Facts have proved that what the director of the factory Glenkin said was correct. The young men who received wages spent a week's wages in just three days, and then reluctantly returned to the factory.
Rasov initially complained about the "animal nature" displayed by the locals, but soon accepted this setting and contentedly accepted all the bad habits of the locals.
Because his new gas tank production line has not yet started production, the bicycles wholesaled from Golden Gallon Port are sold out!
When the locals saw this kind of vehicle that "kicks off with two feet and is as fast as the wind", their eyes turned into copper bells.
And after hearing that buying this thing did not require the title of captain or certificate, but only a few hundred silver coins, these young natives immediately put their hands into their pockets without saying a word -
Then there are no cents.
If you don’t have money...then make money.
In order to live a life of riding a 28-bar on dirt roads in the countryside, and to have priority in choosing a mate in the tribe, these young men, the most original and avant-garde spirits in the wasteland, enthusiastically signed up and reluctantly
Joined the wave of production capacity transformation.
At first, they wanted to work two jobs and owe more wages to two factories. However, the shrewd Yue tribe businessmen predicted that they would definitely take advantage of the situation and took precautions to plug this loophole.
In order to protect the factory they spent huge sums of money to buy, they took the initiative to establish the first civil organization in the Lavinka Industrial Zone - the Federation of Industry and Commerce.
This federation is different from the two federations in Borneo. It only does one thing.
That is to register biometric information for your employees and share information with each other, which is equivalent to an early version of the "credit information system."
This technique is not very difficult.
There is just no Internet in the wasteland, but it does not mean that there are no computers and cameras.
You can't work in the alliance just because you will be fucked if you do. However, the autonomous committee of Lavinka Industrial Zone has not yet implemented the law to protect labor rights, so naturally there are not so many obstacles.
This time it was the turn of the locals in Lavinka Industrial Area to be dumbfounded.
When they received their wages from the first company and tried to go to the second company, they were kicked out directly. The same happened when they went to the third and fourth companies.
The factory owners united.
Now I can only work part-time...
Originally, Fang Chang felt that the locals did not have the conditions to form a social organization, so he postponed the plan to establish a representative committee. However, he did not expect that this blueprint, which was postponed to the future, was replaced by a group of Borneo people who came from Borneo Province and were the least political.
The person is finished.
In fact, he also made an empiricist error. It is not that the Borneo people do not care about politics at all and do not understand unity, they just do not speak up when the matter does not concern themselves.
When the fire burns to their buttocks, if they don't speak up, they will have no choice but to complain to the King of Hell. They still have to speak out a little.
Such as now.
If they don't show some real skills, one of them will go bankrupt.
But here’s where people find it ridiculous. When the fire doesn’t burn their butts so much, they may praise the fire for how warm it is, and the person who calls them “burning their buttocks” is really noisy.
But no matter what, humans are more advanced than animals.
The natives of the Rawinka Industrial Zone relied on their "animal nature" to scare the bosses of Borneo Province who came ashore, but they were eventually dealt with by the latter who "landed on the beach".
As for whether the Workers' Union will catch up to deal with the latter, that depends on how the latter develops.
If they can copy the success that Fang Chang himself cannot copy, let the "Golden Gallon Port Model" shine in the Lavinka Industrial Zone, and make the locals not mind the little pain, the radicals of the alliance will not
Any chance.
But these are things for the future.
In short, the 3,000 bicycles that Rasov brought from Golden Gallen Port were robbed as soon as they landed.
The young natives who had found jobs lined up in front of his factory, looking forward to it with their unearned wages.
The master workers from Golden Gallen Port never rested for a moment, loading cars at the door of the factory, winding chains, applying engine oil... They almost assemble one and sell one!
Rasov was collecting money next to him. Looking at the wad of banknotes in his hand, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
For the wholesale cost of 300 gallons (about 30 silver coins), he can sell it for 200 silver coins, and the supply exceeds demand!
If all 3,000 bicycles are sold, the profit alone will be 510,000 silver coins!
This is simply a huge profit!
Not only did he earn back the wages he paid out, but he also earned back the wages paid out by others!
The workers who loaded the bicycles had red eyes when they saw it. They wished they could resign on the spot and go home and become second-rate dealers instead.
