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"Life's encounters are truly wondrous!"

Looking at Asirlinch in the distance, I felt a sense of absurdity.

A few months ago, Asier saw his fellow countrymen here who were willing to endure physical harm and exploitation because of poverty and for various other reasons, and he was particularly angry.

The flames of anger were like wildfire that could burn the entire sky, unrestrained and violent.

But just a few months later, Asier seemed to have begun to accept this kind of life.

It's unavoidable to accept that the evolution from barbarism to civilization may require thousands of years of historical processes to accumulate such a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

However, to go from civilization to barbarism, all you need to do is abandon your personal moral and ethical values.

At first, Asier was furious. He felt it was wrong, and even felt that his family was guilty, that they were profiting from ordinary people's health, and that it was shameful.

If this kind of businessman were in the Federal, he'd probably spend the rest of his life in jail!

He began to try a kind of redemption, talking to some workers and giving them some rubber gloves.

Rubber gloves may not completely protect the workers' hands, as they are not suitable for certain detailed tasks. However, they can minimize the impact of chemical corrosives on their bodies and wounds.

Asier vaguely remembered some things, such as... that too many chemical agents containing heavy metals entering the human body would have irreversible consequences.

He hoped to save his family's conscience and the health of these workers by making pairs of rubber gloves.

But he soon found that this was not working. The workers took the gloves home and hid them, or sold them to other people, and continued to work as before.

He tried to persuade them, to tell them the harm of doing so. He tried desperately to find something positive in their eyes, but he found nothing but deep-seated sarcasm.

These people treated him like a... idiot who didn't know what life was!

Why is society like this?

He had never felt such a complex ideological confrontation before, but now he had this feeling that everything here was wrong, which might be related to his accustomed life in the Federal.

From anger and misunderstanding to disillusionment, gradually becoming accustomed to it, and finally to acceptance, this process is actually very short.

When most people don't treat themselves as human beings, if you treat them as human beings, they won't feel that you think highly of them; they'll just think that you have something wrong with your head.

When he saw Lin Qi again, he didn't talk about changing those unrealistic ideas here; he was starting to get used to his new job as Lin Qi's agent.

At this moment, he stood in the crowd and loudly read out the recruitment standards. He was already surrounded by a huge crowd, with people crowding the houses, trees, and everywhere else around him.

For the people here, foreign factories are always the place they yearn for most.

First of all, as long as you can join a foreigner's factory, you can get at least one set of clothes for free!

A shirt and a bottom, both free, and very sturdy and durable.

Secondly, the foreign factories would provide a meal, which was a wonderful thing for most of the poor people in Nagaril who only needed one meal a day.

They don't need to search for food with stray dogs; they can sit in a clean place and enjoy it all.

Finally, foreigners will give cash—yes, cash! Cash plays a significant role in Nagaril society, meaning that some families can now go shopping instead of taking their own belongings to others who also need to exchange goods and relying on luck to get what they want.

Not to mention that foreign factories offer better benefits than local factories, with plenty of uniforms (work clothes) provided. Even if they don't pay, they still make a profit.

So when Asier stepped forward to announce that he was hiring, word spread like wildfire, and in an instant, people from the surrounding area flocked over.

He read out the standards, and the crowd surged.

Lin Qi looked out from the second floor of a Cafe run by out-of-towners not far away. This was the center of the city and the province, and many foreigners who had settled here lived here, but it still couldn't hide the fact that the place was poor and backward.

This is Lin Qi's second day here. He had a meeting with the Provincial Governor Drag yesterday, and they reached a good consensus.

In fact, for the current Provincial Governor Drag, what he needs to do is not to maintain the balance between power, religion, and new capital forces, but to gain as many benefits as possible before he loses power.

Nagaril Joint Development Company is a very special company that was born during several exchange events and banquets in Bu Peien some time ago. It does not actually have any practical value.

It has no factories, no sales channels, and not even any products, but people like Lin Qi and Wo Delike have invested in the company, and quite a lot of shares at that.

