It is said that a very important businessman started his days in a small city.
And from that time a curious anecdote has reached us.
It is said that when this man was young, one day he bought a donkey from an old peasant for a hundred coins, but three days later, when he went to pick it up ...
"Hello, peasant, I have come to pick up the donkey that I bought you."
"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that the poor donkey died this very night, he was already very old and that's why I left it so cheap."
"Well, then in that case give me back my money."
"I can't, because I've worn it and I don't have it anymore."
The young man thought that he had been the victim of a scam and that the donkey was probably already dead when he sold it to him, even so he tried to take advantage of it.
"Well then, give me the donkey."
"But he is dead."
"Yes, I know, but either you give me the money back or you give me the donkey."
"Okay," the peasant finally agreed, "and out of curiosity, what do you plan to do with him?"
"I thought I'm going to raffle it."
-Than? Are you crazy? You can't raffle a dead donkey.
"Well, you have been able to sell it to me, haven't you?"
The peasant fell silent and went for the donkey to give it to that strange boy.
After several weeks, the young man and the peasant met again in the market.
"In the end, what did you do with that donkey, boy?" Asked the peasant.
"Well, like I told you, I raffled it." I sold a thousand ballots for a coin. In total I won 999 coins.
"Well, you got ten times more than what I charged you, and for a dead donkey, but nobody complained?"
"Well, actually only the winner complained, but I gave him his coin back."