Who Was Cheering

Where are these things going to be sold?

In the factory workshop, a young worker couldn't help but chat with his Coworker, and everyone had a genuine smile on their face.

It's hard to believe that just two years ago, whenever they appeared on the assembly line, they wouldn't smile; instead, they would look utterly hopeless.

Then, with resentful eyes and actions, they go to work, do production, complain, and whine.

Now they all have smiles on their faces, and work has become something that makes them feel happy and relaxed. It would be even better if they could work overtime!

The smiling workers heard the young man's question. They didn't mind chatting while working, and one of them immediately replied, "I don't care where it gets sold. I only care about my lunch today."

"You know what? I haven't had bread for almost a month or two. I've never found bread so delicious. Oh, and the broth too!"

"There were three pieces of meat in my soup yesterday, but I heard you only had two!"

Once this is mentioned, people's attention is diverted.

The factory's lunches consisted mainly of vegetables, whole-wheat bread, and a bowl of meat soup. Not to mention a month or two, many people here hadn't eaten any solid food for almost half a year.

For a long time, they could only eat what was supposedly a nutritious meal of poop, which was runny and watery when they ate it, and the same when they defecated. There was nothing to fill their stomachs.

The sudden economic downturn has led many families to master a very special skill: gardening. In some places, growing edible vegetables or plants on balconies or in rooms has become an essential part of people's survival.

Potatoes and similar foods have to some extent replaced bread and wheat in people's lives, but they cannot stop wheat production; people still crave bread.

The factory lunch mainly consisted of bread, the kind of hard whole wheat bread. To eat this kind of bread, you had to break it open first and then soak it in meat broth. The feeling was...

People couldn't help but salivate at the thought of yesterday's lunch; it was one of the things they looked forward to the most.

No one seemed interested in answering the young people's questions, perhaps because they were being ignored amidst the enthusiastic discussions about food.

While waiting for lunch, the young man learned from the Foreman, through half a loaf of bread, where the goods were going. They were to be transported to the estuary in the East Ocean, loaded onto a ship, and sailed south all the way to Nagaril.

Are all the Nagaril People this rich?

The young man was somewhat confused. He felt that the natives of that supposedly backward and impoverished place shouldn't be able to afford these excellent goods produced by the Federal.

He quickly buried these doubts in his heart. He also had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of taking care of his family. The spark that rose in his heart was weak and could not withstand any great storms before it was extinguished on its own.

He returned to the production workshop and began to work hard. The doubts that had once arisen in his heart, the impulse and desire to explore, were all suppressed by the heavy burden of life and dared not be thought of again.

Perhaps sometimes, in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he would think about this question again—a question that will never have an answer.

A few days later, the first batch of goods was transported by train and arrived at the port the following afternoon, where they were then loaded onto a ship and set sail.

After a four-day voyage, the Cargo Ship slowly docked. The brand-new overhead cranes in the port lifted containers off the ship one by one. At the same time, Lin Qi returned to Nagaril at the port not far away, which was used to dock Passenger Ship.

"This is a great place to go in winter!" Lin Qi said, taking off his thick coat after disembarking. The climate in Nagaril was very pleasant. After the coldest period, the temperature rose very quickly, almost like spring.

"I checked the thermometer before I disembarked, and it's seventeen degrees Celsius now." This was the Little Assistant's first time abroad, and she was a little nervous, following closely behind Lin Qi, clutching the clothes Lin Qi had thrown to her.

While on the Sea Surface, the sea breeze was still a bit chilly, but after disembarking, everything became so pleasant.

The gentle sea breeze, carrying a slight local odor and a vibrant, grassy scent, makes one feel as if they have undergone a special baptism from the inside out.

The city has become much cleaner, which was the most important and correct thing Lin Qi asked the mayor to do before he left.

By implementing a paid garbage recycling system and imposing sufficient penalties, the sanitation problems in the city and even the entire province were solved in an instant. The foul smell disappeared, and people's evaluation of the place began to rise. Some people were even willing to come and take a look.

The approaching armored convoy caused some first-time visitors to Nagaril to gasp and try to escape back to the gangway, while those who had been there before looked around until they saw Lin Qi, at which point they adopted an expression of nonchalance.

