"International Trade ..."
Adelaide thought very hard, then shook his head, knowing a little more than anyone else in this room.
Right now, the Federation didn't have the basic conditions for international trade, and the countries were already very dissatisfied with the neutrality shown by the Baylor Federation during the war, and there was actually a deeper reason behind it.
In the world war, as a neutral country rightfully became a harbor for many capitals to escape the war, which inevitably accelerated the economic development of the Baylor Federation.
On the one hand, various countries were shattered, depopulated, and deserted because of the war, and on the other hand, the Baylor Federation's neutrality instead allowed them to become richer and stronger.
This would make many warring countries feel a kind of unpleasantness that was hard to describe, and even those victorious countries would feel that the Baylor Federation and other neutral countries had stolen the fruits of victory that should have belonged to them, so naturally, they would not treat the Baylor Federation in a favorable light.
These victorious countries, relying on the fact that they had won the other half of the world in this world war, did not give the slightest thought to a neutral country, and refused to honor the bonds just to make things difficult for the Baylor Federation.
The defeated countries, on the other hand, cashed in perfunctorily in all sorts of ways, in order to achieve the goal of being able to cash in, but cashing in in a way that didn't make much sense.
In this diplomatic dilemma, the idea of trying to expand international trade could only remain an idea.
Perhaps it was indeed a good solution to the current problems of the Baylor Federation, but it wasn't the time or the fire yet.
Adelaide looked at Lynch a few more times, this young man was indeed not quite the same as the others, he saw through the current situation at a glance, the Progressive Party actually had such a discussion within the party, and their conclusions were roughly similar to Lynch's statement.
Wanting to revitalize the economy was actually very simple, as long as there were stable buyers for the things produced in those factories.
The domestic market has been satisfied, then look at the international market, the world's population of 2.4 billion people, what can not be digested?
But not now, the international community's dissatisfaction with the Baylor Federation's attitude in terms of its stance was making the Baylor Federation struggle in the international community, and in the short term, if some major changes didn't happen, this could last for a long time.
He casually wrote some symbols in his notebook, known only to him, to remind himself of something.
Adelaide had worked as a stenographer when he was younger, and in a world where technology, while ever-changing, was still much more backward than in another world, minutes were often transcribed by hand by secretaries.
The speed of transcription is certainly not as fast as the speed of speech, in order not to lose words as much as possible, almost all the people who need to shorthand, will have a set of their own "code".
After he wrote this did not continue to talk in depth in Lynch's point of view, which made the other people look at Lynch's gaze more friendly.
After another half hour or so, the meeting was over, Adelaide shook hands with everyone and thanked them for their efforts during the evening session, and if the governor made any decisions, they would be the first to be notified.
Each participant in the meeting shook hands and thanked them, and said that they should do this, at this time in the body of these people can not see the ugliness of their exploitation of workers, only grace and elegance.
Lynch rested here at night, and the next day he left in the mayor's car, of course, he also exchanged business cards with other people, including Congressman Green.
Congressman Green, as a member of the State Senate, he was not at present a regular resident of Sabine, and had returned this time only to render some service that he could, and would leave later, after Adelaide's departure.
On the way back, the mayor suddenly broke the calm in the carriage, "Are you sure about what you said to me last time?"
Lynch pondered a little and immediately understood which ones he was talking about, "Mr. Adelaide's attitude has actually told us, hasn't it?"
Some of the ideas that other people had proposed last night Adelaide would discuss them for a while with the other people in the room, even if those ideas seemed stupid to the core, he would seriously consider and discuss them.
The only idea that Lynch brought up he didn't discuss with anyone else, didn't come up with any new ideas on Lynch's point of view, much less initiate a discussion.
In fact, in the end, from the very beginning Adelaide had already known and understood the idea so well that there was no need to say more.
People might discuss stupid things, though they would promptly terminate them when they realized they had no value, and would only go deeper if they thought they had value, and the same was true of the exploration of these issues.
If the idea had no value, the governor's chief of staff wouldn't have been bothered to study the thing thoroughly.
The mayor stopped talking and began to consider the maneuverability of the things Lynch had talked about earlier, he thought hard about it, but still found it tricky, especially since Lynch was going to change the current employment system, which was a minefield, a forbidden area, and if he didn't get it right, something big would have to go wrong.
