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As soon as the newcomer appeared, Jin Jiangming's expression changed dramatically.
"Is it you?"
"It is I. Surprised, aren't you?"
"You’re still alive? Ha ha."
"How could I dare to die before you, Master Jin? It’s been many years since we last met, and today I bring you a small gift, nothing extravagant."
"I don’t need your gift; take it back."
"Since I'm here, at least let me show it to you. Put it down so Master Jin can have a look." The old man sneered, and as his words fell, the four lean middle-aged men behind him shouted and set down the gift resting on their shoulders.
“Boom!”
A dull sound echoed, slightly jarring to the ears.
Everyone had an inkling of what lay beneath the red cloth but found it hard to believe. As the cloth was pulled away, a bright red coffin inscribed with the character for longevity appeared before them, its color strikingly vivid, almost like fresh blood.
"Ah!"
Upon seeing the coffin, many people screamed in fright. Thankfully it was daytime; had it been night, it might have caused a heart attack.
The scene descended into chaos.
Jin Jiangming's face darkened ominously; on his birthday, someone had dared to present him with a coffin—this was no sign of promotion or prosperity. His sons, especially the younger generation among his grandchildren, were furious and charged forward, ready to fight.
They dismissed their opponents easily; after all, they were just an old man and four scrawny middle-aged men. The Jin family had numbers on their side and could easily crush them. However, once they engaged in combat, they realized their mistake. Those four seemingly frail middle-aged men were surprisingly skilled and strong as oxen. The young members of the Jin family were no match for them; in just one exchange, they found themselves thrown to the ground, crying out in pain.
"Stop! Cao Yuanfang, fighting with a bunch of youngsters is beneath your dignity," Jin Jiangming shouted loudly to intervene.
The old man smiled coldly and waved his hand lightly; his four subordinates fell back behind him once more.
This old man was named Cao Yuanfang. Judging by the skills of his subordinates, it was clear he was not someone to be trifled with. Seeing that Cao Yuanfang had ordered his men to halt, Jin Jiangming's tone softened slightly. While others might not know Cao Yuanfang's background, Jin Jiangming was well aware.
Decades ago, he had met Cao Yuanfang, and they had even been business partners. To put it plainly, Cao Yuanfang was a tomb raider—though he was far more formidable than the average grave robber. He had established a small sect dedicated to tomb raiding; while this sect was modest in size, it was indeed a legitimate organization. Cao Yuanfang trained disciples in the art of tomb raiding and could now enjoy the fruits of his labor as its founder.
Jin Jiangming was not a tomb raider, but he was involved in the antique trade and had business dealings with Cao Yuanfang. After their tomb raiding activities, most of Cao Yuanfang's disciples would bring their stolen goods to Jin Jiangming. He was a good collaborator, and their relationship was mutually beneficial; decades ago, they had both made their fortunes through tomb raiding and the sale of antiques.
However, later on, Jin Jiangming was arrested. In an attempt to reduce his sentence, he conspired with the authorities and managed to capture Cao Yuanfang's disciples, but he failed to catch the big fish, Cao Yuanfang himself.
Jin Jiangming cooperated with the investigation and showed a good attitude during his confession, which led to a reduced sentence of twelve years; otherwise, he would have faced a lifetime in prison.
After his release, Jin Jiangming remained very low-key out of fear that Cao Yuanfang might come after him. He lived in constant anxiety until he eventually learned from an unknown source that Cao Yuanfang had died long ago. Only then did Jin Jiangming finally breathe a sigh of relief.
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