Deserted Island.
By the shore.
Splash!
Aaron tossed a handful of copper cash into a fish basket, then tied it with a hemp rope and sank it to the bottom of the lake.
"Seven hundred and fifty-two large cash coins in total... In Forest Kingdom currency, roughly a hundred large cash coins exchange for one tael of silver. The entry fee for Green Mountain Martial Hall in the city is ten taels, including food and lodging, and I can study martial arts for two months..."
"Once I've saved enough, I'll find a winter to go learn martial arts..."
Aaron was deeply interested in this world's system of power, and he did not underestimate it in the slightest.
He would not look down on the local system simply because of what he had achieved in another world.
To learn humbly and take its essence—such was the humility of a Longevity One.
As for revision and innovation?
He would have to climb to the summit of this new system before he could begin attempting that. He could not let pride blind his eyes.
"This tuition is seriously expensive..."
After marking the spot, Aaron rowed away, grumbling to himself.
Over this period, he had gradually increased his catch, enduring the double exploitation of the authorities and the gangs as he slowly converted his fish into profit at the fish market.
"If a gang wants to keep harvesting leeks for the long term, it still has to let the fishermen see a glimmer of hope..."
"If there's no hope at all, everyone will just lie down and become salted fish... Then the Goldfish Gang will be left grasping at air."
"So, although I'm making more from selling fish than before, as long as I pay my due according to the rules, nobody can make