Days｜The man hid in the corner and looked at 100 yuan

In the aisle where the Taichung High Speed ​​Rail was about to transfer to the Taichung MRT, there was an old middle-aged man with slightly messy hair and hunchbacked back. No one in this aisle would seriously notice the middle-aged man, let alone what was written on the sign in his hand.​

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" The Big Issue Taiwan Magazine " is a magazine that helps homeless and socially disadvantaged people have job opportunities. They can earn income by selling magazines to the general public. Originated in England.​

10 magazines are provided for free for the first time, and the external price is 100 yuan. After 10 copies are sold, 1,000 yuan can be obtained. The second time I started to sell each book at 50 yuan, the price was 100 yuan, and the profit was 50 yuan, and I gradually accumulated my own salary and income, and then lived a self-sufficient life.​

In addition to money, the disadvantaged can also take this opportunity to reconnect with society and people. As the saying goes, it is better to give him a fishing rod and teach some skills than to feed the fish.​

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My feet unconsciously walked towards Dazhi's big salesman, and I politely nodded and greeted him during the approach. ​The salesman hurriedly turned his head and put down his cards, and took out 2 magazines from the bag. in front of my eyes.​

"Is it 100 yuan per copy?" I asked.​

"This is in February, this is in February." The sales guy didn't answer my question. But really I also need to know which month's magazine the eldest brother gave me.​

"Okay, I would like to ask, is a copy still 100 yuan now?" Raise the volume and ask again.​

"This is in February, this is in February." The voice and expression looked a little nervous. I think I get it.​

I handed over the 100 yuan bill directly, took one, and said thank you. ​​The big brother took the 100 yuan and immediately hid by the pillar. I was curious if the big salesman would come up with other monthly magazines to sell to me, etc. I held the magazine in place and waited for 10 seconds.​

The big brother turned his back to the aisle where people came and went and faced the pillar. He spread out the banknotes with both hands and stared straight at it, as if to see through something. At first, I thought that my eldest brother was afraid of receiving counterfeit money, so he carefully checked it. ​Wrinkled and bent fingers full of years gently caressed the red banknotes he just received. With such an expression and movement, he went back and forth two or three times on the front and back, and finally carefully put them into his pockets.​

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The older you get, the less you dare to judge people by their appearance; the more you can see kindness and warmth in suffering; the older you get, the more you realize that the gentle treatment you think is insignificant gives others the motivation to survive.

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