I thought to myself, Truman had stumbled into Miss Ruth's tendon by mistake, why did she invite Truman to see Dr. Cruise so urgently? No, Dr. Cruise is also a master of gold. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Either way, Miss Ruth would take us to Dr. Cruise to see what he could do to bring the people in the ice back to life.

I squeezed into a bus with Miss Ruth and the cheeky Truman who wanted to get some bookish scents, and as Truman said, it was the Great Depression in the United States, and there weren't too many people on the bus, and even then it filled up the seats, but luckily there was another one, and I sat Miss Ruth, and Truman and I stood next to her.

"Why are so many people going out today? The seats are full, there is not even an empty seat, it always makes people stand, and the legs that stand are hurting, you say that the company that makes the bus, he will not design the bus into two levels, so that he can seat twice as many people like this, you say yes, so that people can have a seat ・・・・・・" Truman chattered on the bus.

I nodded occasionally, not to ignore him, but most of the time I tried to look away, pretending not to know him well.

But this guy still said narcissistically: "You said that none of these people now, none of them understand politeness, don't understand the pain of standing people, this has been working for a day, two poor little thin legs, supporting the upper body of this big lump of meat, I don't know how hard it is, I don't say that after sitting for a long time, let the standing person sit for a while, even if it is a turn to sit, don't you say?" Oops, look at my legs, I don't know why, I've been hurting lately, like a little bug getting into it, do you think it's a rheumatism virus or something? ”

I wanted to turn away, I didn't want to listen to this guy anymore, Miss Ruth had just said that she was going to Dr. Cruise to behave properly, and this guy was now showing the bad habits of a mixed society.

"Come and sit down, Mr. Truman." Miss Ruth left her seat and asked Truman to sit down.

"No, Miss Ruth, I'm talking about playing, not really my legs." Truman smiled and said, "You sit down, Miss Ruth, you don't know about me, my brother does, my attitude towards the lady, even if I stand with two legs broken, I won't let the lady give up her seat, don't you say, brother?" ”

"He may have been like this in his previous life, and he may be like this in the next life." I say.

"Haha, it's the same in this life, sit down, Miss Ruth, sit down・・・・・・" Truman said with a smile.

The bus stopped for a stop, and an old man with trembling legs and feet came up, wearing a black shirt and a silver-gray cane, looking at the old man who was a little stupid and stupid, and came up to find a seat, Miss Ruth took the initiative to stand up and let the old man sit down.

The old man in black said thank you and sat down unceremoniously.

Then the conductor walked up to the old man and asked the old man to buy the ticket.

The old man in black took out a piece of horseshoe gold, handed it to the conductor, and said, "Can this be used as a fare?" ”

"I can't find you any money for this, so you might as well use change." The conductor said, this is a chubby woman, you are not polite at all, this old man is very pitiful, he is so old, he is still a stupid and stupid person, he belongs to the marginalized and vulnerable groups in society, this conductor is too rude, if it weren't for my tickets were bought by Truman, I should have bought tickets for this old man.

But it was strange that this old man could have a piece of horseshoe gold.

"I don't have change." The old man replied weakly.

"But I can't find this." Said the chubby conductor.

"What if I don't have change?" The old man replied weakly.

"Sir, if you sell this piece of gold, you will be rich." A man in a gray suit said.

"Can this be sold for money?" The old man said.

"Yes, why can't you sell it for money? It's worth a lot of money, it's gold. The man in the gray suit said.

"What is gold?" The old man asked.

"Gold is ・・・・・・ very valuable money." Said the man in the gray suit.

"Then who gives me the money? Who am I selling to. The old man said.

"Old man, if your gold is real or fake, you want to sell it?" Said another man in a black suit.

"You see how good this gold is, how can it be fake?" Said the man in the gray suit.

"I'm a non-ferrous metal appraiser at an auction house, and this is my work card." The man in the black suit took out a document and lit it up to the person in the car, "I'll help you see the authenticity of this piece of gold, don't let him deceive us." The man in the black suit took the gold, looked it up and down, left and right, and said, "After my years of firm experience, this is true. ”

"Sir, I want this piece of gold, how much is it?" Said the man in the gray suit.

"A hundred dollars is okay?" The old man was still weakly discussing with the man in the gray suit.

This old man is too stupid, this piece of gold is worth at least two thousand dollars, how can he open his mouth to a hundred dollars? That's a little too little.

"Okay, I'll give you a hundred dollars." The man in the gray suit said that he was going to pay for it.

"How can such a piece of gold be 100 dollars, I will pay 200 dollars." The man in the black suit rushed to say.

"I can't bully the old man, I'll pay four hundred dollars." A voice in the crowd said.

"He also said that he would not bully the old man, and that if he bought such a big gold for four hundred dollars, I would pay a thousand dollars." This is Truman's voice.

As soon as the 1,000 dollars were shouted, the people on the bus immediately fell silent, and the people on the bus did not carry more than 1,000 dollars.

The man in the gray suit said to Truman, "Sir, since you are asking for a thousand dollars, and there is no one in this car to fight with you, please pay for the old man's gold." ”

"I don't have a thousand dollars, I only have a hundred dollars." Truman said.

"Why do you dare to bid a thousand dollars without a thousand dollars?" Said the man in the gray suit.

"I think that piece of gold will be worth at least two thousand dollars, and I will shout one thousand dollars to help the old gentleman earn back some more money, if you buy the old gentleman's gold for four or five hundred dollars, the old gentleman will not lose a lot." Truman said.

"You're disrupting the market and cheating." The man in the black suit also walked over, "If the old gentleman reports on the police station, you will be criminally responsible." ”

"Why do I have to be criminally responsible for helping the old man?" Truman really didn't understand.

"Either you buy the old gentleman's gold for a thousand dollars, or we go to the police station, and you choose a way." Said the man in the gray suit.