Molotov was standing in a long line wearing dirty work clothes. He was sloppy, with his hair messy and smell of engine oil. His eyes were deep and he looked very haggard.

The team is connected to the Finance Department of the Ministry of the Interior. It is said that this department will soon become the Ministry of Finance independently, but I don’t know who will serve as the minister. And Molotov came to the Finance Department this time to apply for a loan.

"Name." asked the finance clerk.

"Molotov, Russian, thirty-five years old. I had traveled in South America before and fled to Havana after the Cataclysm. I have been working in the Legion factory for three months. My skill level is A, meets the loan requirements, and I want to borrow two hundred gold coins."

When Molotov was nervous, he talked a lot. When someone asked him something, he said everything he was brewing in his heart. At the same time, he handed over the loan application he wrote.

The clerk glanced at the application coldly, glanced at Molotov a few more times, and asked, "What do you want to do for a loan?"

After the chaos of the end of the world, Molotov seemed extremely careful in everything. He quickly took out a few wrinkled design drawings from his pocket, and then there was a sample of a kerosene lighter.

"The Legion is still producing matches in large quantities, but I think we should upgrade to producing lighters. My hands-on ability is pretty good. I used to like to collect various old lighters, and I can make this thing with the simplest tools and materials.

In the past, the lighters we used required plastic, electronic ignition, and liquefied petroleum gas, but these things are gone now. But matches are still too troublesome. I think kerosene lighters must have sales.

I run a factory myself and have gathered several companions. Everyone’s skills are very reliable. We can hire dozens of people and start working in half a month of training. There is no difficulty in building this thing. But we don’t have funds, so I want to take out a loan.”

The clerk grabbed the sample lighter and fiddled with it for a few times. The fire was smooth and it was very useful. It was indeed much better than matches. So he grabbed a seal at his hand and pressed it heavily on the application form, "Your first review has been passed, go to the second floor, where will there be more professional reviews?"

Alas... Molotov was sweating nervously. This loan could be related to his future life. However, such an important loan had no collateral. It depends entirely on whether the people in the Legion Finance Department were optimistic about him.

The initial review was easy, but the review was a little more troublesome. The Legion sent people to know Molotov's team specifically, and watched them hand-made some kerosene lighters and tested their performance.

Finally..., before the factory was built, the legion placed an order to buy 10,000 kerosene lighters. In the Apocalypse, small ignition devices that are convenient to carry are very necessary.

Molotov was so happy that he started his own career with a group of people. Now the labor force in Havana is very cheap, and basically he can recruit a large number of people just by giving him some food.

The steel mill in Havana offers the simplest tin slab, grinding wheels and flints are basic minerals, and it's easy to buy.

Kerosene can be purchased from the Havana refinery. Compared with the shortage of gasoline and diesel, the supply of kerosene is much looser. Production tools are just some pliers and fixtures.

Molotov initially recruited fifty workers and completed simple training in just three or five days. With division of labor and cooperation, fifty people produced more than one thousand lighters on the first day. Molotov personally took the quality inspection and took his partners to check the quality of the lighters one by one.

"The yield rate is not enough, more than half of it needs to be reworked." Molotov laughed happily after saying this, "But as long as the production last week, I have the confidence to increase the yield rate to more than 95%. Hahaha..., hey! Brothers, we are going to get rich."

During the entire production process of lighters, it is the most difficult to train employees. During this period, scolding and even beating are inevitable. Molotov even got angry at his employees, "I just taught you yesterday, and I forgot after a night's sleep."

Technically, in order to support Molotov's lighter factory, the Legion even asked professional chemical workers to help distribute high-quality low-volatilization electric oil.

It is difficult to make money in the end of the world, and it is easy to say it is difficult. On that day, Molotov bought a bucket of ‘Supreme’ vodka, and the cheerful partner shouted: “I wish the commander of the Hugo Legion good health, we have come to the right place and finally live a stable life.”

Molotov spent a whole week delivering the order of 10,000 kerosene lighters placed by the Legion to ensure that each lighter has excellent quality. After confirming that his factory could operate normally, the Legion actually placed another order of 100,000 for him.

"The cost of a lighter is less than two silver coins. We sell it with a price of five copper coins. In less than a month, we can repay all the loans, and the rest is all gross profit. I really didn't expect that I would make a fortune by selling lighters one day."

Molotov, who had no worries about sales, directly expanded production. His employed workers quickly reached more than 500 people, and his daily output soared to 20,000 people, and his yield quickly stabilized at more than 99%. However, even such production volumes are still in short supply.

The production of lighters is very simple, and similar products quickly emerged, but in terms of quality and price, no one can compare to Molotov. Havana's industrial production is becoming more and more abundant, the supply of raw materials is becoming cheaper, and the stable public security makes the production very stable.

In the end of the world, products like cigarettes that have a spiritual soothing effect have always been very popular. Havana's "Supreme" cigarettes have always been very easy to sell. In the past, people who smoked had a pack of matches in their pockets, but now people are more willing to use lighters.

The best-selling of lighters even led to the sales of kerosene in the Havana refinery, and the special lighters were sold very well. The Legion obtained a lot of profits and taxes from it.

"Since we opened the labor market and carried out personal commercial loans in the legion, similar small light industrial enterprises have begun to appear on a large scale. The types of goods on the market have suddenly increased by more than ten times, and the market vitality has suddenly exploded."

At the internal notice meeting of the Legion, personnel from the Ministry of the Interior flattered Zhou Qingfeng's policy of opening up individual business after the rectification movement, and his corps commander blushed.

"We were worried that a large number of idle labor would cause social unrest, but these privately-run enterprises have absorbed these people well, and their labor efficiency is higher than some of the factories we founded ourselves.

The development of industry has caused an enrichment effect. While commodities are flowing out, more and more people gather in Havana. The Ministry of the Interior estimates that our population will exceed 1.2 million in a year. And the wealth we create will be more than ten times the previous one."
Chapter completed!