It turned out Director Glenkin had been right. Those young men who had collected their wages blew through a week's pay in just three days, then reluctantly returned to the factories.
At first, Lasov had complained about the "animal nature" displayed by the locals, but he quickly accepted it and contentedly embraced all their bad habits.
His new gas cylinder production line had not even begun operations, yet the bicycles wholesaled from Golden Gallon Port had already sold like crazy!
When the locals saw this mode of transport that could go "fast as the wind with just two pedals," their eyes widened like brass bells.
And when they heard that buying one required neither the title of squad leader nor any certificate, only a few hundred silver coins, those native young men immediately reached into their pockets without another word—
Only to find not a single coin.
No money... then earn some.
To live a life of racing around country dirt roads on a heavy-duty twenty-eight-inch bicycle, and to gain priority in choosing mates within their tribes, these wasteland's most primitive yet trendiest young men eagerly signed up and reluctantly threw themselves into the tide of production restructuring.
At first, they wanted to work two jobs and owe wages to two factories at once. However, the shrewd Moon Tribe merchants had predicted they would exploit that loophole and plugged it in advance.
To protect the factories they had bought at great expense, they took the initiative to establish Ravenca Industrial Zone's first civilian organization—the Federation of Industry and Commerce.
Unlike the two federations in Boro Province, this federation did only one thing.
It registered biometric information for its own employees and shared that information with one another, essentially an early version of a credit system.
The technology itself was not