Let’s write about a problem that happened abroad. On the day I got my salary, I went to a restaurant with my wife and when I was about to leave, a guy who looked like a Turk came to the table next to me, and when he took out his wallet from his pocket, he dropped a metal coin, which rolled and went under my table.
I, being a good person, sneaked under the table and told my wife that she was here and there, so that I could barely get the other money, but she kept putting my wallet in the pocket of my jacket hanging on the chair.
At that time, I didn’t have time for that man to take my wallet, he’s a cunning scumbag, he accidentally dropped the metal money under my table and diverted my attention. You think that you won’t be able to catch up with your brother
– It is said that when you asked how you are doing, the other one was going to put it back so that your wallet fell in front of you as if nothing had happened. I thought to myself, well, if you did that, then if you didn’t get it, it would be your loss, so it’s bad.
But when I wanted to check my wallet, I opened it and saw that my monthly salary was empty. It was dark inside. However, he quickly recovered from his shock and immediately grabbed the other one.
– You took my money, it was just in my wallet, and when I took it out, the other one said I didn’t take it. Then two young Turks, who seemed to be accomplices of the other, also came in. When the three of you took it, your voice got louder, and they were all over the place saying that you have stopped your slander.
I almost injured myself. All the people in the area, including the owner of the restaurant and the people in the neighborhood, gathered at our sound and asked what was going on. The guards there told me that I had that money, and this man took it, so-and-so bills, and the other one
– I also have that kind of money, it doesn’t mean that it’s your money. All my money and yours are the same, how can you prove that it is your money, and your money is different from others, so I take out the bills I told you from my pocket.
The guard looked at me as if the people gathered there could really prove this. The other one is more and more proud of me by showing off my hard-earned few euros in front of my eyes. It almost makes me doubt myself. In the end, I even thought that maybe I myself had thrown money here and there.
Then the other one became more confident and showed the other money in his hand. The portrait of my Genghis Khan looked at me until it was clear. Don’t worry, my son, his grandfather saw this bad character.
When you ask what to do, it’s like what the teacher says. Like the ASA champion who won in sumo wrestling, I immediately grabbed the money from his hand and pocketed it saying, “My money is different from yours with this Mongolian money.”
After I became a Mongolian, no matter how much the exchange rate fell, the one thousand MNT which I keep in my wallet wherever I go because it is MNT with the portrait of my king and the coat of arms of my country, revealed the black xylgai who had taken my life. He unknowingly took my Mongolian money, which was among a lot of money, so he got in trouble and the police came to the place and took away my xylgai…
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