Darak Island was a stone’s throw from Lascora, its shellfish farming industry on the rise.
In my previous life, I worked at the city’s Fisheries Bureau, rubbing shoulders with plenty of shellfish farmers.
That was when I fell in love with the art of shellfish farming.
If it were not for my early death, I would have teamed up with someone to get into shellfish farming in the future.
I finally had the chance to dive into the shellfish market and sell pearls.
Anthony was all for it. He even got a friend from Lascora to set me up with a place to sleep so I could rest easy.
Whenever I could, I would zip back to Darak Island to spend a few days with Anthony. However, when things got hectic, I would go ten days, even two weeks without contacting him.
In no time, like three months, I had the local shellfish game figured out.
Thanks to my previous life at the Fisheries Bureau, lining up buyers was a piece of cake.
Before I could truly got the pearls, I had already locked in deals with a hundred merchants for steady buys.
In under six months, I made a killing as a middleman, raking in 100,000 dollars in no time flat.
The day I went home to pay off my debt, Holly’s jaw dropped at the sight of my stylish outfit.
The mild climate where I stayed had worked wonders on my skin, making it smooth and glowy.