Xiaomei stretched out upon a sea of golden coins, intoxicated by their sparkle in the light of the morning sun. [Good morning!] She yawned, plucking a bottle of spirits from underneath a nearby mound. Once living in the wild, Xiao Mei could have never imagined the wealth to come. Thinking once more on how riches always come to those cunning enough to take them, she took a sip of the burning brew.