Strange thought for a moment, then asked, "Where is that place?"
Christine searched the website for a moment, then said, "The New York address is 175 Fifth Avenue on Manhattan Island. It's on 23rd Street, in a triangular block where Broadway and Fifth Avenue intersect, with the pointed end facing south toward Madison Square."
Strange stood up and looked at the spacious flat beneath his feet, located in the heart of the bustling city. Then he said, "Christine, help me sell this apartment."
Christine fell silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "All right. But if you want to liquidate it quickly, the price will be much lower."
Strange continued, "I'll find a way to raise more money, but how do I get those so-called gold coins?"
Christine shook her head. "I don't know how to get them either. But after all these years as a top doctor, maybe you can try using your connections."
"After all, among the patients you've treated, there are some with special backgrounds."
Strange nodded. Perhaps this was his last hope.
Christine then took out red wine and cheese, saying, "It's raining hard outside. Maybe we should eat something before we start working."
Strange accepted Christine's suggestion. As it happened, he was a little hungry too.
The next day.
Christine left early in the morning and headed to a real estate agency to help Strange deal with his property. Fortunately, a spacious flat in central New York could be said to be worth a great deal.
Strange, meanwhile, began his own fundraising journey. First, he calculated how much money he could gather from his credit cards. Next, he contacted the bank to see how much he could borrow. Then he started asking his friends and colleagues for loans.
After going through all of