At 9:30 A.M.

A young man was sitting on the footpath, with a couple of bags on the side, his countenance growing duller than the old donkey statue behind him. By this hour, most people would have had their breakfast and would be busy with their daily work, but he had nothing to do right now. He didn’t even have the money to buy breakfast.

And he never begged anyone for money, either.

All he had was his degree certificates, and they felt both priceless and worthless at the same time. After all,