Chapter 311 - 127. A Thin Line Between Life and Death
"Phew, no luck fishing tonight at all..."
On the pitch-dark street, a man carrying a long, black bag sighed as he walked. The rushing Klein River was by his side, and the young man lived nearby. He had just spent the entire day fishing before heading home.
The rivers in Saint Nali are plentiful, many of which naturally lend themselves to fishing. However, a few years ago when factories began to surround Saint Nali, many fishable rivers became incredibly dirty. Many fish that were once abundant in the river disappeared without a trace.
Nevertheless, since the implementation of the environmental conservation laws, the entire environment in Saint Nali underwent a transformation akin to purification. Fish populations reappeared in the rivers, which meant the dedicated fishermen of Saint Nali no longer needed to travel great distances to fish in the outskirts.
Strangely enough, the environmental laws were initially enacted smoothly. This was due to favorable policies toward businesses that chose to relocate, along with substantial environmental subsidies, all in an effort to reduce emissions.
The businesses readily agreed. It was said that they had purchased an extremely clean source of energy from the South Continent. This allowed them not only to keep their factories in place but also to profit from the government subsidies.
But for some reason, this month, the winds of opinion seemed to have shifted, and the entrepreneurs started to become discontent again...
But let’s set aside those underlying stories for now and turn our attention back to the young man who was ready to return home, fishing gear in hand.