A New Word

"The unrest is escalating..."

In the house of the Provincial Governor, Drag, people were gathered together chatting, which looked like a leisurely afternoon tea party.

Compared to the composure of the Provincial Governor and Lin Qi, the faces of the others showed more or less fear.

The person reporting the situation outside is the local Police Chief. Considering the impending riots, the Police Chief had deployed police officers around the Provincial Governor's Residence before the riots even began, which was quite normal.

After all, the Provincial Governor is the highest administrative Chief of Mengwu Province. Anyone can make mistakes, but this Governor-General the only exception.

"The large-scale crowds have already impacted most of the expatriate communities in the area, and even some of the local Rich District have been affected. They have vandalized shops in some commercial districts, looted their belongings, and set fires..."

When the Police Chief said these words, he had a feeling he couldn't quite describe. He was also a member of a clan, but his position in the clan was rather awkward, and he was eventually assigned to Drag to serve as the Police Chief of the province.

He was also a member of the ruling class, and he felt a little pleased when he heard that foreigners, whom people jokingly called the "Third Ruling Class," were suffering this calamity. He had just secretly glanced at Lin Qi and the other foreigners.

But more than anything, there was fear. A ruthless glint was already hidden deep in his eyes. Once the ban was lifted, he would make some people understand that this was not the free Federal, but Nagaril, where everything had to be obeyed by the lords and the will of God.

The gentlemen are before God!

The sight of the Lowly People brandishing their fists terrified the Police Chief. He would break out in a cold sweat whenever he thought of his own self-righteous bravery when he used to single-handedly beat and disperse Lowly People with a baton.

If even one person had stood up and tackled him to the ground, he would have been torn to pieces by these Lowly People.

If they dare to attack these foreigners today, they might very well attack their own Ruling Class tomorrow. This trend cannot be allowed to continue; their momentum must be severely curbed.

Lin Qi noticed the subtle changes in the Police Chief's expression. He stood up, holding his wine glass, turned around, and faced the more foreigners in the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, I was deeply saddened and outraged when I heard this news."

"The construction of civilization requires building a magnificent structure brick by brick, but its destruction only requires a barbaric catastrophe. I propose, and will first donate... 100,000 Federal Sol, to save and help those who have suffered losses, lost loved ones, and those in need during this catastrophe!"

The Provincial Governor Drag may not be highly educated, but he has a keen sense of smell and political acumen. People who have come from a time of brutal struggle, even if they seem foolish at first glance, are not really foolish.

He quickly followed suit, saying, "I will also donate ten million Galil to help those in need."

The two exchanged a glance, their faces heavy, but both saw a tacit understanding in each other's eyes... a smile.

With Lin Qi leading the way and the Provincial Governor following closely behind, this was no longer a "proposal" or "initiative"; it was a fundraising event. Every foreigner here had their eyes darting around and their minds racing, trying to glean something useful from it.

"I'll donate 20,000 Federal Sol ..." The third person was Little Fox, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

Actually, the people in this room aren't exactly poor; they can all contribute some money, but they don't quite understand the nature of this donation, nor what they can expect from it.

This is unlike Federal charitable donations, where the Federal government returns a larger portion of the donated amount to the philanthropist through tax exemptions. If it weren't for some unseen rules binding them, they might donate all of their tax revenue for the year—in which case, when it's time to pay taxes, they wouldn't only be exempt from paying taxes, but the Revenue Service or City Hall would actually need to refund or subsidize them.

Donating money here is another issue. What are the benefits of donating? If there are no benefits, then how much is appropriate to donate? They are all waiting for someone to step forward and point them in the right direction, and for Lin Qi to explain the more detailed information.

Little Fox stepped in just in time and solved a lot of Lin Qi's problems. Lin Qi nodded slightly, then looked at the others, "Mr. Fox has already donated 20,000 Federal Sol. Do we only have one gentleman here with International Spirit?"

At that moment, a second person stepped forward, someone who was completely unexpected.

Penny walked up to the crowd, looked directly at Lin Qi, and subtly raised an eyebrow. "I'm donating all of my personal earnings to help those in need!"

Lin Qi was somewhat surprised. In his mind, Penny was more like a "Pu Lei En Ka Pu" (a character from a popular TV show). She was too young and had not received a higher level of education. As for her family background, he had not learned much about it, but it seemed to be from a Middle Class family, the kind that was neither rich nor poor.

