Lynch came up with a simple and effective solution to Nell's confusion, which sparked some curiosity in Nell.

"Setting aside the problems and positions we face right now, how should the working class resolve such dilemmas?"

This was no longer just a father and son discussing how to deal with these workers, but more like an exercise in divergent thinking and contemplation.

Without hesitation, Lynch gave an answer — the Workers' Union.

Actually, the Workers' Union over the years has not just been an organization uniting workers. It acts more like a judge tilted towards workers' positions, yet capable of being bought, inserting a third party inclined towards the weaker side in labor-capital relations. This is an effective solution, aligning with all parties' interests, provided by the free development of labor-capital relations.

By using a third party to balance the relationship between labor and capital, when workers are clearly at a disadvantage, the union will stand up for them.

When capitalists are driven into a difficult situation by workers, it will also step out to offer solutions to them.

However, one point that needs to be noted is that the union has never admitted to being merely a civilian non-profit organization. It also has profit motives and methods for making profits.

After chatting for a while, the topic between them gradually subsided. Just in the short time they spent sitting and talking, a layer of dust had settled again in the closed room. Dust covered the table, their hair, their bodies.

Even though the doors and windows of the room were closed, cutting off any direct channels to the outside, dust was continuously settling down.

Soon they shifted to the purpose of Lynch's visit, "How is the current productivity and output?"

Actually, the Federation already has mature asphalt technology. Many non-main roads are paved with asphalt, which offers many conveniences, but also some inconveniences.

For example, water resistance and load-bearing capacity, just these two factors make it completely unsuitable for paving here. Nagariel is in a tropical area and is situated by the sea.

Inside, it's covered with primitive jungles and savannas, and outside, there is the vast East Ocean. The inland dry season does not affect the coast, and the humid, salty air can be a nightmare for asphalt roads. Moreover, with the advent of various heavy engineering vehicles, asphalt roads won't last long before they need to be rebuilt.

Some side roads can use asphalt surfaces, but absolutely not the main roads.

Talking about productivity and output, Nell sighed, "It's too slow. We use workers to pre-process the raw materials, manually crushing them into suitable sizes before loading them into machines, but it's still too slow. The machines are too old..."

Lynch nodded slightly, "The new machines are already being loaded onto ships and will arrive here soon. The problem is how to get them back."

The new machines have more advanced and reasonable designs, but they also have the problem of being larger and more inconvenient to transport.

This issue exists only in Nagariel and not in the Federation, where there is a complete transport system. Inland, transitions between engineering transport vehicles and trains can be completed through crane rails at freight stations, and corresponding methods for loading and unloading exist at ports.

But here, nothing like that exists. Just unloading the ships becomes a big hassle.

Fortunately, as more and more merchants begin focusing on this newly developing area, crane tracks are being built at several important ports. This allows for the fast loading and unloading of cargo shipped over from the Federation.

However, even after unloading, transporting the goods over becomes another problem.

When it came to these issues, Nell appeared more professional. He hesitantly asked, "Are these machines very expensive?"

"Expensive?" Lynch was curious about Nell's focus. He shook his head, "Not really expensive. Do you have any good ideas?"

Nell nodded, "We can use wood!"

He nodded again as if affirming his own idea, "Yes, wood. We've often done it like this before!"

He began explaining in detail some methods for transporting heavy objects, appearing excited. He suddenly realized there were things Lynch didn't understand and was asking him for advice, which felt wonderful to him.

Lynch didn't quite understand Nell's sudden, inexplicable excitement, but it didn't stop him from continuing to listen.

Actually, Nell's method wasn't particularly special. In the past, where there were no heavy cranes or cranes were inconvenient to enter, they would line up wood together. Wood has good flexibility and is easy to roll. People only needed to ensure the wood on both sides did not move apart as the machinery was transported.

With little effort, machinery could move forward along this wood conveyor belt-like structure.

The only drawback of this method is if the machinery accidentally fell to the ground, it would be very hard to lift it again. And it was also very challenging to go uphill.

