Midas had not noticed that the price had already arrived.
Every day, he still went to Olive Garden as if nothing had happened, greeted his neighbors as usual, and returned home on time for meals.
Everything was perfectly normal, or so he thought.
He was also very careful to control the amount of gold he sold, so no one would notice.
He used different workers every time, too.
Sometimes, he even sold it to knowledgeable tourists visiting the island, claiming his family was struggling and letting it go at a cheap price.
At home, he told his family it was tip money from side jobs repairing equipment for others, gradually using the money to help cover household expenses.
Of course, the simplest thing was to spend the money directly. He replaced all the facilities at Olive Garden and even put a new engine in his beat-up car.
He often took pride in his caution, but that also caused the price to begin piling up...
One day, the Midas family's old dog, Jones, died. The entire family was devastated and grief-stricken.
Jones had been a gift Midas gave his wife when they were still dating, and he had accompanied them through many years.
Jones was exceptionally perceptive. He had even saved Midas's daughter, and before his death, he had stayed by Midas's elderly mother's side.
It could be said that old Jones was an inseparable member of the Midas family.
They even held a simple funeral for Jones and buried him deep within Olive Garden.
During that time, Midas handled everything with care, soothed his family's emotions, and thoughtfully put away all the things in the house connected to Jones.
But one day, as Midas placed Jones's framed photograph into a box, a question suddenly arose in his mind:
"What is