(about 3 thousand years ago) Thinking about food and the excellent Baozi he had here at the coach station some time ago, he sits at a table to wait for his order. The waiters are busy, which is usual, but the sheer number of people here is not. There must be a reason. Maybe it’s that lady with her whole entourage that could rival a queen’s? He watches her with interest. There is something familiar about her. Maybe the way she carries herself? Or just that hint of green in her dark eyes? Whatever it is, he is drawn to her. He can’t help himself, so he listens to her speak. There is a man with her, urgently explaining things. Apparently she owns a mine, but has no clue how to go about it. Nor any desire to do so. Shi Lang never desired to own a mine, but Fate had other plans. Sometimes t

