I got a contract

I got a contract. The terms were so favourable to me that I began to pinch myself on the cheeks to be sure it was not a dream. So, last year, we got this contract with a local government in Nigeria, which was bungled and rejected. We had sunk a lot of money into it, and in order to recover just a bit of the funds, I asked that the project be dismantled, and all the things that could be salvaged from it should be kept in the warehouse. After the project, I sacked a lot of staff members in order to reduce the weight of the debt on me. That project was given to us to build a vital hospital asset and digital center in one of the biggest projects funded as part of a constituency project. Anyway, it was a major loss, but somehow we survived. Just last month, a friend of mine reached out to me from one of the northern states and asked me to give him the contact information of one of our suppliers who is based abroad. I asked him what he needed, and he mentioned it. I asked him what he wanted to pay for it, and he gave me the amount in dollars. I started laughing. I had all this equipment in the store from the botched project, and I had been praying for how to offload it for cheap. He came to Lagos to pick them up, my team worked with his to install them, and he paid a premium price for the equipment and also paid us for our services. Brother Gbenga, I made a 200% profit on both the materials, equipment, and professional service charges. From the brink of bankruptcy, my business is alive again. Praise God!