Xiao Ran's resolve did not waver in the slightest. Not only did he maintain the high price of five hundred nether coins per gram, but he also brought out his food stores, warm clothing, and even some basic medicine, distributing them free of charge to the miners.
"Martial Uncle, this... we're losing too much." Qi Jinguang watched the nether coins and supplies flow away like water, his brows knitted tight.
He understood Xiao Ran's kindness, but this was practically giving his money away.
Xiao Ran stood beneath the shelter, letting the wind and snow tug at his clothes. He offered no explanation for Qi Jinguang's confusion.
Just as he had said before, the miners had earned it with their lives. What he was giving up was nothing more than worldly possessions.
Xiao Ran didn't want to owe these ordinary people even the slightest thing.
However, greed was like a cold poison lurking deep in the mine. A moment's warmth would never make it disappear completely.
This enormous, undisguised kindness comforted most people, but it also kindled even stronger desire in the hearts of a few.
Since this "Good Fortune Boy" was so generous, and such a rare opportunity had come along, why not use it to make a big score?
That night, several miners living in neighboring shacks gathered beneath a dim, flickering oil lamp. They had received talismans and food that day, but now they felt no gratitude, only scheming.
"Damn it, five hundred a gram! I nearly died digging today, and all I got was two grams. I'm exhausted!"
A pockmarked man spat, his eyes fierce. "At this rate, when will I ever save enough to get out of this godforsaken place? I could die down there any day!"
"Pocky's right!" A tall, thin man beside him agreed,