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My friend Nick told me story about his experience back in the US, that is very interesting. One day he was having a yard sale and the old man living next door come by to help. As the old man looked over the things on the yard that was to be sold, he stopped at a box of golden balls for Christmas trees. On the box was a card say: ¡°25 cents each.¡± ¡°You will never sell these for that much£¬¡± he told Nick. Convincing, Nick has brought the price up to 10 cents a piece. Without a moment¡¯s delay, my neighbor picked up the box but announced: ¡°I will take them.¡±