Chapter 5 Who is this for?
Levi arrived at the factory early, but the boss Erwin he was looking for was not in the factory.
He was not in a hurry about this. Because according to the original owner's memory, Mr. Erwin's factory grew from a family workshop to the current small factory. So his home was right next to his factory, and even his whole family lived next to the factory.
This rich man is still very dedicated to his career and he personally comes to the workshop to inspect it almost every night.
Levi only needs to wait patiently and it will not be difficult to meet Mr. Erwin.
As for now, it is not time to hand over the shift yet, so he just gets together with the workers who are waiting to start the night shift and chats with them.
We were all rough Zaun people, and we didn't have much cultural and entertainment life, so we couldn't talk about anything elegant when we got together. So as we chatted, the topic inevitably turned to vulgar things.
There were the wild girls from Zaun, the eldest daughter of Piltover, the female mercenaries from Shurima, the beautiful pirates from Bilgewater, the young war mothers from Freljord, and even the various beast girls from Ionia... The stories that everyone told became more and more bizarre, and Levi also became interested in chatting along.
"Hey, Mr. Summoner..."
Janna, who was hiding in his pocket, frowned when she heard that - although she was just a bird now and had no eyebrows.
Finally, she couldn't help but ask with her mind: "Summoner, is this your plan? Just sit here leisurely and waste your time on these cheap topics?"
"It's just a small talk... what's the point of talking about such a low-level topic... ahem, I'm also a human being."
"To be honest, I also want to find a beautiful wife in Runeterra... well... preferably one of a species other than humans that doesn't exist on Earth. I'm fine with anything like animal ears, wings, tails, or living skin."
Janna: “…”
She secretly decided that even if her strength was restored, she would try to change back into human form as little as possible.
"But didn't you say that workers are our natural followers?" Janna questioned, "If that's the case, why don't you spread your ideas to them instead of telling dirty jokes here?"
"You said that the people of Zaun need to think, so why don't you inspire them to think now?"
Janna questioned repeatedly.
Levi couldn't help but laugh: "Jana, Jana, you've been a god for so long, you're a little out of touch with reality..."
"Do you think my theories are some kind of brainwashing music that can be played with loud speakers in the factory and everyone will be obsessed with them?"
"This..." Janna thought.
“Do you know Maslow’s hierarchy of needs?”
Of course I don’t know.
Janna learned a new word.
"This theory divides people's needs into five levels from bottom to top. Specifically speaking, when it comes to our development goals, the five levels of needs should be:"
“Physiologically (having enough to eat), safe (life and property protected), socially (having an organization and like-minded friends), respect (earning social recognition), and self-actualization (pursuing great ideals).”
For thousands of years, Janna has been committed to helping the lower-class people . She is certainly not a fool who would rather eat meat than eat meat.
When Levi said this, she immediately understood:
Those Zaun apprentices now can't even get enough food to eat, and they live in fear every day under the double oppression of gangs and law enforcement officers. Their safety is not guaranteed at all.
Their most basic physiological and safety needs have not been met, so how can we talk to them about self-realization and great ideals at this time?
I'm working on my empty stomach, so why would I want to listen to a cultured person like you showing off your knowledge?
"To mobilize them, we must first have a certain level of strength, at least to feed them, to keep them safe and not threatened, and to give them hope of victory in the struggle."
"So the article I wrote was not meant to be shown directly to the apprentices."
“Who did you write this for?” Janna asked.
"It is written for those who have enough food to eat and have time to think, but whose lives are not very good, who have suffered a certain amount of hardship and who have felt oppression."
"You mean..." Janna thought for a moment: "The local workers in Piltover?"
"I guess so..." Levi was a little hesitant.
There are civilians and workers in Piltover, and theoretically they are indeed objects that can be developed.
But these Piltover people...
Life is so good!
Although they basically do the same work and even work in the same factory, the welfare benefits of Piltover workers are more than ten times that of Zaun apprentices.
They only need to work 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, and half a year's salary is enough to buy a flywheel car.
He lives in a house, eats steak, wears a suit, drives a freewheeling car, and can show off in front of those poor Zaun people every day. His life must be so comfortable.
You, a Zaun peasant, are talking to others about faith...
Those Piltover workers would probably just laugh and ask, "Jannaism? What the hell is that? Isn't the life I'm living now what you call Jannaism?"
If you meet someone with poor character, they might even make some discriminatory remarks to him such as "sewer rat" or "go back to Zaun".
Although Levi believed that there must be many sympathetic fighters among the people of Piltover who could be developed, the original owner's memories full of pain and torture always reminded him that the people of Piltover were not his friends.
At least, he can't be too naive.
"In fact, compared to these Piltover workers who have been bought by the excess profits that developed benzoism has grabbed through military, technological, and financial hegemony..."
