Yang Bo sighed as well. Since Zhang Bozhen said to wait a little longer, he would wait a little longer.
After all, his current identity was supposed to come across as a political idiot.
In truth, Yang Bo felt it would be better to give them an early heads-up.
Some things were better done sooner rather than later.
Then Yang Bo opened the materials the Ancient Martial Arts Association president had sent him: the items available for exchange with Contribution Points through the Ancient Martial Arts Associations of the other two countries.
Yang Bo naturally knew what sort of people the Ancient Martial Arts Association members were, but the things these members had put up for exchange still gave him a shock.
The most valuable item was actually a piece of land on the Home Star. Owning that land would allow one to travel freely to and from the Home Star.
The plot was only five square kilometers. It looked like a mountain farm, complete with an alpine lake, more than sixty ancient tea trees over four thousand years old, and various other fruits.
This mountain farm was worth one million Contribution Points.
Converted into current value, that was roughly twenty billion Credit Points.
Of course, although Credit Points and Contribution Points could supposedly be exchanged directly, it was fundamentally impossible to make that exchange.
Yang Bo checked the notes again. It turned out that three hundred years ago, the landowner had needed a great deal of Martial Arts for certain reasons.
But the owner had been unable to offer anything else tempting enough, so he could only put up this plot of land.
In other words, the owner had hoped to obtain a Martial Arts technique that could make his family prosper once more.
That was to say, they