A Pawnshop Customer

Downtown broad squares highway out of these places every nook and cranny alleyway, shabby signboard, makes a terrifying sound when the wind blows, we open a very narrow door and meet an old man who greets us with a warm smile across an iron cage we are always curious about the treasures buried in the darkness behind him They are of no use to him. Where are you taking all valuables and putting them away? from the people trying to end up hunger Like the sound of the wheels of a train moving away, there was always silence that swallowed the light. And he was the richest in our town Of course, reputation has always been like this "Not even a person." What happened to the old man who took great pride not having a single person to pick up the items Where did his cash and gold go? Were his poor clients successful? must ask pawnshop best customer of the old man, snoops down the streets of prosperous pawnshops in the 21st century mega cities Tokyo Shanghai New York London, and Dostoevsky, We must read his book.