After dealing with trivial matters, it's time for various rights transfer documents. Since Mr. Herbs has already passed away, no one will question the legality of these documents, and they are now entirely valid.

All that's needed is to submit copies in the countries where these properties are located for transfer registration and declaration, and all of them will belong to Lynch himself.

These tasks are also handled by the bank. As a premium client of Golden Exchange Bank, Lynch is treated like a beloved figure, pampered in every aspect.

The inventory and subsequent storage took over an hour, followed by packing. In Lynch's and Carl's presence and with recordings, different items were placed in different compartments of small safes which were independently removable, each registered with a number and cataloged.

If Lynch suddenly needs something, say a child's fist-sized yellow sapphire carved into a lion's head, the bank can deliver the entire safe without opening it, letting Lynch open it himself.

The whole service was completed by noon, and Carl warmly invited Lynch to lunch together.

They dined at the restaurant on the third floor of Golden Exchange Headquarters. Most wouldn't imagine the bank's headquarters would have a dedicated client restaurant, not only is the decor pleasing, but the chef's skills are also excellent.

Upon entering the restaurant, Mr. Carl exclaimed, "We're in luck!" He soon explained his exclamation to Lynch, "During this time, our chef is one who served royalty in a small country and he's here to enjoy his retirement in the Federation. Each year, he spends some time here preparing dishes for our esteemed clients."

He tilted his head towards Lynch and lowered his voice, "You know, chefs aren't included in our skilled immigration plans..."

The Federation's open immigration plans include options beyond investment and labor immigration, one being skilled immigration, allowing individuals with special skills to quickly acquire permanent residency, provided they have a special skill.

You could be a construction engineer, a doctor with years of experience, or a scientist, but not a chef.

Federation residency is not as easy to obtain as imagined. The lower social classes have always been the most opposed to open immigration policies, fearing new immigrants will take their jobs and reduce their living space, often leading to organized protests against these policies.

Politicians aiming for a prestigious political career must gain public support, where the Federation's working class forms the largest group. Therefore, most politicians avoid taking risks, jeopardizing themselves to advocate for a complete opening of immigration.

Given it can't be fully opened, each immigration type must meet its application requirements.

Investment immigrants must invest real money into industries or finance, skilled immigrants need to take up jobs requiring their skills, and labor immigrants must work diligently.

The labor immigration audit system is strict, and during the observation period, applicants have specific requirements, like engaging in jobs that meet a minimum number of hours.

This results in elderly individuals still doing heavy labor, waiting for their audit approvals.

This renowned and skilled chef evidently doesn't want such stringent regulations, but fortunately, someone from the bank's board has tasted his dishes, and they know each other, allowing him entry through "skilled immigration."

In return, he spends some time each year cooking exquisite dishes for clients at the bank.

"I'm really looking forward to it!" Lynch appropriately displayed his gentle and approachable demeanor, to which Carl responded with even more smiles.

After they sat down, Lynch took out two cufflinks from his pocket and handed them over, "I noticed your cufflinks don't quite match your outfit, maybe these would suit better."

Sunlight streamed through the window, hitting the gemstone surface of the cufflinks at a specific angle, casting a deep blue halo, pure as the sky, deep as the ocean.

The blue seemingly has an innate power that calms and deeply attracts people.

Carl touched his cufflinks, his gaze lingering on those gems emitting a deep blue glow.

He knows how much they cost, not particularly expensive, around twelve thousand, but their creator is renowned in this field, not something judged by price alone.

If someone likes them and has wealth, maybe they'd offer a higher price.

These are good items; Carl understood fully.

He hesitated less than three seconds, then smiled, saying "Thank you," gracefully switched to these cufflinks, and praised how fitting they were.

"You know, for us, every workday feels like a formal occasion, these cufflinks add to my work, they're fantastic, I really like them, thank you, Lynch!"

"We are friends, and friends should be generous to each other, especially since you've helped me so much," Lynch rested his elbows on the armrests, slightly leaned back, fingers loosely interlocked.

He withdrew his hand, flipping his wrist, "You suit them better than I do."

Such a small item doesn't matter much to either Lynch or Carl, its significance transcends its value.

A bank shareholder and senior partner like Carl, cufflinks worth tens of thousands aren't a burden; he can buy and enjoy them, but buying oneself and receiving from others are different things, beyond monetary value.

With such a tone set, the atmosphere between them was very amicable.

Later, Carl actively recommended some delectable food to Lynch, and had the chef personally create the lunch for Lynch.

During preparation, Carl glanced around, ensuring no intrusive individuals nearby, yet lowered his voice, "You know, the Gold Authority is internally discussing approval for an economic stimulus plan."

Lynch briefly paused while shaking a napkin, soon resumed uninterrupted, laid out the napkin, and shook his head, "I'm not aware of these matters, haven't heard anything, do you have any news?"

This line is essentially meaningless, but in Federation, social formalities are crucial, forming part of their customs.

Question and answer enhance social experience, immersing every individual, forming cohesive groups.

Carl nodded, "Continuous good news from Nagariel side, and with Gafura you've settled numerous business contracts, many entrepreneurs are ready to take big actions, but as you know, everyone's situation is difficult now."

He spoke with a smiling face, far more than difficult; not long ago, Bupen experienced a "human rain," high floors queued even before reaching rooftops, people jumping as if possessed by demons, resembling doomsday.

This recent catastrophe in Nagariel also struck a heavy blow on domestic Federation financial investors, who hadn't recovered from previous disasters, further disrupted by recent turmoil.

Even amidst various contracts and optimistic plans, not everyone can scale up their ventures.

Discussing cooperation with Gafura, they've secured equal treatment to Gafura merchants for Federation businessmen, though bidding requires initial funding.

For foreign trade and commercial orders, after domestic clients paid a deposit, entrepreneurs also need capital to organize production again.

This is the major issue now; the ideas are perfect, but reality is starkly bare.

Federation Government's plans aren't to enhance major consortiums' power fields, Mr. Truman even strongly demanded in a closed meeting to reduce large consortiums' share in collaborative plans and commercial contracts!

Rumor has it he had discord with some capitalist representatives afterward, as some eyed these juicy deals, hoping lobbying groups could preemptively swallow up a large portion before distribution.

Regardless of outcome, the meaning now is for large consortiums to step aside, apart from crucial international collaborations that only they can complete, other orders are spread society-wide, providing more opportunities to ordinary people.

This is a very wise decision, restricting unchecked expansion of top-tier capital forces, letting positive news nourish the middle and lower classes in society, though it presents challenges.

Among these challenges, the biggest is money!

Currently few have money; two financial crises and an economic tsunami devastated Federation's bottom-tier savings, many factories went bankrupt, numerous middle-class families rapidly plunged into struggle.

Now orders exist but lack capability to commence, a multi-department Federation effort eventually led six major banks and Financial Supervisory Commission to deliberate a solution, providing funds for budding entrepreneurs with no capital.

Noticing Carl's mysterious demeanor, Lynch showed some interest, "Are you planning to open loans?"

If anyone still holds enough funds to support this country and society's progress, undoubtedly, it's the Federation's six major banks.

However, Carl shook his head, "No, banks also don't have money, you know the government demands we implement credit loans, many bad debts can't be recovered; we're out of money."

"Although we lack money, society holds it!"

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