"Orderly chaos!"

The streets of Bupen also feature these striking workers demonstrating; they wear their uniforms from work to signify their identity, moving slowly along the designated routes.

This scene has been captured by numerous cameras, and soon the news of the "Bail Federal General Strike" will spread across the globe.

After all, negotiators sent by multiple countries are actively discussing relevant issues concerning the World Development Committee.

The accompanying reporters have fortuitously captured this scene. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Not everyone has seen a Federation strike; compared to the disorderly strikes they perceived, Federation strikes are evidently very orderly.

They do not vandalize stores and vehicles they pass; they don’t even spit on the ground, and no one is waving fists while drinking all kinds of alcoholic beverages; scenes of violent confrontation are absent.

This is what’s called orderly chaos!

Everything is under control.

Lynch retracted his gaze while holding a wine glass, turned, and sat down at the desk, casually saying, "Make a call to the Police Station Director later to give some work suggestions; don’t let the parade route enter downtown."

"They’re too intimidating and will affect our employees’ enthusiasm for work."

Anna noted this information in a notebook and then left the room.

In the room was a gentleman who looked very well-groomed and had a very good demeanor.

He is a professor at Curriman State University, entrusted by Lynch to conduct some technical research, and after years of continuous advancement, there is progress today.

Lynch refocused his attention in the room, looking at the professor, "So let’s see what I get for spending all this money!"

The professor nodded, having his assistant place a briefcase on the table in front of Lynch, opened it to reveal some very complex things, and in the center was a palm-sized circuit board.

Unlike the existing bulky ones, it looks more compact, precise, and interesting.

The professor adjusted his attire and moved to the table to explain the parameters of this little thing to Lynch.

Lynch listened attentively, as if he truly understood these parameters and their significance.

Once the professor almost finished speaking, Lynch licked his lips, "In the research process, we needed to formulate a plan and goal, conducting repeated attempts to push technological progress."

"We took your initial request as a target, so upon completing the technology stage of research, we got this..."

The professor smiled and used a very trendy term, "prototype."

Looking at this item, Lynch nodded slightly, "So why not demonstrate it?"

The professor’s hand was on the phone, "May I make a call?"

Upon receiving Lynch’s affirmative response, the professor dialed a number, and after about less than thirty seconds, suddenly the buzzer on the circuit board in the case began to sound.

Repeatedly it rang, for roughly about a dozen seconds before completely settling down.

"With just a few towers, it can cover the entire Bupen, Mr. Lynch. The situation of not finding people will soon disappear!" The professor’s face was filled with a glow of changing the era.

This is the value of the "People Finder."

Nowadays, the most terrifying thing about society is not facing troublesome work or other things, but needing someone when they can’t be found.

This is very troublesome; the lack of effective mobile contact prevents many accidents from timely resolution.

The emergence of the People Finder will change this situation.

The professor is well aware of its commercial value, but he is also aware that such a thing is valuable only in Lynch’s hands.

In most other people’s hands, for instance, if it remains in the professor’s own hands, it doesn’t possess any commercial development value.

Setting aside the patent ownership issue of Lynch’s commissioned development, even if he could resolve these, he doesn’t have the funding to further develop and operate it; building towers nationwide isn’t a simple task either.

This already involves national defense security and a lot of money.

Compared to these, his identity as a "researcher" is more valuable to someone like him.

Once the People Finder’s market is developed and ignited, as the developer, he will also receive societal attention.

What scholars research in knowledge and various cutting-edge technologies and theories isn’t purely for advancing human civilization.

It’s just a way for them to seek personal interests, nothing more.

Huge prestige, enormous profits are his best income.

Lynch, looking at this simple pager, wasn’t too moved; he shook his head slightly, "It just rang..."

The professor was momentarily taken aback, then explained, "The call I made earlier allowed a small tower to emit radio waves, thus it received the signal and began buzzing."

"The holder just needs to call the company at this time to get a message from the operator..."

