When school started after my senior year of high school, my parents cut off my living expenses and forced me to drop out of school and work so that my younger brother could go abroad to expand his horizons.
I was forced to transfer to an aristocratic school with no tuition and fees. I usually sold scraps and bought steamed buns to make ends meet, but I soon couldn't hold on any longer.
I plucked up the courage to ask in class: "Does anyone need help copying and writing papers? It's ten yuan a piece?"
After the whole class was silent for a while, someone took the lead and said, "Ten yuan is not enough, I'll pay a hundred!"
"It's a hundred dollars. I'll give you a thousand dollars, and you can help me write a review."
"I'll give you 10,000 yuan, please write to me first!"
Bidding was everywhere, and someone jumped on the table: "Don't fight, no matter who bids, I will give you a hundred dollars more!"
