Blackstone Code

Chapter 16:

The casual conversation between the News Head and Lin Qi didn't last long before it ended. Lin Qi had instilled many intriguing ideas in him, making him restless.

He felt that Lin Qi's words were spot on. Nothing was more important than dignity. Once a person bends, they may never stand straight again. That was him. He wanted to regain his dignity!

Watching the News Head walking away, with a certain determination emanating from his departing figure, Lin Qi expressed his hope that he could successfully accomplish his own ideas.

In the afternoon, taking advantage of some leisure time, he registered a service-type company named 'Great Empire()' at the Social Services Bureau() in Sabin City, with its primary business encompassing the vast majority of the selections in the form.

In reality, the Social Services Bureau wasn't concerned about what businesses the registered companies would undertake. The process of making such a choice was solely to establish a search function.

When some companies needed to collaborate with others, they would access certain records from the Social Services Bureau through monetary means. If a company had a single scope of operation, it was considered the "primary business." However, if it had multiple lines of business, the majority of those businesses was considered a "secondary business."

Every company, when collaborating with other companies, hopes that their partners are professional. That's also why many companies only register one line of business.

Registering this information cost Lin Qi a hundred bucks. City halls everywhere encouraged entrepreneurship and provided various benefits to entrepreneurs.

Entrepreneurship increased job opportunities in society, easing tensions between the unemployed and society itself. Particularly in terms of taxation, newly established companies, as long as they followed the rules and hired enough employees, could enjoy tax reductions or even exemptions.

For a comprehensive service company like the one Lin Qi registered, with a pitifully low registered capital of only a hundred bucks, as long as he could employ three staff members, he could apply for tax exemption policies.

The city hall, including the federal tax bureau, never expected such small companies to become the lifeblood of the city's finances. By granting these small companies tax breaks, it wouldn't affect the progress of city development projects this year. It also preemptively reduced potential troublemakers among the unemployed.

After registering, Lin Qi didn't immediately hire workers and start operations. Instead, he approached a printing shop and printed some small cards. These cards outlined Lin Qi's main service offerings, such as currency exchange, which was the most crucial. He then bought an accounting book and a guide on standardized tax reporting.

After an afternoon of diligent study and research, he almost grasped the content and realized that even things that seemed very outdated couldn't be learned easily.

He envied those who didn't need to read books, relying solely on vague concepts, capable not only of creating seamless account books but also identifying errors in others' books.

This made him realize he needed a professional accountant.

In fact, if it weren't for Michael finding him so quickly, he might not have established the company so soon.

In the previous world, during lunch and occasional yard times, he had conversations with some big shots. In that dull place, everyone had untold stories, but most people weren't interested in others' stories.

On one hand, the incarcerated individuals had mostly similar situations. They might not find others' stories more fascinating than their own, nor did they have the impulse to explore others' pasts.

On the other hand, the guards could directly access the files, which were more objective, fair, and closer to the truth. They also didn't directly interact with the incarcerated individuals.

Lin Qi was different. As soon as he entered, he was like a sea avidly absorbing knowledge, brimming with an insatiable desire for learning. Those who had been imprisoned for a long time or would be for a long time were eager to share their stories, seeking their most glorious selves.

From these experiences they shared, he learned one thing: Try not to let his tracks appear too obviously in the government's sight.

In other words, it was better to wait until the fruits fell from the branches after they were fully ripe, then enter the orchard to pick up the fruits, and leave. If tending to the fruits like a farmer until they ripen, all his actions, background, and experiences would be meticulously recorded as they were in certain records.

And then, if one day someone needed something to use against him, they could simply flip through these files, making him feel the horror of being exposed.

Of course, if he couldn't manage this, his game difficulty would increase exponentially. Therefore, he had to make every move flawless!

It must be said that it was indeed a place filled with high-caliber talent, people from all walks of life, all kinds of individuals. This had greatly benefited Lin Qi; he had learned so much, far beyond what he had ever imagined he could learn.

And the first step he learned was obeying the law!

Sabin City had two places similar to talent exchange markets. One was the Employment Center() of Sabin City's Social Services Bureau, where some business owners and citizens looking for work gathered.

The other place, unofficially established, was a recruitment spot formed through spontaneous actions. Next to the second fountain in the central park of Sabin City, there were many recruitment notices posted on the vegetation wall.

Of course, some community intermediaries would introduce job opportunities to people within the community. However, their role wasn't prominent. Companies offering jobs didn't want to pay extra fees to intermediaries, and applicants also didn't want to pay intermediary fees. This made the intermediaries struggle; everyone wanted them to work for free, resulting in slow updates of information.

Lin Qi went to the first place, the Employment Center of Sabin City's Social Services Bureau. He needed to recruit three employees with "special" capabilities.

Exploitation from the perspective of capital was never negative, ugly, or synonymous with evil. You see, even in today's society, sometimes well-connected business friends still gather and discuss how to exploit their employees.

Only those who were exploited would consider these acts ugly and evil. As for why... everyone knew.

Lin Qi needed to find similar individuals: outstanding salespersons.

After paying fifteen bucks, he obtained a window essentially, a long table with two simple wooden boards as partitions. On both sides were peers, and the entire hall was quite noisy.

His recruitment notice was already posted on the bulletin board. Anyone interested could find him using the number and have a chat with him, and then he would decide whether they would be hired.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a young man in an old shirt and suit, wearing a cheap new tie, sat across from Lin Qi.

The young man seemed to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and Lin Qi's youth surprised him. He even stood up after sitting down, raised his head again, then sat back down after confirming the right place.

"You're not the first one. Shall we get started?" Lin Qi prompted, and the young man immediately opened a heavily worn-out briefcase he carried and handed over a stack of documents.

Lin Qi glanced through them. They were certificates from some training schools and some awards he received in his childhood.

He casually tossed the resume aside, crossing his fingers on the edge of the table. "Mr. Richard(), my company doesn't need these unconvincing things. I require ability. Do you understand?"

The young man addressed as Richard nervously nodded. "Yes, sir."

Lin Qi asked again, "Do you know what my company does?"

Richard nodded again, "Yes, sir. I saw it on the poster; it said salesperson, and for every successful deal, I'd get a commission of two to three percent, no base salary..."

He seemed nervous. This was his fifth job search. His previous jobs hadn't lasted for a year; mostly, they ended in two or three months, the shortest being less than a month.

The pressure of life and the little motivation he had left couldn't sustain him for long. If he failed even at this job, he might comply with his father's request and enter a factory after short-term training.

He didn't want to deal with dangerous machines his whole life. Here, he had set his eyes on the recruitment poster of the Great Empire Service Company().

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