The fire illuminated the whole yard as bright as day.
I stood at the door of the warehouse, watching the piles of opium boxes inside crackling in the fire, and the pungent smell of burning filled my nose. Thick smoke rose into the sky, dyeing half of the sky dark red.
Several dockworkers ran out of the warehouse carrying oil barrels and shouted to me: "Master Shen, the last barrel has been poured!"
I nodded, my throat a little dry. The boxes were emblazoned with the emblem of the British East India Company, and I knew every word. Just a few minutes ago, I was still wondering why I was standing here - a second ago, I was still in the mansion of the richest man in the Ming Dynasty, watching the accountant holding the account book and crying: "Master, you spent another thirty thousand taels of silver this month..."
Then there was a white light, and when he opened his eyes again, there was this fire.
The mechanical voice in my mind was as clear as speaking to my ear: "The prodigal subsystem has been bound.
Current balance: zero.
Progress: 0/10000 silver dollar.
The first prodigal mission: burn all opium stocks (worth thirty thousand silver dollars) within three days, reward: penicillin formula. "
Penicillin formula.
