Dropping Mr. Wong to the floor Jon walked to the corner where the man had pointed. Again jars, jars, jars, "OK old man what worth so much over here?" Jon asked in his angry course voice.
Mr. Wong sauntered over on his sore feet and looking up the tall sheleves he put a finger to his chin and pointed with his other hand to the second shelf third jar from the right.
Jon reached up and picking up the jar it seemed very heavy considering it's size. A brass lid was screwed down atop the jar and Jon quickly twisted it loose.
A wooshing sound of released pressure made Jon look at the man with a questioning little boy look. The odor from the contents was at first crude with a sulfur stench. Then as the lid came off a whiff of fresh cut grass tickled Jon's nose and he sneezed.
"OK old man what's so special about this stuff?" asked Jon as he looked into the orange colored salve.
"You boy take jar and go to city park at midnight. Remove all clothing and smear self with salve. It make all people who see you want give money to you. You be happy and content with much wealth. Never have to work, always with friends, have no responsibilities to anybody, take I help you this time!" said Mr. Wong as he bowed to Jon.
"Ha!" Jon said and turning toward the door grabbed a small jar from the shelf and went his way.
"Mister Wong!" called a man from the rear of the shop.
Walking back to talk to the actual owner of the shop Mister Wong began to giggle.
"What did I miss?" asked the shop's owner.
"Oh young thief want to steal something of worth. He threaten me and was about to begin breaking things, had bad temper! I tell him of salve of great worth. He go where I tell him and took jar from corner shelf there." said Mister Wong.
The older Chinese man walked quickly to the corner shelves and looking up at the open space turned with a smile to Mister Wong.
"Young thief soon have life of gold," as he began to laugh along with Mister wong.
A small label on the shelf read: "Carassius auratus Salve"