Two people meet in the middle of the market with fertilized grain.
Coincidentally, they both reached the point where they wanted to sell, and one of the other.
"What is your race?" He asked. "Wheat! What about you?" "It's my wheat." "So how much do you plan to sell for one measure?"
“Eight Birr” When the inquirer heard this, he left and sat alone.
“Wheat for 8 Birr … Best Wheat for 8 Birr” he was able to turn the tide of chaos on him.
An old photographer who saw this approached a businessman who had lost his buyer …
“While the two of you are wheat … you weigh the price equal to eight birr. Why did you lose the buyer?”
The merchant ..
“Because he screamed and I kept quiet!”
“If you come to sell, why don’t you shout?”
“I did not shout because my shout disturbed the other! Look, all the merchants are covered by his disturbance! The buyers are the losers!”
“Is this person a new trader?” He asked.
“Like that … the whole market seems to belong to him.”
“Then you’re going to lose!”
“No! It’s screaming fast.”
When he finishes, my friends and I will just sell for the peace of the market! ”Let’s go back to work.
He ends up being that way.