“How much you think is in there?” Lily whispered.
Daniel shrugged. “Hard to say.”
The bidding started low.
“Fifty bucks!”
“Seventy-five!”
It stalled at $125.
Daniel’s brain calculated rapidly.
Even if it was just loose change, there had to be more than that.
He swallowed.
“One-fifty.”
Heads turned.
“Two hundred.”
Daniel hesitated.
Two hundred dollars was half his grocery budget for the month.
But if there was even $1,000 in coins…
“Two-fifty.”
Silence.
The auctioneer scanned the crowd.
“Going once… going twice… sold!”
Just like that, Daniel owned fifty mystery jugs of coins.
Lily squeezed his hand. “We’re rich!”
Daniel laughed nervously. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
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