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Busy until 3 p.m., the crowd registering for the Martial Arts School began to thin out.
Liang Qu held his brush with his five fingers, wrote down the names, and let them dry aside.
By his side, a thick stack of registration booklets had accumulated, no less than one hundred and twenty.
Each registration cost a minimum of seven taels, guaranteeing at least one thousand taels of silver, and if calculated on the average rate of twenty taels, that would be three thousand taels.
All the students from the Academy they previously met registered, aiming for a development in both literary and martial skills, all choosing the highest tier of fifty taels.
It's no wonder Pang Qinghe came to present his visiting card for a friendly match; losing still allowed him to throw down a silver note worth three hundred taels.
With a reputation, wealth truly came rolling in.
