A Burnt Bridge

A few minutes later Hao Xuan walked out of the shop richer than most, but at a steep cost.

Poli's puppet stood at the entrance with a somewhat ugly expression drawn on.

"I think it's best you not come here anymore young man. My business won't last long if you keep this up."

She slid the doors shut, more disappointed than angry at what had transpired.

"That's understandable. Thank you for the help, Poli!"

Hao Xuan waved goodbye. He had burned a bridge but managed to get a fair bit out of it.

The total Cursed Gold in his possession was now at 3 million and 668 thousand while normal gold was at 150,000 even.

"This is a VERY good start..." he muttered to himself.

[Now what?]

"Now let's buy a couple of things," Hao Xuan eyed the rows of shops on both sides.

He chose one at random and then another and then another, but his elation quickly dwindled as the truth of the matter sunk in.