Claro El Rico Humillando Al Pobre Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was no reason for him to hold a feud against her. “Hehehe! You’ve also learned how to sweet-talk. To be honest, you should be more pragmatic and honest. Don’t learn to say these things like other people do. Moreover, even when you compliment me, I don’t feel like it’s a compliment when it is coming from your mouth!” Montana insulted him directly. If someone rich praised you, that meant that you were impressive, but when a poor person praised you, you would not feel any sense of accomplishment at all.

You have the money and can buy them and use their relative poverty to make them accept the pain you inflict, but still think it a game, a pantomime even. ‘It’s the way of the world. The rich hold the aces in life’s game of poker. If you aren’t rich, then you will have to cheat to get some aces. I pay to hurt people. In the days of absolute monarchs and nobility, no one got paid. They were only abused – peasants were grateful to be raped by the boss. Perhaps, they thought it brought them nearer to God. We have moved on. Instead of being so fucking holy, Dee, you should consider distance travelled. Then you will find I’m not so bad, after all.’

I am starting to think that the state of lunacy that his wife put herself in has slowly begun to infect him as well. “The world isn't a bed of roses for the less privileged, Bernard, that's why the rich like me and sadly like you too oppress them over and over again until they decide to take a stand and eventually turn their lives around for good. Make no mistakes to think that they wouldn't get back on another less privileged when they climb up the ladder of success. That is the full circle moment for them or you can even call it an, I made it moment for them. It's rather too late for you now to play the poor folks’ messiah, don't you think?”. I asked him as I looked him straight in the eye

“You’re lying! You pushed me! You—” Claudia cuts me off with a gasp and blinking tears. “Is this how you repay me for helping you?” Her voice trembles, crafted perfectly. “Now I understand why they say never help the poor. They always bite back. Because no matter what you do for them or try to help them, they’ll never be satisfied.” “No—no, that’s not what happened—”

She scoffs, looking pleased with her cliché of an insult. I raise my brows and giggle, dropping my hands at my sides. “Seriously, is that the best you’ve got?” I titter, shaking my head unimpressed. “With all that money you have, one would think that you would be a pro at insults. I mean, isn’t this what all of you rich women do anyway? Sit on your thrones, sipping on expensive wine as you peel layers off innocent people’s lives away like an onion, degrading them just to make yourself feel superior?”

Henry looked at him. "Uncle, have you heard the saying 'a promise to the poor and a debt to the rich, no one escapes,' because it's the worst thing in the world? In this case, it's the same if both the poor and rich person is Clara - owing or promising her something is a debt that'll be collected until death," Enzo laughed heartily. "But I don't owe you anything, Clara," Henry replied, confused. "But you promised, Henry! And I haven't seen any results yet," Clara complained.

"Come on..." She pulled William to the side of the bed and said earnestly, "It's not shameful that he doesn't have money. We won't steal or rob him. No one will laugh at us. But if he doesn't have money and likes to brag, then that's a bit of a joke." A poor man was a poor man. No matter how arrogant he was, he was still a poor man. He was not only lying to others, but also to himself. You're a poor wretch. I've never looked down on you. No matter if you're rich or not, as long as we're together, we'll be happy. Isn't that more important than anything else?

He yelled liked a kid throwing tantrums and get some bread. Ah, so they hey also eat things like these, I thought they only eat delicious foods. As time goes on, I notice that almost all of us are losing the huge gap or difference. I'm starting to realize things. No matter how rich you are, you still have no difference from everyone since you're human. You just have money and that's what makes you think you're different but you're not. Money just give you the false idea of ​​judging paupers and becoming one of those who are greedy for more.

Families were broken, and fathers and husbands were robbed from their children and wives. “Hehe.” Noir finished another pint of beer. He scoffed and said, “Euphemistically speaking, the rich people are here to make the economy thrive; in real terms, they are just blood-sucking leeches plundering and oppressing the weak. Most of them grew in size through illegal means, and only then did they switch to the good sides.” He got so angry in the end that he did not want to continue the topic. “Andy, what should I do with the money?”

There is always a saying that states the richest man barely uses his money because he does not find any use to flaunt his wealth and that is how he stays rich; while the poorest man would use what little he has to portray himself as rich while he stays poor because he does not save. I have also seen those memes where there would be pictures of rich celebrities dresses in cheap clothes while the poor people are dressed in the most expensive clothes you could find. Below the pictures would be a question asking for the reader to pick out the rich person from the poor person. The rich person in the picture would usually be someone who is known among the masses while the poor person would usually