He didn't bring it up again, and calm returned to the compartment, but both men were thinking about it, about how long this in front of them would last.
With the arrival of September, and the Ristoan Group's extensive shutdown, the Sabine that had originally seemed to be quite prosperous became decimated in the blink of an eye.
The streets were filled with people with ugly faces, who clasped their arms and walked mindlessly on the streets, sometimes gathering together to whisper, causing those who passed by their neighborhood to feel a chill.
A limousine slowly pulled up outside the bank, and some children and some young people immediately stretched out their hands towards Lynch who came out of the car, who casually dropped a handful of change on the ground.
About seven, eight or ten dollars, all in coins, he didn't really care about that.
Compared to letting these people's hands dirty his thousands of dollars worth of clothes, this amount of money might not even be enough to pay for cleaning.
The crowd shifted all at once with those flying coins to the junction of the sidewalk and the side of the road to one side, people bending over or crouching down to pick up those coins and clasp them in their hands, and as Lynch entered the bank he could hear curses and shouts of well being from outside, some people were getting into a physical altercation over that money.
Once inside the bank, everything became quiet and peaceful again, especially the moment the doors closed, the noise on the sidewalk was like a mime behind a glass wall, it was hard to catch Lynch's attention anymore.
After refusing the salesman's help, Lynch walked straight into Joe Gleeman's office, he was here today for the land.
The real estate in Sabine had always been lukewarm, and the price of the land was constantly falling, Hart had thought that after waiting for a while, Lynch would come around, but he didn't expect that after waiting for half a month, Lynch hadn't made any move.
On the contrary, he himself, first could not sit still, he decided to agree to Lynch's request, and he finalized this matter.
Hart has been under a lot of pressure lately, all aspects of the pressure, the previous project is considered to have suffered a huge failure, some investors and creditors began to urge to force him.
The only way for him to do that now was to get a steady income as soon as possible, to calm these people's agitation.
Sometimes he felt that partnering with people in business was really not an easy thing to do, when making money these people would demand more, when losing money they would clamor for compensation, they were sometimes not like investors, like wild dogs, never getting enough to eat.
Just entering the door, Joe Gleeman was already packing up his things, the bank was definitely not the place to talk about things, they would go forward to a private place of business together later, Lynch was just passing by here, and at the same time Joe Gleeman had some things of his own that he wanted to talk to Lynch about.
"Sit down for a while ...", he greeted and continued the work at hand as Lynch casually sat down on the couch.
He watched as Joe Gleeman was organizing several books that looked like ledgers, and couldn't help but walk over to look at them again, all of which were filled with names.
"What's this?" , Lynch couldn't help but ask curiously, it didn't look like a ledger, but it shouldn't be a passbook record or anything like that either.
Joe Gleeman didn't pause in his hands, quickly signing and flipping through it, then putting it together, while also replying in passing, "A directory of the amounts and approvals of the first installment of personal credit loans!"
He casually flipped open a copy and pointed to one of the lines and explained, "See, this fellow named Tom was able to get a credit loan of thirteen hundred dollars from the bank without any collateral, and as soon as he applied for it, the money would be credited directly into his account, and all he had to do was to pay an interest rate of roughly zero-point-two percent a week on it."
Lynch bristled, not paying any more attention to this stuff, it was a monster.
Credit loans weren't considered a bad policy in and of themselves, but it wasn't a very good policy to be pursuing right now.
It was simple, people had to use credit loans because they were poor, but they had to pay a not-so-cheap interest rate for it, but they were unemployed, and once the liquidity in their hands dried up, they would most likely have to face the harsh reality of their assets being auctioned off.
The bank will not consider whether it is humane to do so. The lawyers in the legal department of the bank are always devils in human skin, and they even pulled out two gold teeth from a grandmother's mouth in order to recover the loan.
In time the already strapped family could potentially add to their woes, and everyone knows that auctions never sell for their original price, let alone second hand goods, and they definitely lose a lot more than they gain.
Soon Joe Gleeman was done with all that and joined Lynch out of the bank lobby, those on the street outside had been dispersed and two police officers remained on this side of the street.
No one knew what had happened here a short while ago, except for a few puddles of blood on the floor that had dried and crusted over a layer of blood, proving that there had been a confrontation.
Joe Gleeman glanced at the shocking red color of the ground and withdrew his gaze, talking and laughing as he and Lynch got into the car and slowly left the area.