I was sitting in a VIP lounge at a big bank when an unkempt person walked in: beardy, shaggy, with a tattered jacket that had burnt holes, and worn-out boots… Suddenly, everyone starts to fuss around him, brought him coffee, and invited him to a cabin right away.
I only managed to see how he took out a big wad of money wrapped in a dirty plastic bag from his pocket. When he was leaving. I looked closer and realized he was wearing brand clothes that had been worn a lot. I don’t know what kind of person that was, but we definitely shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