A very simple yet practical commercial plan; Lynch surprisingly looked at the professor twice, not expecting this guy to also know something about commercial operations.

Lynch thought for a moment and asked, "You know, once we promote according to my initial idea, I estimate at least five million people in the Federation will buy this little thing."

"How do we distinguish among one particular person’s machine within five million people then?"

"Put another way, we only need to send this triggering signal to one person out of five million, how do other machines avoid receiving it?"

"I wouldn’t want five million people to simultaneously make service calls; it’s a disaster for our work."

The professor awkwardly scratched his head, now feeling his entire head heating up, and his thick hair made him very uncomfortable.

Similar experiments were done in the lab, but the number of experiments... only involved less than five machines.

Their initial idea was to emit signals at different frequencies to correspond to different frequency receivers to achieve object finding, but...

Now Lynch suddenly mentioned five million, and this suddenly made him... not sure what to do!

Before the professor could think of other good solutions, Lynch continued, "Apart from solving this problem, ideally add a display device..."

Then Lynch talked about the dot matrix display method; the professor was very surprised because he hadn’t heard of any research labs having similar research results.

"This concept is very interesting; it can solve many problems we need to address. By the way, whose hands hold the patent?"

Lynch calmly said, "In my hands..."

The professor had been somewhat astonished and surprised, but quickly realized, perhaps Lynch funded not just one research project.

Many wealthy individuals are very interested in technology; they hear about some concept, some idea, and happily pull out a check, writing a large number.

This situation is quite common, which is why these people engaged in cutting-edge technology favor the Federation’s wealthy — they’re rich, generous, and trust easily.

In fact, most researchers have this feeling; they merely proposed a possibly achievable idea, also possibly erroneous, and someone would come to invest.

They always feel there are many fools among the wealthy, but they’re unaware, for the wealthy, these research investments wouldn’t make them feel any pinch.

They’re like ordinary people taking out a dollar to sponsor a project potentially altering the world’s technological landscape; it’s just "a dollar," to them, it’s nothing.

Reflecting on Lynch’s wealth and caprice, the professor earnestly recorded some thoughts Lynch mentioned.

He talked about a signal interpretation mechanism already applied in television, but miniaturizing such a decoder isn’t easy.

Once a signal decoder can achieve miniaturization and microminiaturization, many things will face change.

For a moment, the professor thought of a future he couldn’t see clearly, somewhat dazed, as if he was advancing the world’s progress, yet he couldn’t clearly see it himself.

In the end, Lynch gave him another check and signed a new commissioned research contract; the target was simple and singular, namely the pager.

The professor came with full joy but walked away... actually still okay, at least he got another check, which is his greatest gain.

Once the professor left, Lynch had Anna go register a communications company.

The Federation’s financial rules are always ruthless; small businesses that can’t fight their way out are destined to be gobbled up, even after rounds of brutal eliminations, with enough scale, they must accept exploitation by big consortiums and capital forces.

Outside, the parade continues; workers hoisting banners, accusing capitalists of exploiting and oppressing them.

But they’ll never know that the exploitation and oppression between capitalists are more terrifying than those against them!

Once the pager is truly developed and launched, it must soon undergo investment and listing; even Lynch today must abide by the Federation’s rules of capital games.

This company will become a successful model; first it throws out a concept, then produces a prototype, attracting several rounds of investment, finally bringing out the finished product...

The actual stuff hasn’t been thoroughly researched out yet, but it might have already started making money for Lynch.

As for how much money can be earned, it completely depends on how much Lynch desires to earn.

He lifted his wine glass, his toe reduced, the boss chair spun a circle, allowing him to look out the window again.

Outside these people fervently shout for an extra dozen dollars in monthly salary or less half an hour of work.

He’s sitting in an air-conditioned room enjoying the finest wine, with money flowing into his account every moment.

Life seems truly unfair, but actually, it is fair, just its fairness is ruthless.