Mudslide of the Times

The New Era had arrived nearly half a year ago.

Every time he returned to Ancient City, even Lu PingAn could not help marveling at how quickly everything had changed before his eyes.

"This is no longer the 1998 I remember."

The massive influx of Outland Visitors had brought new technologies, new ideas, and even new toys. Lu PingAn's experience was far from unique; the Traffic Police Brigade he had just left was already packed with all sorts of bizarre contraptions.

"The world is changing too fast. The laws and the locals' way of thinking still haven't caught up."

Along the way, Lu PingAn had seen more than one shop owner shake their head at job-seeking "aliens." There was no telling how many related disputes had already been handled.

Some wanted to buy goods on credit—mostly food. Some wanted a job first, but never mind local professional qualifications or skill licenses; most of them could barely speak the local language.

"Hello," "Give me a job," and "Lend me some money"—those extremely simple Eastern Kingdom "phrases" were what they said most often, and what most easily led to disputes.

To be honest, local merchants and factories had welcomed this labor force at first, especially since they did not need to pay social security or medical insurance for them, and could cut their base wages in half.

But before long, all sorts of problems and disputes emerged. The issues were too numerous and varied, but in general, their labor efficiency was low while they had far too many demands.

This was not really their fault. The "talent" cultivated by the home country's education system was naturally suited to the needs of local society and companies, while foreign "laborers" had not even cleared the language barrier, much less acquired the basic knowledge local