Compared to the time consumed, this method might potentially incur financial losses but was more likely to save time. Hence, Lynch valued it greatly.

It was worth a try, he said in evaluation of Nell's proposed idea.

"You can allocate some people to prepare, around the tenth, the cargo ship will dock."

"I originally planned to stay a bit longer, but it seems...," Lynch shook his head and patted some dust off his pants, standing up, "I'll head back first. Contact me anytime if there's anything, and also..."

He paused as he spoke, "Don't underestimate the dust. It can affect people's health, especially the lungs."

"Try not to go outside, and if you must, wear this thing. It looks silly, but it could make your later years less burdensome!"

Lynch said this as he reached the door, put on a filter mask, waved his hand, turned around, and left.

This visit was quite fruitful. If the new machines could quickly replace those outdated, small workshop-style machines, it would undoubtedly speed up his project.

All the problems restricted by the Federation are not issues here. He could hire thousands of people to pave roads simultaneously, but in the Federation, this was always just an imagination.

As his car passed by a wealthy neighborhood, a disturbance on the roadside caught Lynch's attention slightly, but after a brief glance, he withdrew his gaze.

Since the turmoil in the wealthy district, some people pretended to be relatives of the original homeowners or even pretended to be the homeowners themselves and moved in, causing numerous issues.

For instance, when the real homeowners or relatives entitled to inherit arrived, they had conflicts with these impostors occupying their homes.

Nagariel does not have a system of household registration, nor like the Federation, a relatively complete personal social information archive. Proving a relationship between one person and another is also very difficult. Most of the time, third-party witness testimony is used as the basis for judgment.

This means... other impostors could testify to the police that another batch of impostors is indeed their neighbors. The police would then accept these impostors' testimonies because "neighbors" are not considered involved parties, making their testimonies credible.

This also caused those identified as homeowners or inheritors to be seen as rightful owners in the eyes of the police. Next time, when they testify for others, the police would also accept their claims.

Unless other more authoritative evidence emerges, like someone from the true wealthy or ruling class saying a few words on behalf of someone, the police would basically not take the initiative to investigate who the property belongs to.

Even the most backward police force shouldn't be wasted casually, right? With so much happening in the city every day, and so many noble lords needing to travel, who has the time to investigate such trivial matters as the ownership of a house?

Therefore, the suburbs hosting wealthy life areas have been lively lately. Lynch merely glanced and then turned his eyes away.

Not far away in a courtyard of a building Lynch had already forgotten, Gadon and his butler were confronting "aunt" and "brother" from abroad.

"This belongs to us, you lowly bastard! Now you want to claim it as yours!"

"This is your last chance. If you don't leave immediately and return what belongs to us, we will sue the Nagariel government and seek international assistance from the embassy!"

Simon's son, Gadon's brother, looked at Gadon with arrogance and disdain, as if this little thief had stolen everything that should belong to him and his mother.

During this time, through some little tricks, they've investigated Mr. Simon's estate, which is roughly around 800,000 Fla if completely sold off at market price.

This is actually an ideal value, but if you truly want to dispose of it quickly, the lawyer believed securing 700,000 is definitely possible.

While making these inquiries, someone already made an offer, suggesting that if disposed of at 700,000 Fla, the lawyer's fee would be a hefty 280,000 Fla.

Including other expenses, 300,000 Fla seemed a fitting number, hence he was also very motivated.

Everyone originally thought this would be a relatively simple process, but in reality, it was not so. This lad named Gadon rejected their demands and even had them thrown out.

Gadon did not behave like a timid native; especially his eyes always had a somewhat eerie feeling!

Watching the posturing mother and son duo, Gadon's face did not reveal much expression. He glanced sideways at the small dog barking at him from his feet, lifted his leg, and gave it a kick.

The little dog, barely bigger than a palm, screamed as it flew away, leaving the always noisy mother and son momentarily speechless.

Until... the woman screamed as she threw herself towards the little dog, "Mengxi!"

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