Girls from such families, if they don't receive higher education, can only play the role of a "decorative vase" or what Lin Qi considers a "Pu Lei En Ka Pu." They won't have much political awareness. But this time, Penny's actions surprised Lin Qi.

He had already planned how to write this article for the reporters, to tell the Nagaril People that the Federal people are different from the foreigners they had encountered before.

Look, we even made donations spontaneously, including independent women. Whether they are foreigners or locals, everyone can enjoy the benefits of this donation.

Just as people were still hesitating, two gunshots suddenly rang out outside the house, followed by more than a dozen. The Police Chief was startled and turned to go outside to find out what was going on.

Lin Qi acted as if he hadn't heard anything; his expression remained unchanged. He looked at the somewhat shaken people and smiled, "Miss Penny's kindness is truly touching. I believe that when this gets back to China, even more people will become your fans."

Lin Qi's voice pulled everyone's attention back from the already subsided, but even more suffocating, silence outside. He said with a nonchalant laugh, "Ladies and gentlemen, don't be afraid. I guarantee with my integrity that I will not let my friends be harmed!"

A businessman in his thirties seemed to realize something at once. He rushed forward, raised his hand, and shouted, "Mr. Lin Qi, I'll donate... I'll donate five thousand!" His expression was somewhat conflicted, and he explained, "This is all the money I can afford right now, but I believe there are people who need help more than I do!"

Lin Qi's expression softened, and he even extended his hand to shake hands with the gentleman. "Your kindness has moved even God. Thank you very much for your donation. If you have any financial problems, you can go to Mr. Qiao Geliman, the president of Jinhui Bank. Just mention me, and he will be happy to talk to you and help you solve your problems!"

In reality, these small business owners were no different from Simon and his Simon, who were now dead. They couldn't find opportunities or get orders in their home countries and were on the verge of bankruptcy. Their only way out was to heed the call of the government and conglomerates and come to Nagaril to look for opportunities.

They weren't like Lin Qi, Patu, or Wo Delike, for whom tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars were nothing.

Five thousand dollars was all his savings. He left himself no way out. Coming from the Federal to a strange place to do business was a gamble.

So now he went all in, betting everything he had, and he won.

As long as the bank is willing to give him money, he can quickly build a factory here and then continuously produce cheap goods to sell all over the world.

Over the past two weeks, these people have largely figured out how to make money here. Basically, it's equivalent to free labor saving them an unimaginable amount of costs!

If you hire one hundred workers in the Federal government, including all their living expenses, regardless of their performance, you must pay them at least $25,000 a month in salary and other expenses.

Even if the factory loses money, they can't avoid this expense; otherwise, they would seek assistance from the Labor Union and take back their share through legal means, plus additional fines.

To cover worker expenses, if a factory's monthly sales are 100,000, the factory owner must ensure a net profit margin of over 40%, because in addition to workers, there are other expenses such as depreciation. But what kind of product can maintain such a high net profit margin and continue to sell well? (Non-mechanized production, a production model where humans are the primary productive force, is also one of the reasons driving mechanized production.)

No!

But everything is different here. The increased profit margins allow them to make a fortune even if they produce things that wouldn't be profitable in the Federal. What they actually earn is the wages of the local workforce.

The bigger the factory and the more employees, even without considering more profit points, even with less than 10% net profit, you can still make a fortune!

He wasn't afraid of how much the bank would lend, because everyone knew that the more loans they received, the more workers they could hire, and the more profits the factory would generate! This place was rife with exorbitant profits! The businessman whose hand Lin Qi was holding beamed with delight, his cheekbones jutting out, his eyebrows slightly raised, his muscles involuntarily contorting into a "smiling" expression.

"Mr. Lin Qi, thank you so much. I can't even describe how excited I am..." He bent over, but still held Lin Qi's hand tightly, expressing his overwhelming emotions.

Lin Qi's expression remained calm, with a knowing smile on his face. He was somewhat reserved, but there was an arrogance in his bones. He was like a King, emperor, or even a god who could control the fate of others, sitting high on the clouds, watching mortals below his divine throne express their joys and sorrows.

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