Shi Xing was worried. His family's ancestral inn was going under.
With no guests, the inn couldn't make any money. His purse was growing thinner by the day, and he couldn't pay wages. Even the last waiter in the place was about to run off.
Trying to drown his sorrows in drink, Shi Xing had a wonderful dream about a wealthy benefactor bringing him riches.
When he woke, he was still savoring the dream, only to discover that a huge chest of treasures had really appeared in his room... along with a man.
Shi Xing rubbed his eyes. "You look familiar?"
Man: "You're so heartless. We clearly met last night, and you were crying your eyes out."
Shi Xing: "..."
Shi Xing: "No, no, no. You look a lot like the wanted poster outside the city gate... the one offering a reward of ten thousand high-grade spirit stones."
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