Factory Director Glen King was not surprised at all that these bicycles would sell out, but he looked enviously at the batches of bicycles.
The Southern Army has no shortage of steel, rubber and engine oil, and there are many more advanced technologies than this.
However, just such simple materials, assembled with not too complicated technology, have become "light luxury goods" that only ten men and above can afford.
Either you have to make a lot of money and buy it with dinars on the market outside the logistics supply system.
Of course he owns a bicycle, as does his son and daughter, but he has never seen such a scene of "selling bicycles like nail clippers."
In the past, he didn't believe that ordinary people in the Alliance could afford cars, regardless of whether they had the title of Captain of Ten Thousands, but now he believed it.
Thinking that he could buy one in the future, his memory for the Southern Army was lessened...
After the sun went down, Rasoff handed the day's earnings to the staff at the White Bear Bank branch.
Looking at the money counter that kept buzzing, his face was filled with a bright smile. He was in a good mood and gave each of the truck loading masters a red envelope of 1,000 silver coins, and finally stuffed a wad of banknotes into them.
In the hands of Director Glen King.
"Haha, brother, your idea is a genius! Please feel free to express your gratitude!"
"You are the genius." He had no idea about silver coins. Director Glenkin didn't even count how many banknotes there were, so he stuffed them into his pocket, and then said with emotion, "In less than two weeks...
It takes this long for the troops from Yongye Port to arrive at Xifan Port, but your container is faster than them."
Rasoff didn't agree with Glenkin's shock. After all, no matter how fast the container moved, it was the shipping company's ability.
As long as he is willing to spend money, it can even be faster.
For example, transport by air.
However, it is not a mistake to transport such low value-added goods by plane.
"There is nothing surprising about this. Time is money for us. You will know after you work with me for a while." Rasov raised his eyebrows at him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I never treat my brothers badly."
, even if I make money, your benefits are indispensable."
Glen King also felt a little hot in his heart after what he said.
Although I have no idea about silver coins, the banknotes in my pocket are heavy.
He suddenly had the idea of taking it out and counting how many there were, but he didn't have the nerve to do so on the spot.
That pile contains at least 5,000 silver coins...
I heard that in the Alliance, it only costs 200 silver coins to buy an LD series assault rifle.
"Then do we still produce gas tanks? I feel bicycles are more profitable."
"Of course you have to produce. Don't be dazzled by short-term benefits. This deal can only be regarded as a quick buck." He smiled and patted the shoulder of the director of the Glenkin factory. Rasov rolled his eyes and continued, "
But you reminded me that we can develop some production lines to meet the needs of local people... As the saying goes, yes, adapt measures to local conditions!"
Glen King: "Like?"
Rasov said with a smile.
"For example, pots and pans, tricycles for pulling goods, or furniture."
Glenkin frowned slightly.
"Furniture made of iron? Although the iron ore here is cheap, will it be too heavy?"
Rasov shook his head like a rattle.
"Of course it's made of wood. What added value can you sell for something made of iron? Selling something for 1 silver coin for 1 silver coin is not your skill. It's your skill to let people buy it for 10 silver coins and still be grateful to us. Not only are we
We sell sofas made of wood, leather and cotton."
Looking at the boss talking eloquently, Glenkin smiled bitterly and said.
"I have to remind you that although there are a few trees on the land beside the Ravenka River, it is also called a desert."
Rasov said with a smile.
"Of course I know, but there is a lot of wood in Fries Port, and there is also a lumber factory in Mantou Port... I remember that the factory there is still run by you Weiland people."
The wasteland is being connected into a whole, and the pattern of thinking limited to the vast desert is too small.
He can hire the most noble artists from Dawn City, import the highest quality wood, furs and cotton from Baiyue Province, and send them to the factory in Jingallang Port for rough processing.
Looking at Rasov who was describing his business map with great joy, Glen King suddenly felt a little unfamiliar and couldn't believe that this guy was actually a Borneo.
He had met the Borneo people.
That submissive look once made him look down on them from the bottom of his heart, to the point where he didn't even take them seriously.
Now he finally figured out why the alliance won.
Unity is the means.
Equality is their core.
The Legion turned wastelanders into livestock.
And the Alliance turned them into humans.
