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One day I was shopping at a gift shop in Shanghai. I was greatly interested and lost myself enjoying the beautiful handcrafts. After I paid for a set of combs made of pure tortoiseshell, I left my handbag on the counter. There was about nine hundred dollars in it. I had already walked out of the shop when a young shop assistant came up with my handbag. He insisted on my checking it, and so I opened it and found nothing lost. I thanked him and offered him a reward of 100 dollars, but he refused to take anything. I was deeply moved by his selfless spirit. |