Elliott, a Mayor from a small town paid a visit to his old friend, Lance, who had become a reputable Mayor in Lancashire.

“Wow, what is the secret of your success?”, asked Mr. Elliott, amazed at his friend’s grand house, complete with maids and a sour looking butler.

Pointing out to the window that revealed a view of the town’s half constructed bridge, and said, “You see that bridge?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

His friend smiled, then meaningfully answered, “20 percents.”

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Six months later, Mayor Lance received a letter inviting him to Elliott’s house for a dinner.

Intrigued, he visited his friend and was beyond shock to find a Porsche parked over a house even more luxurious than his.

During dinner, Lance couldn’t keep his curiosity any longer and asked, “So, pray tell, my friend, how do you manage to get this much wealth?”

Elliott put down his napkin and pointing over to the window overlooking an empty barren land, he asked, “You see that bridge?”

“What bridge?”, Lance answered, confused as ever.

Elliott smiled. He said, “100 percents.”

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I love this joke. Never gets old