"Actually, I don't even know Old Wang's real name. I wasn't particularly close to him—I just went to his house for drinks a few times. Ever since he struck it rich, we haven't had much to do with each other. You know how it is—most people who come into money ignore their old, poor friends. They're afraid those friends might start getting ideas about their cash." Luo Zhen started to explain.
"Oh? So you're saying Old Wang got what was coming to him? Well, now it's our lucky break. I bet there's something valuable in Old Wang's coffin, huh?" Luo Zhen's friend seemed somewhat excited about Old Wang's death. After all, how could they have taken any advantage from Old Wang if he hadn't died?
"Enough with the chatter, let's just dig this stuff up and get out of here. It's the middle of the night, and it's kind of creepy," said Luo Zhen to his friend.