Back in his workshop, Elias didn't find gold doubloons. Instead, tucked into a false bottom he’d suspected was there, he found a bundle of letters wrapped in oilskin. They were correspondence from a mid-1800s diplomat, detailed accounts of private negotiations that had never made the history books.
He messaged the seller, a guy named "Big Al," and agreed to meet at a gas station—the neutral ground of the digital marketplace. sneaky buy and sell
The local "Buy/Sell/Trade" Facebook group was usually a graveyard of stained sofas and outdated electronics. But for Elias, it was a goldmine of desperation and overlooked treasures. He wasn't a criminal, exactly; he was an "arbitrage specialist." Back in his workshop, Elias didn't find gold doubloons
"Heavy, ain't it?" Al grunted, sliding the chest out of his truck bed. Back in his workshop