In Antahir, although the production mode has begun to develop towards the large-scale and assembly line of the twin cities, it is still completely incomparable with the twin cities in terms of personnel flow.

The shortage of labor has made everyone very important, and in this case, the workers of Antahir have occupied the upper reaches of the market, and those who have invested in the construction of factories have to regularly raise the wages of the workers in order to keep them.

Theoretically, primitive capitalism exploited workers no less than slave owners did slaves – but Antahir's involuntary evolution led to a completely different situation.

Workers have fixed working hours, fixed salaries and remuneration, and most importantly, several large business groups in Piltover have introduced a range of insurances.

So, when Azir started his journey as a working emperor, he couldn't even believe his experience.

The dormitories aren't very good, but they're quiet and clean; The three meals a day are not exquisite, but they are large and filling; I sometimes work overtime on days off, but it doesn't always reach 996......

Although Azir did not know how the workers would be exploited if they were reduced to a completely disadvantaged class, at least for now, the Antahir people were doing well.

Apart from...... It's a bit monotonous.

Azir's job is not complicated, he is responsible for the sorting and primary processing of pearls - after the pearls are harvested from the farm, they are sorted in the process, the large ones become decorations, and the small ones are crushed into powder, which are then shipped back to Piltover.

The white powder is said to have taken Piltover into vogue, and even began to spread northward—Azir had met the director, the pot-bellied middle-aged man who had bragged about his products to a buyer-looking man, and his disdain for inferior imitations from Bilgewater or the shores of Noxus had been fully demonstrated.

"How can those filthy and greasy particles compare to the pearls watered by the spring water of the Holy Mountain Mountains? Look, look at our production line, our products are real pearl powder, not junk that fools customers with shells and stuff......"

As for the results of the pitch...... Azir speculated that it was, because three days later, the entire factory was working overtime.

……………………

Once again, he refused an invitation to dinner from a female worker in the same factory, and Azir silently went to the beach.

As the sun sets, the beach is red.

It's a tidal flat under the pearl factory, and on weekdays there are no outsiders - and now it's dinner time, and the pearl collectors are not there, so Azir can enjoy a rare peace here.

Before I knew it, it had been almost half a month.

Azir felt and observed Antahir on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was also thinking about his own gains.

As Rod said and showed, Antahir has indeed become a person he never imagined.

The city now has a different kind of vitality and vitality, where people are no longer focused on knowledge and power, but through clever division of labor and cooperation, with the ability of ordinary people, they exert the productivity of no less than the extraordinary.

This special situation made Azir a little stunned and a little caught off guard, he didn't know what kind of attitude he should use to face the great changes here, as if he didn't know what kind of attitude he should use to face Rod.

Azir had to admit that he couldn't see through Rod, he couldn't understand Rod—he had thought that Shurima would be revived in his own hands, and that the scorching desert sun would once again shine on the earth, but a man he had never heard of before appeared and threw himself a set of theories that he had never heard of but made sense......

Azir had a hard time describing his feelings, and reason was telling him that Rhodes had a good hand, but emotionally he still couldn't accept it.

In this way, Azir looked at the sparkling sea in a complicated way, and the more his mind was thinking, the farther and farther he went.

Then, at this very moment, Azir saw the shellfish net suddenly shake abnormally - is this a fish that has strayed into the net?

For shellfish farming, although the entire tidal flat is fenced off by special drifting nets, the tidal force of the sea is amazing, and it is not uncommon for the drifting nets to be damaged.

Once the nets are destroyed, the fish in the sea will enter the shellfish farming area, and many fish will feed on shellfish, and if they do not do well, they will suffer heavy losses.

It is precisely for this reason that this tidal flat is usually guarded, but now it is dinner time, and the net keepers have gone to eat.

Seeing the shaking of the net, Azir thought for a moment, and finally decided to help—it was a gesture of effort.

So, the mud and sand on the tidal flat quickly turned into a quagmire puppet, and he stepped into the water, and then grabbed the shaking net pocket with his big hand and pulled it to the surface.

Azir was going to get the uninvited guests out first, and then he would mend the drift nets or something...... It's better to leave it to the net keeper.

However, to Azir's surprise, it was not the fish he thought he was stealing shellfish in the net pocket dragged out of the mud puppet, but a man – or ...... A mermaid?

Azir had heard the legend of mermaids in the western part of Shurima, a half-human, half-fish creature who lived in the sea near the peak of the giant god and had a beautiful face and a moving singing voice, capable of calling the power of the waves...... But most of these legends contradict each other, or even contradict each other completely, so Azir has always regarded it as an urban legend based on false rumors.

And now, a real mermaid appeared in front of him, in the pocket of a net for shellfish farming.

This little girl was as pretty as the legend, her long wet hair was naturally on her shoulders, and her bright scales reflected the afterglow of the setting sun...... Sprout?

The mermaid was stunned, and finally reluctantly threw away the shell in her hand, and then picked up a staff from her side.

"I ...... I'm just hungry. ”

"I don't want to be an enemy of anyone."

"If you can, can you tell me the news of the Moon Star Spirit?"

The voice was soft and ethereal—perhaps because she lived in the sea, and it had a resemblance to the tide in Azir's ears.

Azir smiled, waved his hand, controlled the quagmire golem to fish the mermaid out, and then put the net back in its place.

"Don't be nervous, little one."