Twenty thousand, let alone twenty thousand, he is now covered in money, and it is difficult to even collect two hundred.
His parents died young and he has no relatives. He has been living in this forty-nine cities for many years, relying on his little cleverness and half-baked knowledge of antiques gleaned from second-hand bookstalls to make ends meet. The money he earns cannot keep up with what he spends, let alone the speed at which debts can be compounded.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, climbed onto the squeaky single bed, and took out a wrinkled cloth bag from under the pillow.
Opening it, there were a few pieces of ten yuan, twenty yuan, and a handful of coins spread out in the palm of the hand. The layer was so thin that it didn't even cover the palm of the hand.
He counted it, two hundred and thirty-seven dollars and fifty cents.