This is a very special company. Although it does not disclose how it makes a profit, all shareholders know that it generates huge profits every year.

This company represents a different form of monopoly, with stricter and more severe control methods than those of Preton Merchant House.

The Provincial Governor Drag also invested in this company, just for the annual dividends. He no longer cared; he was Federal citizen, so who would care about being the Provincial Governor of a province in an indigenous country?

He might have been happy to do so before, even though there were always religious people to restrain his power, he could have lived well here by using the power he held.

But things are different now. The Federal have come in, and the changes they bring will quickly destroy the defensive shell of the local indigenous ruling class. He chose the right side and even took a stake in Lin Qi's company, through power.

Lin Qi was waiting for someone. Before coming to Nagaril, he had called He Bosi, the International Banker, Herbert Chee Cheefonke.

This time, Lin Qi wanted to fill his funding gap by taking a bite out of international speculators, and he needed the cooperation of some International Banker.

He called He Bosi just before arriving in Nagaril to say he had something to discuss, but didn't specify what it was, in order to avoid any unforeseen circumstances.

These International Banker are not much different from international speculators. They go wherever there is profit, without any political, national, or moral stance... only money matters.

But they weren't crazy enough, not as crazy as speculators, and they had a lot of cash reserves, so they became bankers, while another group became mad dogs.

Just as Lin Qi was watching Asier lead his men to select workers, a high-end sedan, a rare sight in the area, bumped along from a distance.

It's a joke that the city center of a provincial capital still has dirt ground.

The car is moving very slowly; if it goes too fast, the people inside will be jolted and unable to stand it.

The car slowly came to a stop outside the Cafe, and a Walking Stick was the first thing to emerge from the car door.

The walking Walking Stick, made from the bones of some animal, has its Walking Stick encased in brass, and is inlaid with many gemstones. The head is the joint of this bone, which has been meticulously crafted by artisans. It is covered with platinum and inlaid with a circle of sapphires and some small diamonds, making it very luxurious.

Next came Mr. He Bosi's hand holding the Walking Stick, then his hat, and finally himself.

He held a handkerchief in his hand, covering his mouth and nose, and quickly walked into the Cafe. The moment he entered, he put down the handkerchief, but his expression remained subtle, because the stench was everywhere.

"This is a terrible place!" He Bosi complained. "It stinks! Do these people habitually poop in their pants and never shower?"

He shook hands with Lin Qi, who came to greet him, and continued to complain.

From the moment he disembarked, a stench surrounded him. It was mid-September, the hottest time of the year, and all the stench was concentrated together.

It is said that every time the cruise ship docks, some tourists want to get off and experience the local indigenous Natives. Most of them are scared by the stench and run back to the ship without looking back.

Lin Qi agreed with his complaint, saying, "Once you get used to these smells, you can't smell them anymore, just like I am now!"

Mr. He Bosi frowned slightly. "Why should I adapt to it?" He removed the handkerchief from his mouth and nose and began wiping away the pouring sweat. "Damn it, isn't there any air conditioning or a cold draft here?"

No one would buy air conditioning or evaporative coolers in a place where the power might go out at any time! Mr. He Bosi watched as his pristine white handkerchief quickly turned yellow, and his mood worsened. This place was not only smelly but also filthy. He had only walked less than ten meters from his car into the Cafe and up to the second floor, and he was already covered in a layer of dust!

You have to understand, he's Prince. Even if his kingdom is just a Small Country, he's still Prince. He shouldn't be expected to wash his feet with milk, but at least he should maintain a certain level of cleanliness. Has he ever encountered a situation like this before? He put away his handkerchief somewhat unhappily. The more he wiped himself, the dirtier he became. He was very experienced. "Let's have a simple chat. Next time you come to see me, you should choose a more suitable place. I know some nice little islands."

"So, what is it that you summoned me here?"

After watching the other person perform for several minutes, Lin Qi slowly asked, "Want to make money?"