Late that morning, a phone call from Sabine City rang in Lin Qi's villa.
The call came from a textile factory in Sabine City.
Though it was called a textile factory, it was actually a very, very small company.
Small referred to its number of employees. In terms of scale, however, it was truly not small at all. According to statistics, 7.1 percent of the cheap clothing sold in the Nagaril market came from this little company.
This was a project Lin Qi had started when Senator Landon was still the mayor of Sabine City.
All the processes were delegated to family-based workshops. The factory and the family workshops were partners rather than employer and employee, so naturally, it did not have to bear all sorts of miscellaneous expenses.
The advantage of doing this was that it lowered costs. He only needed to pay fifteen to fifty cents for each qualified product, without taking on any additional expenses or risks.
For instance, any safety accidents caused by workers failing to follow proper procedures had nothing to do with him anymore.
Every week, the factory collected standard-compliant clothing from its partner family workshops, packed it, and sent it to Nagaril.
Many people thought that Nagaril's market was still too primitive to sell anything in. In reality, this was a complete misunderstanding of Nagaril.
Most people who thought that had never truly been to Nagaril.
Given the current wages of the Nagaril People, they earned roughly one sol fifty to one sol seventy a day. That was the income of ordinary workers, in Federal Sol.
Advanced technical workers generally earned more than two sols fifty. Those with advanced technical skills, such as the ability to operate construction machinery, basically earned four to five sols a day.
Some who had already obtained qualifications