"Are you also eyeing my ten factories?"
The question was direct, even somewhat offensive, but it reflected the workers' straightforward nature.
Lynn wasn't angry; he simply said calmly:
" Trevor, do you know what the current situation is with Brevis?"
Trevor gave a bitter smile, "I know, I'm dying soon."
" The Orks spies are eyeing us from the outside, and we don't have enough food, but the lords in the Uptown are hoarding grain, slowly watching the people in the middle Lower City starve to death."
He spoke calmly, but his words were filled with despair.
Lynn nodded.
"Do you know why this is?"
"Why?" Trevor looked at him.
"Because nobody has seriously considered how to keep Brevis alive."
Lynn stood up and walked to the window.
The view outside the window is of Midtown night.
Towering chimneys spewed black smoke, and factories roared and operated incessantly everywhere.
However, the resources they provide do not reach the actual enemy.
Lynn suddenly spoke, as if talking to himself.
"In this world, Chaos and Xenos abound."
"Though I have no desire to vie for power, I am aware of the suffering of the common people."
"I only wish to cleanse the galaxy and protect the peace of Brevis."
He spoke these words very slowly.
Trevor Daidai at his retreating figure.
He couldn't understand the profound words, but he could hear the compassion and empathy in the words.
I also felt that almost bursting forth belief.
This young man was serious; he genuinely wanted to save Brevis.
Trevor's hands began to tremble. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat felt blocked.
Lynn walked back to the table and sat down.
He poured himself one last glass of wine, but didn't drink it.
"Although I command tens of millions of troops, compared to the Orks, it's still a drop in the ocean."
Trevor looked at Lynn.
Looking at the young governor's face, one could see the genuine, heavy sense of powerlessness.
The alcohol and the impact of those words seemed to reignite the union president's long-dormant passion.
He tried to stand up abruptly, but his body staggered and he fell back down.
Considering Ryan Union's factory, which can only produce basic equipment, let's not even talk about whether this governor would even look down on it.
Now, even these last few factories are about to close down; the spark that had just ignited in his eyes quickly faded.
Seemingly sensing Trevor's frustration, Lynn spoke again.
"I have food and men in the Lower City, but I lack even the most basic equipment."
Even if they were recruited, they wouldn't form a fighting force.
Are we supposed to send them into battle unarmed, fighting the Orks to the death?
At this point, Lynn sighed again.
Hearing this, Trevor was somewhat tempted and looked up at Lynn.
A longing gradually appeared in his eyes.
Lynn understood his longing, looked earnestly at Trevor, and said:
"Chairman Trevor, would you be willing to lend me a hand?"
Trevor took a deep breath, as if using all his strength:
"I am willing to serve the Governor at the utmost!"
" Lasgun, Boltgun, armor components—we can produce any standard equipment that meets the PDF specifications!"
"This will allow the people recruited by the Governor to immediately possess basic combat capabilities!"
He spoke quickly and urgently, as if afraid that if he hesitated, he would lose his courage.
"Only..."
"But what?" Lynn pressed.
"Sigh, it's just a pity we don't have enough money. The guild doesn't lack materials right now."
But we have neither manpower nor supplies, so I'm afraid we can't be of much help to the Governor-General.
Lynn suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. "Hahahahahaha~"
"What big problem did I have at the time? It was just the issue of food, wasn't it?"
"I happen to have several noble factions under my command, and they are quite wealthy."
"You can have as much food as you want?"
Trevor looked at Lynn: "Is that really true?"
"Of course it's true, Chairman Trevor. Would you be willing to join my ranks and plot our grand scheme together?"
Lynn extended his hand to Trevor.
"Mmm!" Trevor gave a deep "Mmm" and gripped Lynn's outstretched hand tightly.
He knew that from this day forward, the fate of Ryan Union would be completely changed.
The young man in front of him, Trevor, looked into Lynn's purple eyes.
He suddenly had a premonition that Brevis's fate was about to change.
Just as Lynn and Trevor were having a pleasant conversation, outside the door, among the guests who should have all been drunk...
A very handsome man dressed in purple aristocratic attire was looking with great interest into the room where Lynn and Trevor were.
There was even a hint of "admiration" in those alluring eyes?
"It doesn't rely on coercion or the presence of Psychic Power fluctuations from the Warp."
"With just a few words and some small favors, I won over this stubborn old man."
A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.
"Heh, this is getting more and more interesting, Lynn Corvana."
The day after the birthday party.
The workers at Ryan Union discovered that their chairman Trevor, seemed like a different person.
That face, which was always frowning and full of fatigue, was now radiant.
Her gray hair was neatly combed, her dark blue work uniform was pressed crisply, and even her walking pace was a few steps faster than before.
It was as if he had regained his former radiance.
"What's wrong with the president?"
"I don't know, it's been like this since the banquet yesterday."
"I heard a very important person came yesterday, bringing a gift of 10,000 tons of grain!"
"Ten thousand tons?! My Emperor!"
The workers discussed it amongst themselves, filled with curiosity and excitement.
They soon discovered that it wasn't just the president who had changed.
And the entire union.
A week later, all ten factories Ryan Union were back in operation.
The machine tool, which was about to rust, was restored to its former glory after emergency repairs and maintenance.
Raw materials were continuously delivered from Ryan Union warehouse, and all machines were running at full power.
The food was distributed on time, and the workers were finally able to have enough to eat.
This food was a "tribute" given to Lynn by Chuck and Isaac Faction.
Production efficiency recovered at an astonishing rate.
Within just one week, Ryan Union's union membership reached ten million, returning to its peak.
The factory's production efficiency returned to its peak a month later, when Lynn left the main hive.
Ryan Union is already capable of producing one million sets of PDF individual soldier basic equipment per month.
Lasgun, energy magazine, Flak Armour, hand grenade, medkit.
Although these are the most basic models, for soldiers about to face the Orks army, this equipment is their guarantee of survival.
Lynn would send people to deliver 5,000 tons of rations to Ryan Union every day.
It can not only meet the daily expenses of Ryan Union, but also leave a considerable surplus.
Chairman Trevor's face visibly flushed.
Chuck and Isaac certainly had their opinions; they had always looked down on these Midtown workers.
But Lynn invited Gus to the governor's mansion for a meal.
After a friendly exchange, the disagreements disappeared.
"This is an investment," Lynn told them.
"Once we defeat the Orks, the entire Dorito Agri World will be ours."
"At that time, what you've given up now will come back tenfold or a hundredfold."
Lynn himself didn't believe it, and the nobles were skeptical as well.
But looking into Lynn's menacing purple eyes, they ultimately chose to believe him.
Or rather, they dared not disbelieve.