Animals are destined to be invincible against humans, and the defeat of the Southern Army and even the entire Army is almost inevitable...
…
Small commodities from Kingallen Port have set off a fashion trend in Lavinka Industrial Area.
You can see "Oudebiao" everywhere on the dusty dirt road, but it's just the banana that lacks a little bit of soul.
This is not a tropical zone after all. Strictly speaking, it should be considered a temperate zone. The reason for the heat is simply that this is the southern hemisphere, and December in the southern hemisphere is the hottest time in summer.
It is precisely because of this that not only the bicycles of Golden Gallen Port are best-selling, but also short-sleeved T-shirts and sandals.
Especially the latter.
Those styles that have become outdated in Kingallen Port have become the most popular and popular styles in the local area!
That group of savage aboriginal people like orcs can even fight over a piece of dirty colored shirt.
As for the artworks that have been certified by shelter residents, such as the "Vine Cabin", no one cares about them. Both men and women are allergic to the low-key and luxurious temperament.
On the contrary, it is the exaggerated designs that some players have come up with, and there is a market for them here.
For example, a red T-shirt with a baby face printed on it, that cheerful smile has almost become the spiritual totem of several tribes.
Looking at the group of spirited young men wearing Beanie shoes and Wangzai milk bottles on their bodies, Irena had a subtle expression on her face.
This kind of performance art briefly appeared in Dawn City before when the qualifications for closed beta were released, but unexpectedly it reappeared among the Wastelanders after the qualifications for closed beta were tightened.
"Is this the Renaissance?"
Elf King Fugui rubbed his temples and scratched his eyes to relieve his mental fatigue.
"Ah... I guess so."
There are more and more new faces in the server, and they are no longer a small circle of old players. Although "Wasteland OL" has not yet had an open beta, it is actually no different from the open beta.
Mosquito is still flying planes on the front lines, Tails is building snowmen in the Arctic Circle, and several of the most famous living treasures are no longer there.
At least he couldn't guess who did it, or maybe it wasn't the players at all.
Just as the players were eye-opening, the 172 bastards who bought the factory finally figured out how to develop this market, and wrote to the Autonomous Committee to ask them to hoist the port's gantry as soon as possible to facilitate unloading.
, then the light industrial products imported from Jingallan Port started to be dumped.
This has indeed stimulated the market in Lavinka Industrial Zone to a certain extent, but after all, the market and the factory are separated by a river.
Those boys who owed money were indeed pushed back to the factory by the bosses brought by the league from all over the world, but they obviously did not really want to build their hometowns, they just wanted to make a quick buck to buy a new car.
Wind bike back.
There is actually nothing wrong with thinking this way, and it is not even wrong to not like saving money. People should give priority to living for themselves and the present... but they should not have no plans for the future.
Especially when everyone in a society has no plans for their future, no matter good plans or bad plans, the society is almost bound to stagnate or even go downhill.
In this case, any stimulus measures aimed at civilized society will be ineffective.
The locals live like animals. They look for food when they are hungry, water when they are thirsty, mate when they want, and do daily work. They will never master a core technology, or even expect them to.
Becoming a skilled worker is a luxury.
Although the flexible Golden Gallen Port businessmen headed by Rasoff made a fortune in the short term, this money was largely the dividend obtained from the auction of Southern Legion assets in the Ravenka Industrial Zone.
Local workers can borrow money precisely because of this dividend as a guarantee.
Otherwise, no one would advance their wages at all, just like no one would lend money to the seagulls in Chip Harbor.
And once this bonus is used up, everyone here will suffer.
Fang Chang believed that an experienced Golden Gallen Port businessman like Rasoff would be able to escape before the flood came, but as the captain of a ship, it meant nothing to him who held the final lifebuoy.
There must not be enough lifebuoys for everyone.
What he has to do is to sail the ship well, prevent it from hitting the rocks, and allow every passenger on the ship to get ashore successfully.
At the meeting of the Lavinka Industrial Zone Autonomous Committee, Fang Chang, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, looked at the committee members sitting in front of the conference table and said.
"...the wastelanders in the River Valley Province don't like to save money and pursue the philosophy of life in the morning. But even so, they have an idea of what they will do tomorrow."
