United States, Seattle

On the lawn of a house on the side of the street, large and small furniture has filled the entire courtyard. The owner of the house was lying on a chair, leisurely reading the newspaper, and only occasionally glancing at the crowd of people who were choosing furniture.

He doesn't care how much the furniture can sell, he cares if he can sell it today. He is also a retired social elite, who has been busy for most of his life and has made a lot of money, and plans to take advantage of his retirement to go out with his wife to play, and when he is tired, he will find a beautiful place to spend the rest of his life. As for his children, he has already married a family, and he is also the boss of a large company, so he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

He put down the newspaper in his hand, picked up the black tea handed over by his wife, glanced at the person who was choosing furniture, took a sip of tea and continued to read the newspaper.

"Hey, boss, how do you sell this teapot!"

As soon as he picked up the newspaper, he hadn't read it for a while when he heard someone ask for the price.

"Isn't there a price on this, it's all very cheap goods, what's there to negotiate. ”

The owner of the house muttered quietly, put down the newspaper in his hand slightly, and glanced at the teapot in the hand of the young man in front of him. But after a glance, he put down the newspaper in his hand, took the teapot from the young man's hand, and looked around carefully.

"Strange, I don't remember having such a teapot. Forget it, you can take it for a dollar. He looked at the teapot a few times with a strange expression, and finally threw it to the young man, and said casually.

"A dollar, good, deal!" The young man saw that the teapot was so cheap, his eyes widened, he licked his lips, and he immediately took a bill from his wallet and put it on the table, and then trotted away with the teapot in his hand.

The owner of the house, on the other hand, looked at the young man who was leaving excitedly with a strange expression, shook his head, and stuffed the dollar on the table into his trouser pocket.

Isn't it just a silver teapot, and I'm so happy? Speaking of which, I don't remember that I had such a teapot. Forget it, whatever, anyway, these things are either given away or thrown away in the end, and it can be sold for a little bit.

He muttered to himself, took another sip of tea from his teacup, picked up the newspaper again and continued reading.

The young man who bought the teapot trotted out of the neighborhood and through a few alleys, eventually into a slightly dilapidated apartment.

When he came to the door, he quickly opened the door and entered the house after confirming that there were no suspicious characters.

Once inside, he quickly locked the door again, then ran to the window and closed the curtains. After doing this, he carefully sat down on the ground and took out the silver teapot in his arms.

Opening the lid, he shook the teapot upside down, and a small bundle of dollars fell out.

"The boss was so stupid that he didn't even find out that there was money in this teapot. It's so refreshing to exchange a dollar for such a small bundle of bills!" the young man licked his lips, tossed the teapot aside, and counted the bills himself. "Damn, this little bundle is $30! Well done, John, you're awesome!"

Looking at the three 10 yuan bills in his hand, John couldn't help but scream.

That's $30 for a long time! The rent in this junk apartment is $20 a month, and he eats black toast and water for five cents a meal. If you remove this month's rent and the money he earns from his part-time job, he can barely survive this month!

He happened to pay the rent today, and he only had a few dollars left in his pocket, and he happened to know that there was a householder in a certain community who was going to sell furniture, so he planned to come over to join in the fun, see if he could pick up the leak, buy a piece at a low price, and then sell it at the original price or slightly lower than the original price, and make a lot of money. But I didn't expect it to be picked up by him.

John looked at the 30 yuan in his hand and couldn't help but punch himself to confirm that he was not dreaming!