"A couple of years ago, there was a rich heir, whose ancestors were probably in this line of work, who inherited a medicine box. Passed down with strict instructions never to open it…" Hong San said calmly.
"Guess what? This fool lost money terribly in the stock market and wanted to see if there was any treasure inside the old artifact that could help him recoup his losses."
Deep into the night, that heir opened the medicine box, only to find it completely empty.
That same night, he was admitted to the hospital, blind, unable to speak, covered in festering sores, emitting a faint odor, and soon died.
As for how that medicine box ended up in Hong San's hands, he didn't say, and neither Zhang Fan nor the others asked, as it was someone's business secret.
"Brother Hong, today I'm here to see if I can trade for some treasures." Zhang Fan got straight to the point.
