Zhang Ming flicked the ten-yuan note in his hand. "Now, the first thing to sort out is food and shelter. I wonder how hard it is to make money in this era."
Making money could be called the greatest challenge in human society, running through an ordinary person's entire life, from birth and aging to sickness and death.
Of course, Zhang Ming had come to experience life, not to suffer. He did not mind selling some gold to fund his travels.
As for a life of luxury and indulgence, lording it over others while surrounded by singing and dancing beauties... well, it was not that his spiritual outlook was too lofty. He was simply used to a plain, simple life and instinctively wanted to reject all that sordid excess. Besides, with the morally upright Gourd Lady watching him, there was really no way he could enjoy unlimited mating rights.
"How can I make money?" He racked his brains.
At eight in the morning, he saw a gambling house open for business, and his eyes immediately lit up. "There we go, a great place to pick up free money. With my perception, how is this any different from stuffing cash into sacks?"
Within the Human Alliance, each nation had a certain degree of autonomy, so their laws naturally differed somewhat.
For instance, Great Xia banned prostitution, gambling, and drugs, while the Southeastern Nation did not ban the gambling industry. Some nations did not ban the sex industry, and in some places, public security was actually rather poor, with thriving scam industries... drugs, of course, were widely prohibited and had little room left to survive.
As for why things were this way, that was a truly complicated social issue.
Zhang Ming could not be bothered to ponder these questions either. He walked