Chapter 790

Unknowingly, time had already reached October.

When Lanse was checking the third-quarter account books, he unexpectedly discovered something very interesting.

The workers' wages had gone up.

He put down the account book of the labor service company in his hand; currently, the number of laborers registered with the labor service company had exceeded 40,000.

Because of the labor service company's consistently good reputation, coupled with the background of the Lanse family, it had become the largest labor service company in New Jincheng.

Many newly established companies also began to get used to dealing directly with Lanse's labor service company, rather than dealing directly with the workers.

This was more convenient, faster, and saved more trouble.

The labor service company was also constantly upgrading, and now it was managed by professional managers.

Originally, Lanse only treated the labor service company as a starting business, but now that the scale was getting larger and larger, its value was also getting higher and higher, so continuing to use people from the gang to manage it would limit the development of this enterprise.

And more professional managers could better control market changes and find better development methods and directions from them.

40,000 people registered, which explained this point.

"Have wages generally risen now, or have they only risen in some industries?" Lanse looked at the manager in front of him.

Thirty-five years old, high school graduate, had worked for seventeen years, but had self-studied university courses.

At this time, federal schools were not sure how to deal with these people who self-studied university courses, so there was no corresponding examination system; the schools could only recognize that they had self-studied all the content and passed the exams.

As for degrees or certificates, there were none at all.

However, even so, it was quite remarkable; this showed that this manager was a very motivated person.

He nodded, "Yes, Mr. Lanse, the price of heavy manual labor has risen by an average of one dollar and twenty cents, and for some jobs that require a certain technical content, such as welders, operators, etc., the salary has risen by about two dollars and fifty cents to five dollars."

"For some very special positions, such as doctors and nurses, their income has risen even higher."

"I have read some analytical articles, and people generally believe that this is related to the outbreak of the war."

Lanse agreed with this view; four million young people left society, how many young people were there in the entire Federation?

The vacancies left after these people left needed to be filled; the factory assembly lines wouldn't stop turning just because someone left to join the army, waiting for these people to retire and return.

The labor market, which had been saturated for many years, began to show gaps, and with the outbreak of the war, the manufacturing industry began to shine, appearing with more job positions; the rise in workers' wages was within expectations.

This was actually a good thing, tightening the reins on the Federation's path to depression and starting to turn around on the spot.

Every month, the labor service company could provide Lanse with a profit of about 25,000 to 30,000 dollars; this income was actually already very considerable, about 500,000 a year.

Compared to his other industries, this bit of money wasn't enough to look at.

However, what he valued was definitely not the money, but the influence!

"I've been thinking about something recently." Lanse took out a cigarette, and the manager hurriedly prepared to listen to instructions, sitting with his legs together, and even took out a pen and a notebook, intending to record Lanse's words at any time.

Lanse cleared his thoughts, "We need to provide security measures for the workers, not referring to pensions, but to situations like accidental injuries."

"Of course, in terms of pensions, we can also consider helping them join the federal government's social security system, letting them connect with people from the Social Welfare Bureau."

The manager couldn't help but raise his hand, and Lanse nodded slightly to indicate he could speak.

"Mr. Lanse, let me interrupt."

"If we want to provide commercial insurance for these workers, we will face two problems."

"The first problem is that a considerable number of them are still illegal immigrants to this day."

"Insurance companies refuse to insure illegal immigrants; you know, sometimes some people go a bit too far..."

"I'm not sure if our workers are willing to accept spending an extra sum of money to invest in insurance, and doing so will reduce the company's efficiency."

Lanse knew a little about this.

Previously, when the President signed the conscription order, he mentioned that illegal immigrants had to join the army to obtain legal status, so in fact, these people who were still illegal immigrants did not choose to join the army to obtain legal citizenship, but continued to work as black-market immigrants.

Doing this had both advantages and disadvantages; after all, going to the battlefield meant death, and people would be afraid, which Lanse could understand.

Although their income was not high now, and sometimes they had to deal with the harassment of the Immigration Bureau, at least they were safe.

As for the insurance company refusing to insure that the manager mentioned, it was actually also done by some vicious criminal gangs.

They insured those illegal immigrants and then managed to get them injured, disabled, or even killed to defraud high insurance premiums.

