Thanks to the booming sales of the sturdy bicycles, Lasov's factory finally resumed production.
Although the promised cafeteria was gone, every young man by the Ravenca River thought he was a good man and praised Mr. Lasov's generosity without holding any grudges.
After all, this generous tycoon from Golden Gallon Port gave employees a 20% discount on the bicycles he sold them. He even let them lock their precious bikes in the spare warehouse to keep thieves from other tribes from making off with them, then had them oiled up and returned at the end of the workday.
They had no idea whether the bikes had actually been oiled, but at least there was a repairman sitting watch at the warehouse entrance.
Of course, if those young men ever learned that bicycles originally priced at 200 silver coins had a wholesale price of only 30, the next people trapped in the factory probably would not be the Velanders, but the Boro People.
But they would never find out.
After all, Lasov had already discussed it with the others in the Federation of Industry and Commerce and established guide prices for several specific categories of goods.
Everyone would make money together. Boro People would not cheat Boro People. No one would start a price war.
Selling bicycles was only a minor interlude.
Lasov did not linger over making quick money. After sending off the bicycle mechanics, whose bonuses had left their pockets overflowing, he devoted all his energy to his old trade.
The first order arrived soon afterward. The client was a traveling merchant from Port of Eternal Night named Meta.
The man spent lavishly, placing an order worth five million at a price 10% above market rates.
At the dinner table, Lasov studied the man and felt that he looked