During summer vacation, my younger sister’s online friend said he could get her a well-paid job.
The job was to work as a billiards coach’s assistant at a pool hall.
I urged her to think carefully. After all, he was a stranger she’d never even met.
Besides, pool halls could be full of unsavory characters and posed certain risks to her personal safety.
My sister thought it over for a long time and finally agreed with me.
But when school started, I found out that someone at her school really was earning 40,000 a month as a billiards coach’s assistant, and had even landed a rich boyfriend.
Meanwhile, my sister was earning nothing at home, getting fed and waited on by me, and had even put on two pounds.
Jealous, she turned on me, accusing me of ruining her chance to get rich. Then she teamed up with our parents and sold me off as a bride to a remote mountain village.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister said she wanted to work as a billiards coach’s assistant.
I immediately raised both hands and both feet in approval. “Go for it! You absolutely have to. Only a fool turns down money!”
