Secret: Everything Has a Price

Traveling through the mysterious world, the first thing Cassian did when he opened his eyes was to take stock. Pocket: elevenpence, half a loaf of brown bread. Debt: Forty pounds, if not paid at midnight, tied with stones and sunk into the Hoy River. Fortunately, he can see the value of all things. When the fingertips touched it, the valuation column appeared: age, material, and current market price, all of which were missing. He set up a stall in the dock area and paid two pennies a piece, and his reputation was known; silver cigarette boxes were one pound in and three pounds out, and fake paintings were sold for one penny; he bought moonlight flowers, holy silver powder, and quinine during the epidemic, buying low and selling high, turning every detail of the city into a business. While others take risks and upgrade, he settles accounts and upgrades - out of the twenty-two ways, he walks his own path: appraiser, trader, until he reaches the "wealth". The night watcher is his customer next door, the history teacher is his regular customer, and there is also a young civil servant wearing a soft hat who comes to ask for prices every three to five, and his calculations are more detailed than anyone else's. There are also things that cannot be reported in the valuation column. A rusty coin: [cannot be measured in money]. A page of blood-red accounts: [One life]. An unsigned note: "Your account is being recorded." If you take this life through time travel, you owe this life. Profits are compounded and must be paid back.