"What's wrong, young friend?" The train conductor, looking at the young boy who hesitated to stop him with a wallet in his hand, couldn't help but ask.
"Uncle policeman, it's good to return lost money that you find, isn't it?" The boy, slightly timid, looked up at the train conductor, who nodded without hesitation.
"Of course."
"I found this wallet, but, but..." The boy furrowed his brow as if he were hesitating about something and handed the wallet over to the train conductor.
"But what?" The train conductor took the wallet, opened it, and his face changed color at the sight of the cash inside—tens of thousands?
"But I saw the person who dropped the wallet, and I don't know if I should return it to him." The boy seemed to make up his mind and said loudly.
"Why?" The train conductor frowned. "Aren't you supposed to return something you found to its owner? Do you want to keep it for yourself, young friend?"