These convoys were there to pick up Lin Qi. The large-scale protests in Nagaril have been largely suppressed. Sometimes, the changes in some people can be quite unexpected.

The young people of Nagaril have begun to take a completely different path from their fathers, expressing their emotions in other ways, which is interesting, but also a little dangerous.

So the security company dispatched a convoy to pick up Lin Qi to avoid any danger on the way.

Lin Qi now has thousands of employees under his command, and he has become a veritable "capitalist" in people's eyes. If these people don't want to lose their jobs, they'd better pray every day that Lin Qi is healthy, can eat and drink well, and has many children and grandchildren.

"Mr. Lin Qi ..." The driver of the first vehicle jumped down, stood on the ground, saluted, and quickly glanced at the Sergeant, who returned the Sergeant.

Lin Qi nodded and led the group onto the modified bus at the back. The convoy arrived quickly and left just as quickly.

Watching the departing armed convoy, the first impression of those visiting Nagaril for the first time is of "Mr. Lin Qi" and his "armed convoy."

"My God, are all these your men?" On the bus, the Little Assistant didn't dare to breathe. The front and back of the bus were filled with soldiers with real guns, who were watching everything outside the windows warily.

On the Armored Car in front and behind, two Autocannon were operating the Autocannon. It all looked like something out of a war movie or a war documentary.

Lin Qi nodded. "You'll have to get used to it. Nagaril is safe, but not entirely safe. As long as we take proper precautions, it's actually safer here than the Federal!"

Federal gun control makes anyone a potential killer—load a bullet and pull the trigger.

However, this is unlikely to happen in Nagaril, where ordinary people cannot afford weapons, and even if they have money, they cannot buy them.

There are only a limited number of people who can buy weapons, and if anything goes wrong, these people will be purged immediately, so in some ways it's All-in-One here.

The Little Assistant swallowed hard, nodding somewhat awkwardly, a mixture of timidity and curiosity.

Lin Qi quickly turned his attention to Asier in the front seat. "Was there any rioting during this parade?"

He received the news a week ago, and given the time he spent at sea, he had no idea what had happened there.

Asier hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Nothing major happened, but a few young men tried to storm the Police Station. Two of them were shot dead on the spot, and the others scattered."

"The Police Chief is investigating whether their attack on the Police Station was premeditated, and what their motives were, but there hasn't been much progress."

This was probably the only discordant element in the entire march. After hearing this, Lin Qi merely frowned and made no comment.

He knew perfectly well that even if the Nagaril People were incredibly stupid, they wouldn't storm the violent institutions unless they found something they wanted there.

What's inside a violent apparatus? Police, and the guns in their hands.

"Go back and tell the Police Chief to strengthen the management of weapons. Make sure that officers store their handguns in the Police Station's vault after work, and that someone guards the vault at night."

Asier reacted quickly. Having spent a long time in the Federal, his way of thinking was more in line with that of Federal person. He immediately realized what Lin Qi meant, "You mean, someone is planning to steal weapons?!"

His voice was strained and distorted. As a local, he knew very well that Nagaril People were not people who would resist. The recent turmoil and the large-scale demonstration that had just ended were unbelievable things to him and to many Nagaril People.

For hundreds of years they had been accustomed to being oppressed, exploited and enslaved, and no one had ever thought of resisting. How could someone suddenly stand up? When Lin Qi mentioned that these people might try to seize the guns, Asier's first reaction was that it was impossible. After that instinctive reaction, he thought that it might not be impossible.

Everything is changing. When foreign cultures combine with local society, something unpredictable is bound to emerge.

What was impossible before may now be possible! Asier then reported on some issues related to the march. After a period of commotion, the Nagaril People finally gave up continuing the march. It wasn't that everyone had found a compromise, but rather that the large-scale layoffs of workers participating in the march by foreign factories had significantly increased the cost of participation.

Meanwhile, some capitalists were compiling a list, and all the people on the list would no longer be employed by them. Under this repressive policy, the protests quickly fizzled out.

Compared to what people might think is a reduction in money, at least they still have money if they continue to work, whereas when they can no longer work, they get nothing.

That's why people love it here. There are no laws, no Labor Union. In the Federal government, if capitalists dared to fire workers who participated in the protests, the Labor Union could bankrupt them!