"So when we hand the book to them and tell them that tomorrow will be better, it takes almost no effort for them to learn it seriously. And when we come up with a better plan and put it in front of them,
They will work hard with us when the time comes."
Xiaoyu and Boss Xia should be typical examples, including a series of survivors such as the more accomplished Liszt and Sun Shiqi.
Nowadays, newcomers to "Wasteland OL" have little impression of Xiaoyu, but Fang Chang is very impressed.
That guy has grown from a little girl sitting in front of the nursing home counting coins to one of the designers of the alliance's financial system, and even he, an expert, can't fool him.
Boss Xia also became an outstanding engineer.
Although she is not rich, money is not the only criterion for measuring the meaning of life. Her research and contributions are also obvious to many players in the league.
As for here...
After a moment of silence, Fang Chang looked at the ceiling of the conference room and sighed, shaking his head.
"The above is the experience of Dawn City, and it is also the root of the Boulder City model and the Golden Gallon Port model... But based on my observations during this period, I unfortunately found that this set of underlying codes does not apply here."
The locals have no idea about the future at all.
Their extreme sloppiness and adaptability are the reasons why the actual production capacity of Lavinka Industrial Zone is far from the theoretical output value.
The reasons for this are not that complicated at all, and have nothing to do with Tire and the Enlightenment.
And he did blame them wrongly.
It's not that they don't "resist", but they resist all the time and resist everyone they meet...
If the same industrial zone is placed in the Lion State of Borneo, and the Borneo people are allowed to tighten their belts to make guns and cannons for the Southern Army, Abu Saik and Lasi may really be beaten by the Southern Army.
Everyone sitting at the conference table looked at each other, and finally focused their attention on President Antoine.
Pushed to the stage by everyone's expectations, President Antoine gave a wry smile and turned his attention to Fang Chang for help.
"You can think of a way."
Fang Chang shook his head.
"You can't place all your hopes on me alone, otherwise what will you do after I leave? The reason why I am holding this meeting today is to hear your opinions."
President Antoine shut his mouth and turned his attention to the president of the Development Foundation.
That guy's name is Hope. He is an accountant by profession. He is a native of Wilant who was born in the city of Avente. I don't know which factory the alliance found him from. In short, he is now in charge of the "money bag" of the entire autonomous committee, and
He is holding a huge sum of 1.5 billion silver coins in his hands!
With such a large amount of money in hand, he wanted to see what this guy was capable of.
Being stared directly at by President Antoine's eyes, Hope knew that he could not escape, so he coughed lightly and said.
"Maybe we can make some people rich first, and then others--"
Before he could finish his words, the captain of the industrial zone guard interrupted him with a dark face.
"They will be robbed completely by other indigenous people, just like Blackwater Lane in Yongye Port. In just the past half month, we have handled 37 robberies and 26 thefts, half of which were related to bicycles."
He is one of the few natives of Lavencar at the conference table, but he grew up in the city of Avent, so he can be considered one of the few natives who has seen the world.
His mother was a servant of a captain of thousands. Because she was half-Velantian blood, she got the position of captain of thousands in the servant army.
Later, with the defeat of General Lubis, he had a good surrender attitude, so he was assigned to the Guard by the alliance. Due to his outstanding performance and the recommendation of a certain battalion commander of the expeditionary force, he rocketed up to his current position as sergeant.
It is precisely because the blood of local people flows in his veins that he understands the nature of local people better than anyone else.
Without waiting for Hope to answer, he continued.
"...In the end, this place will still become a night port. Outsiders will continue to live in the most prosperous community, while the locals will still rot in the stinking ditch...I think this is not what the alliance wants to see."
While speaking, he looked at Fang Chang. Although the latter did not express his position, he still gave him a look of approval.
Indeed, the league does not want to see this happen.
But to expect the Alliance to intervene forcibly just because they don't want to see this happen is to know nothing about the Alliance.
Peaceful coexistence is the wish.
They will not design a game where they can only win but not lose just because of a wish, take away the winner's trophy and force it on the weak in need of help.
The fairness of the rules can at least ensure that the victory is meaningful, while the strong
He couldn't say this, but he did think so in his heart——
If the local people really can't hold up the wall with mud, then they should be allowed to lie in the mud and watch their Wilante neighbors return to their big houses with their own hard work and bravery, and then think about whether to let themselves or
Let the next generation change their way of life.
