so ridiculed it as a failed investnt 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 Alia Region and so 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 nas, they are not considered flaws by the locals.
So 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 beca 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 seed difficult to Asir was effortlessly accomplished by Lynch.
Lynch didn’t find it miraculous; it was rely 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 sa 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 ti he leaves the place, a deeply ingrained impression has ford.
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 fundantal, 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 paynt.
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 cent 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 ter of pavent 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 developnt 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 ho, having been away for a long ti this ti, and today, now back, it was just the right mont 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 ho; the woman’s expression was sowhat odd. Soon, his father and brother appeared, their expressions seemingly serious?
He wasn’t sure if serious was correct, but knew sothing 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 sowhat 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 mber, 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 beco 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 ti, 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!
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