Liu Da was hiding in his room, counting his money. In just two days, the net profit had already caught up to what his shop used to make in a month. He chuckled, his face stiffening from the constant grinning.
Xiaoyao Powder—Xiaoyao Powder. Before a year was out, he would be living a life of ease, like an immortal.
Liu Da stacked the silver ingots neatly and tucked them under his mattress. Every night, he lay atop them, and even his dreams smelled of wealth.
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