Not one more, not one less, exactly a thousand.
But when Flossie Wright suddenly stopped, the others were even more baffled. They were winning, there was potential for a large profit if they kept going, why would she suddenly stop?
"Hey, you're leaving now?"
"Is there a trick to this?"
"Miss, are you interested in cooperating? I'll provide the money, you provide the skill and we split the profits fifty-fifty."
...
Flossie, who had completed her task and planned to leave, was just about to leave with the little boy when the crowd surged forward, unwilling to let her go. With dollar signs in their eyes, they viewed her as a cash cow. They all tried to win her over, even just to glean some of her strategy.
Having finally seen a pro, who would just let her walk away?
And with the sudden crowd gathering, the little boy was squeezed until he had no room to stand. If it weren't for Flossie holding him, he would definitely have been pushed to the edge of the crowd.
"Make way."
