Sacred Haven of Debauchery

BUT I used to throw them when I was a kid! Now I'd rather sell them.

As a child, A loved to secretly throw rotten apples at carriages passing by his house. Over time, his perspective changed, and he realized that it was better to sell the rotten apples and make a profit. Soon, A opened his small vegetable shop and earned a decent living as a merchant, although customers always found a slightly rotten fruit at the bottom of the bag. He successfully married a beautiful girl and doubled his capital. Everything changed when a fire broke out in his shop one day, and his beloved wife, who was working there that day, for some reason couldn't get out. It became clear that this was a malicious act, and A lost everything overnight...