Perhaps because he understood the meaningful look in his eyes, Hope felt a little more confident and watched the guard captain argue with reason.
"Then it must at least become Evernight Port first, right? At least the aliens in Blackwater Alley are different from the aliens in Ravenka Industrial Zone. The poor ghosts in the slums are more decent than the animals in the primeval forest.
Can you deny this? Besides, you yourself are from the city of Avente, and you know better than anyone else why the locals are so poor, and why you, who also have foreign blood flowing in your veins, are different!"
The captain of the guard was at a loss for words. He was not good at debating, and because he was exposed to the thoughts of civilized people, he lacked Bosaka's chaotic and unreasonable temperament.
With his eyes wide open, he couldn't say a word, so he choked back his words.
Not only him, but also the elders of several large tribes sitting at the corners of the conference table could not say anything to refute.
They really know in their hearts what kind of virtues the young men in their clan have, and they also know what kind of virtues they have themselves.
In fact, to put it bluntly, they never thought that one day they would be able to sit at the same table as the Wilantes and discuss the future of the Ravenca Industrial Zone on an equal footing.
If none of their tribesmen can compete with the Wilantes, then no one can really blame them...
Fang Chang looked at Hope.
"You want to use the 'Golden Gallon Port Model', right?"
"It's the Yongye Port model!" Hope continued with courage, "Yongye Port has no funds, no technology, and no market... But we have all these, and we are standing on the cusp of the storm!"
"The sale of 172 factories has raised 1.5 billion silver coins. This money should not only be used for transformation, but we can also use part of the money to invest in infrastructure... For example, establish a local development bank and invite bids through the qualifications committee.
Renovation of the old city, renovation of old civil docks, roads and municipal systems."
While saying this, he looked at the four tribal elders sitting at the conference table.
"You may not understand. To put it simply, we will use a sum of money from the development fund to help you renovate your house! Let you move from the tent to a big house with a view of the sea!"
Upon hearing these words, the four old men were immediately excited and almost regarded him as their savior.
Fang Chang probably finished listening to what he said.
This is actually the Golden Gallon Port model, but the difference is slightly different.
After all, the Port of Golden Gallen at that time had just emerged from the "Nihak period" and knew nothing about the operating rules of the market. Both the old aristocracy and the emerging class were standing on the same starting line, and the latter had more motivation to change, so in the society
Amidst the changes, he quickly became a leader in avant-garde thinking.
But Ravenka Industrial Estate is different.
Whether it is ability or experience, the Weilant people are a dimensionality-reducing blow to the locals. Now raising this starting gun is equivalent to asking adults and children to race.
But as Hope said, now that they are on the cusp of the storm, they still have a chance to do this.
When the storm passes, it’s hard to say what role these 1.5 billion silver coins will play.
Maybe they don't even have a chance to speak, and these dividends will either be consumed by themselves or eaten up by outsiders.
"There is no safe choice in this matter. I can't decide for you. My only advice is to give up the illusion of wanting both... Let's vote by a show of hands."
Fang Chang knocked on the table and gave the local people the right to choose.
"The left hand is in favor, the right hand is against, and putting your hand on the table means abstaining."
As he said that, he put his hand under the table to indicate that he or the alliance would not participate in this vote.
There are 14 people sitting in front of this round table, 6 of whom are Willant, 6 are Aboriginal, and one is of mixed race.
At least voting is fairest now.
A pair of hands were raised. A total of ten people were in favor, two were opposed, and one abstained.
What's interesting is that one of the two opponents is a mixed race and the other is a Wilant.
Antoine abstained without any doubt. This guy is a typical "competent speculator."
As for the four tribal elders sitting at the conference table, they all raised their left hands high.
After all, they have chosen their ideal leader.
"This is the first meeting of the Lavinka Industrial Area, and the representatives of the alliance have witnessed that it is fair...at least in terms of the process, it is relatively fair."
Fang Chang looked at the energetic Hope and awarded him the winner's red medal with his eyes.
"Don't live up to the expectations of the survivors of Ravenka Industrial Zone. Go ahead and do what you envision for the future."