"At least... ten thousand wolas!"
The worker's eyes were bloodshot. Perhaps it was from the pain?
His palm had been bandaged in a thick layer of gauze, but on closer inspection, a faint dark-red bloodstain still showed through at the very top.
He had opened with a shocking figure. Even though the wola's exchange rate on the international foreign exchange market had fallen somewhat compared to before, it was still a mainstream currency.
Ten thousand wolas was worth a little over fourteen thousand Federal sols. To ordinary people, that was already an enormous sum.
At least, that was true for the Federal people. They would have to work for thirty years to earn that much—and that was without spending a single cent.
Adding in the expenses and money the worker had demanded earlier, this came to nearly twenty thousand Federal sols in compensation! The factory owner shook his head at once. "Impossible. The compensation I gave you before was already more than enough."
"Listen, according to the law and regulations, I only need to give you two thousand five hundred. The extra was out of humanitarian consideration. You shouldn't be so greedy and demand more!"
"You won't get it, and I won't give it to you. If you keep this up, I'm calling the police!"
The economy in the Amelia Region was not as developed as that of Gefra Main Island, so the cost of living here was low, which made money worth more.
It was just like Nagaril.
If you looked for a twenty-year-old Nagaril girl in the Federation, she would demand at least a hundred sols.
But if you found a local girl in Nagaril who carried a bit of a smell, she might cost only five sols.
The principle was the same. On Gefra Main Island, this