Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

“If they say I’m stingy, giving to foreigners but not to my own people, wouldn’t my business be even worse?”

"It's ridiculous, really. Couldn't these foreigners find a job and buy their own bread?"

……

According to previously obtained intelligence, only a small number of foreigners were able to get paid work.

Most of the jobs left for them were arduous and exhausting, with only accommodation and food as compensation.

If you don't want to work but still want to survive, you can only beg for bread like a beggar.

"Lord Yan Huan, wait a moment!"

Suddenly, someone was chasing after them.

Yan Huan turned around and saw that it was the young man she had been eating melon seeds with.

"May I hear your opinion on foreigners?" the young man asked earnestly. "Please."

What opinion could I possibly have?

Yan Huan muttered, "Not everyone is so lucky to be born in Ohmma."

"We're all human, so let's help each other out if we can."

"So that's what Lord Yan Huan thinks..."

The young man seemed to be deep in thought.

"But what if helping them makes us even more unhappy?"

"What's wrong?" Yan Huan blinked.

"You don't know this, but in the past, bosses wouldn't refuse to pay wages."

The young man's expression was serious:

“Ohmah is only so big, and there aren’t many jobs available, so you have to fight for them. So some outsiders have offered to work without pay, as long as they get room and board.”

"At this point, the entire market was thrown into chaos."

"With such a good deal, there are hardly any bosses willing to hire locals like me these days. I just graduated from school and can't even find a decent job..."

“It’s not just people like Laled who dislike foreigners coming to the city; we poor people also have a hard time!”

"emmmmm..."

After hearing the young man's story, Yan Huan roughly understood what he wanted to express.

But the simplest way to change all this is to establish strict laws and make people obey them.

It might be much better if the law stipulated that a minimum amount of pound coins must be paid as compensation.

But this would mean that foreigners could no longer work for free. Without the advantage of cheap labor, they would most likely become unwanted foreigners again...

Unless, of course, there is a severe shortage of positions.

Aglaia's gold threads are spread throughout Ohma City, and this problem remains unresolved, making it likely that implementation will be very difficult.

After all, this is... the end of the world.

"Don't worry, buddy, things will get better."

Yan Huan smiled faintly:

"Once we kill all the Titans and liberate the whole of Onpharos, the city-states will be rebuilt, and there will be plenty of jobs."

Only by ending the apocalypse can we address the root cause.

If other city-states resumed operations, there wouldn't be so many refugees.

Agriculture, manufacturing, industry, services... there will only be more jobs, not fewer.

……

Shortly after.

Yan Huan arrived at the overflowing main pool.

"Your Excellency Yan Huan, here, here! Come down quickly, the water temperature here is just right!"

One small area of ​​the main pool has been contracted out by this bearded old man.

"Really? I don't believe it. Take a sip and let me see."

"Ha, why would you drink? But it's not like it's not a bad thing."

The bearded man smoothly picked up a large spoon from the table, bent down, scooped up a spoonful of water from the pool from his knees, and drank it.

'Glug glug—'

After finishing his drink, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Ah~"

"It's so sweet!"

"Holy crap, you really drink it?" Yan Huan waded through the water to the bearded man's side.

"I just remembered that a kid peed here before, so I wanted to tease you, but you actually drank it."

"What's there to be afraid of drinking?"

The bearded man wiped his mouth, looking somewhat unsatisfied.

"Your Excellency Yan Huan, you have greatly underestimated Fagina's power."

"No, you underestimate the power of all the Titans."

"Actually, I've been paying attention to you for a while now. You're not very familiar with the Liheng coin, are you?"

The bearded man looked at Yan Huan:

"Although I don't know which city-state Lord Yan Huan is from, that city-state must be in a remote location, or perhaps it doesn't believe in gods."

"Actually, you can use the currency from your hometown directly at the Marble Market."

"Why?" Yan Huan asked, puzzled.

"The currency I have won't circulate here, but I did bring gold bars."

"No, no, no... Your Excellency Yan Huan, we can conduct an experiment."

The bearded man had his hands behind his back.

"In that case, let's just pretend that what I just drank... the spiritual water was a performance."

“Try paying me a thousand dollars in your hometown currency.”

"What kind of performance is so expensive?" Yan Huan squinted and pointed to a few curly leg hairs on the spoon. "There are even some of your permed hairs on it."

"Hey, try paying first, hurry up," the bearded man urged.

"Fine……"

Yan Huan reached into her pocket and pulled out ten Winter City Shields with a face value of one hundred.

"Here, here you go."

He did not use any credits.

After all, the currency technology of Interstellar Peace Corporation seems somewhat peculiar, and it might reveal that they are from outer space.

In comparison, Belloberg's Winter City Shield is more rustic.

"Okay, try handing it to me," the bearded man instructed.

Yan Huan reached out and handed him the Winter City Shield.

Gradually, the Winter City Shield floated up and, in a flash of light, transformed into an equivalent amount of Liheng coins.

“?” Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.

"Are you performing magic? When did you switch it out for me?"

"What magic... this is a miracle!"

The bearded man pushed the coins back and explained:

“In Onphalus, the style of currency may vary, but its value remains constant.”

"The gods will convert your currency into a form of currency that the other party can accept, based on its value."

"And the spiritual water here is the same; it will always be clear..."

"But I feel uncomfortable."

After putting the money away, Yan Huan glanced at the water at her feet:

"It's like having a lump of poop in your food bowl. Even if you wash the bowl clean with this 'divine water,' would you still use it to eat?"

"..." The bearded man fell silent.

"Congratulations, you've taken this topic to a whole new level."

"So let's put this behind us for now..."

"Ahem." He coughed lightly twice and said frankly:

"Lord Yan Huan, let's sit down and talk. There are sofas on the water here..."

Chapter 1210 How Should I Repay

"You entered the city with those priests during the siege of Nicardoli, didn't you?"

The old man sat down next to Yan Huan and said seriously:

“Even before that, foreigners had come to Ohma seeking refuge.”

"Their city-state has been destroyed, and they simply cannot survive in the wasteland on their own for long."

"And now, the number of refugees hoping for the Holy City's protection has surged—because they have heard that you defeated one of Nicardoli's divine bodies, and since that siege, the road to Ohma has become much safer."

"The city has limited resources, and Ohmar cannot accept too many outsiders. Accepting all comers will only plunge the city-state into chaos..."