"Is this the Federation?"
As they descended the gangway, each Nagarielian’s eyes carried a kind of fervor, along with a bit of timidness.
This is the Federation, the world’s center. They are very aware of what the Federation has done to Nagariel, and they also know that the ruling class in Nagariel, which they regarded as extrely noble, was overthrown without even the ability to resist.
And this, is rely the trick of a bunch of capitalists. If their governnt were to do those things, would it transform into another kind of terrible visage?
At this mont, several people dressed in what appeared to be high-end attire took the initiative to approach. After greeting the leader, the leader inford Akumal that Mr. Lynch’s people had co to pick them up.
What made Akumal and the others a bit uncomfortable was that there were still so people surrounding them, holding cumberso caras.
Previously, they might not have known what those things were, but since joining Lynch’s company, they’ve gained so degree of understanding of these advanced tools.
They knew this machine could record certain images and then play them for others to see.
Seemingly sensing their discomfort, the leader explained a bit further, "As the first batch of employees in the company to reach level three, and also the first to receive the opportunity for further training, you will definitely be reported to the whole company."
"All the company’s employees will know what happened to you, and they will take you as their examples. These caras are just to capture so of the experiences you have here in the Federation, to be shown to others when necessary."
"If anyone doesn’t wish to be fild, you can speak up first..."
After the leader finished speaking, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and there was also a bit of excitent, including Akumal.
When he knew that each mber of his group would be fild, a thought naturally sprang to his mind.
He was thinking, these materials would definitely be shown to all the company’s employees, and perhaps even outside the company, which could an that he could use this opportunity, this platform, to spread his thoughts?
He ca to the Federation seeking opportunities for prosperity. To achieve this, not only must he possess solid theoretical knowledge and spiritual guidance, but he also needs enough visibility.
With visibility, people will stop quietly to listen to him; otherwise, no one would pay him any attention!
Seeing no objections, the leader led everyone onto the bus outside the pier, headed towards Bupen, the country’s center.
The trips arranged by Lynch were also purposeful. Only by letting them experience the most flourishing society and the most wonderful enjoynts would they be more driven to realize their "self-value".
Only when the company makes money will their value be recognized, and then they might truly join the Federation, becoming one of its mbers.
Before arriving at the Federation, their perception of "prosperity" might still linger on their recognition of the Royal Capital.
There were so tall buildings, clean streets, no cows, sheep, chickens, or dogs on the road, many cars—roughly that was it.
This is the scenery of Nagariel’s Royal Capital, and perhaps only they themselves can distinguish what is Nagariel’s style of prosperity.
But after arriving here, they realized that countries are different, and people are different. So countries, so people, are born living in the Divine Kingdom.
This feeling was particularly strong when they arrived in Bupen—a city so prosperous you never see the night. Even at night, the sky above the city center is illuminated by neon lights.
Almost everyone wore high-end clothes, walking confidently and calmly on the streets, making this group look so out of place. They even felt a sense of inferiority.
Fortunately, the arrangents made by the leader and Mr. Lynch’s people for them were very considerate. They first went to a clothing store to change into clothes they never imagined wearing, and then took them to dinner they’ve never had before.
They then went to so entertainnt venues, watching the girls who seed to ignite their blood dance around a shiny pole, as if life’s beauty suddenly opened a door for them.
This is the Federation, freedom, equality!
No one looked down on them because they were Nagarielians; no one despised them because their language had so accent.
Wherever they went, people would face them directly, and so shop clerks would very politely ask if they had any needs!
Yes, this freedom, this equality, this spirit—these were exactly what Nagariel never had.
Only by living here can they feel like a person, not an animal!
All the images were captured relentlessly by the caras; these will beco important, so important that they can change so people’s world.
For several days, this group has been enjoying life. Of course, in the process, they also learned how they could immigrate to the Federation.
Currently, the Federation has essentially banned labor immigration. On one hand, the dostic unemploynt rate hovers around ten percent; on the other, native Federation people are very sensitive about immigrants taking their jobs.
A casual mistake could create a turmoil, and indeed there’s no need for that many laborers.
So big factories are quietly relocating abroad, like the shareholders of the Nagariel United Developnt Company—they have been setting up factories in Nagariel and reducing the production capacity of mainland factories.
Not using cheap labor that’s virtually free, but using the gentlen of the Federation—that’s truly insanity!
This further creates a confrontational sentint between local Federation workers and immigrant laborers, so labor immigration is essentially not approved. Currently, only technical immigration and investnt immigration are accepted.
To co to the Federation, they must reach the level of a level five employee, likely needing to serve the company tirelessly for at least six years, and master multiple advanced technical abilities.
This way, the company will arrange for technical immigration for them, allowing them to enter the Federation.
It seems very long, but six years is actually not long—it passes in the blink of an eye, and every Nagarielian who ca to the Federation is filled with hope, including Akumal.
For Akumal, his ambition is to help Nagariel move towards democracy and prosperity, which isn’t sothing that can be accomplished in a short ti.
He must not only spread his thoughts, his ideas, but also continually elevate his social standing; otherwise, people won’t listen to what he says or consider his words as a kind of truth!
When those big figures burp, people jovially call it thunder, while the lants of those in lower positions before dying barely attract attention from people.
If he could beco a Federation person, perhaps his words would be believed by more people.
Everyone began their training journey, each harboring various thoughts. So chose to learn about the Federation’s most advanced engineering machinery, for their future would rely on this aspect.
So chose to travel around, wanting a more comprehensive understanding of the Federation’s society, culture, and people.
As for Akumal, he chose to visit the library. For this reason, Lynch specially arranged for a caraman to follow Akumal 24 hours.
Akumal is very clear about what he wants to do, and his future plans, with no resentnt towards Lynch’s arrangents.
Every day, he appears promptly in the library, reading books related to society and philosophy. His endeavors are entirely recorded by the cara, and these will be valuable material in the future.
In the blink of an eye, they’ve been in the Federation for a week. That morning, after breakfast, Akumal, ignoring other colleagues chatting about the good things they encountered yesterday, walked alone to a corner to read the newspaper.
The Federation’s newspapers dare to say anything, can publish anything, and Akumal sees this as one of the symbols of freedom.
The Federation’s dia and people never fear the power of the governnt; the rulers’ authority cos from the people, and this is the source of the people’s courage.
They even dare to directly criticize the governnt and the rulers, yet never worry that doing so might lead them to disappear.
Deep down, Akumal is filled with longing for everything here!
He was reading so news from yesterday when the leader approached him, "Mr. Lynch wants to see you..."
Without the power to refuse, Akumal imdiately stood up, tidied himself up a bit, and put the newspaper back on the reading rack.
The two soon arrived at the Half Mountain Villa District, passing through two layers of strict security. Even as soone who believed he had seen the Federation’s prosperity, Akumal was once again shocked by everything here.
Every house looked like a work of art, and even though he didn’t know how high the housing price was here, he knew every house was a symbol of wealth.
When he t Lynch, he was watching TV, not at all the busy image that Akumal imagined.
Lynch poured him a cup of coffee and invited him to sit down.
"How have the last few days been?"
"I heard you’ve been at the library all the ti, not going anywhere else."
Akumal scratched his head, sowhat embarrassed, "Well, I think mastering so knowledge is more important than wandering around."
"Great thought. You’re different from others. I noticed you early on, Akumal."
"What’s your opinion on the current Nagariel?"
Akumal was a bit surprised, feeling there was a reason Lynch invited him for these questions today.
He suddenly beca a bit excited. He clasped his hands together, pressing them against his chin, trying not to let his surging emotions reveal too simply.
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