"I still prefer to give priority to the development of Zaun immigrants living in Piltover."
"They have enough food to eat, but they have also really suffered. These people should be able to understand us better."
Levi expressed his opinion.
Janna instantly identified the target group that they could most easily reach: "For example, students like your sister from Zaun studying in Piltover?"
"Yeah." Levi nodded.
Zaun’s international students in Piltover are indeed his best development targets.
"So how are you going to start?"
"Uh..." Levi was stunned by the question.
Ideals are full, but reality is skinny.
Although those international students were all born in Zaun, they were the chosen ones who had one foot already entered the gate of Piltover...
Do they really have the patience to deal with a humble fellow villager like him?
This bothered Levi a little.
In the end, he is just a talker. It is easy to talk, but hard to act.
"Let's walk and see..."
“There’s always a chance.”
…
On the other side, Piltover University, Hextech Institute.
Lina hurried to the school and rushed to the classroom where the interview test was going to be held.
There were already dozens of people in the classroom. They were all waiting for the assessment interview, dreaming of becoming Professor Jayce's students, and they were the best talents in the Hextech Institute of Piltover University.
The interview had not started yet and the professors were not present.
However, these dozens of students had spontaneously divided into two distinct groups, each sitting on one side.
Lina certainly knew how they were divided into two groups——
The group on the left are all international students from Zaun.
The group on the right are local students from Piltover.
Students from Piltover have always looked down on students from Zaun, thinking that they are poor people who come to Piltover to take advantage of them.
The Zaun students tried very hard to integrate into Piltover, but unfortunately their efforts were always met with cold shoulder, leading to discrimination and humiliation again and again.
So over time, they secretly began to hate the students of Piltover, thinking that they were useless greenhouse flowers who could only get in here because of their good fortune.
Just like two cities separated by a canal, these young people who studied and lived under the same roof naturally divided into two camps.
Lina naturally sat on the left, next to her fellow Zaun people.
But a girl stood up in the Piltover camp.
She came over with a pile of manuscript paper in her arms and an arrogant look on her face:
"Student Lina, you're finally here. I thought you were afraid of showing weakness in front of Professor Jess and ran away quietly."
"Kaya..." Lina gritted her teeth as she looked at the girl with beautiful silver-gray hair in front of her.
Kaya Philos, her college classmate, was a noble lady from the famous Philos family of Piltover.
Because Lina's grades were always better than hers, and the narrow-minded Miss Kaya was unwilling to lose to a lowly Zaun. So for some reason, she became jealous of Lina.
At first, Lina didn't know the other party's identity, and she embarrassed Kaya in public several times.
When I later learned that Kaya's last name was "Firos", and that even in Piltover, few people dared to mess with this last name...
Lina had already become a thorn in this guy's side, and it was too late for her to give in.
"Classmate Kaya, what do you want to talk to me about?" Seeing that this young lady came to pick trouble again, Lina had no choice but to swallow her anger and show weakness, pretending that nothing had happened.
But Miss Kaya just raised her chin elegantly, shook the pile of manuscript paper in her arms, and asked Lina in a playful tone:
"The teacher asked me to help distribute these manuscripts for the subsequent interview assessment."
"Lina, do you want to--"
“It’s ‘free’.”
When she heard the word "free", Lina almost wanted to take the pile of manuscript paper back.
Such a large stack of manuscript paper is enough to buy several loaves of brown bread!
But...that asshole woman was laughing.
"No……"
Lina gritted her teeth and swallowed it:
"I brought my own manuscript paper!"
She endured the humiliation, took out the notebook with Levi's article from her bag, and placed it on the table in front of her.
"Tsk..." Kaya punched the air several times and wanted to say something in a bad mood.
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the classroom again.
A tall and handsome man in a suit and tie slowly appeared at the door of the classroom.
"It's Professor Jace!"
Kaya no longer cared about making things difficult for Lina, and Lina didn't care about her either.
All the students present raised their heads excitedly and presented their most fanatical admiration to that man.
And he deserves this admiration.
Jace Talis, the inventor of Hextech, is the man who leads Piltover into a new era and symbolizes the future of scientific civilization.
The Hextech Academy they attended existed because of this man.
Of course, the students admired Jace immensely, their eyes kept wandering over him.
At this moment, behind the brilliance of Professor Jess, everyone belatedly noticed another figure:
It was a middle-aged man with a cane.
He was pale, with messy curly hair, dark circles under his eyes, and a very thin body. He walked with a limp, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
Standing next to the muscular and energetic Jace, he looked like an invisible follower.
"Who is this gentleman?"
"Eh...I think I've seen him at school. Is he working in the laboratory?"
Noticing that this man appeared with the great Professor Jace, the students couldn't help but speculate about his identity.
"I'm Jace's friend."
"You can call me Professor Victor."