At first, the insurance companies didn't realize this, but after the insurance companies suffered a few heavy losses, they now refused to insure people without household registration.

Although they could also do this with federal citizens, if a federal citizen died, the dual investigation by the insurance company and law enforcement departments was a deterrent in itself.

If an illegal immigrant died, they died; law enforcement agencies were unwilling to waste resources on these black-market people, and the insurance company had no direction for investigation at all.

His concerns were normal.

Lanse sat there and affirmed his question, "You are quite right, so listen to me finish next time."

"We won't go through commercial insurance; we can set up an insurance company or something similar ourselves. They can pay an extra dollar a month into their insurance account, so that once an accident occurs, we can provide them with some medical security."

"A few hundred dollars is enough to cover their work-related injuries, and it doesn't matter if it's a bit more."

"As for the company's efficiency issue..." Lanse pursed his lips, "You know, I have other businesses, and I never expect this company to bring me unimaginable profits."

"Compared to the... hundreds of thousands of dollars earned from here every year, I hope you can bring me hundreds of thousands of registered workers."

"The number of registered people is your performance indicator, not how much money you have earned for me."

The manager quickly recorded what Lanse said.

The economy had clearly shown signs of recovery; war was indeed a good thing, as it greatly stimulated the vitality of the manufacturing industry.

More than a dozen countries on the Tanfeit continent had fallen into war; their production was destroyed, manufacturing was shelved, and the only way they could obtain goods was through imports.

Like Slader, it looked like it was still producing vigorously, but all production was for the war, and almost all factories suitable for modification were producing things for the war.

Bullets, shells, even the bearings and belts on tanks, they were all revolving around the war.

The things that ordinary people used in their lives could only be imported.

The Federation's export volume was skyrocketing, and even some businessmen from the Dantela Republic were importing goods from the Federation.

Congress knew this, the Department of Commerce knew this, and businessmen knew this; only ordinary people didn't know.

They pretended not to know and transported things to the intermediate port, and then completed the delivery; clearly, both sides were fighting to the death on the front line, but in the rear, they were exchanging what they had.

This kind of trade was actually not a violation, because what was sold were not things used for war.

Not guns and ammunition, not shells and tanks, just ordinary daily necessities.

The federal government didn't say anything because these businesses supported a large number of factories and a large number of workers.

The Dantela people didn't say anything either, because they really lacked these things.

The new industrial zone built by Mayor Williams was being constructed at an astonishing speed, and many factories were negotiating with the City Hall about settling in during this period.

Although there was no heavy industry, light industry could provide more job positions!

With a permanent population of over two million in New Jincheng, at least one-third were the working class.

How many did 40,000 registered workers account for?

Less than ten percent!

"Wages have increased a bit now, although it's only a little, more people will consider starting to work; you need to do a good job of guidance."

"We can talk directly to the factories; there are many factories settling in at the City Hall recently, and you can take the initiative to contact them."

"We help them complete the supporting work for workers, which saves them from dealing with labor unions."

After listening, the manager asked, "Will there be trouble?"

"If the labor union makes a fuss, it might be trouble for us."

Lanse couldn't help but laugh twice, "Go talk and see first; when the labor union comes to find us, we will talk to them again."

"It's nothing more than a matter of interest; I'll solve it when the time comes."

"Don't be confined to New Jincheng; we also need to expand outward. You can go to establish offices in cities within Laizhou; we need to expand our influence even more."

"Among the working class, among the capitalists who use workers."

Lanse flipped through the document folder on the desktop, letting it close, "I won't look at the rest; the number of new workers this year is the same as last year, which shouldn't be the case by logic, but I will still give you a chance."

"Let me see your ability." He stood up, and the manager also hurriedly stood up, carefully following behind him.

"Go and talk to the workers properly, tell them about these decisions; if they are unwilling to participate in this accident insurance, don't force them."

"In short, communicate with me in time if there is anything, ensure smooth contact, and I hope you can give me a surprise next year!"

Lanse walked to the door and signaled him not to follow him out, then left.

Outside the door, many workers took the initiative to bow and greet Lanse, and Lanse also responded to them enthusiastically, without any airs at all.

It just fulfilled that saying: come from the workers, go to the workers!

(End of Chapter)