The Poorest Rich Man 소설 & 이야기

The people, who were mostly farmers, owners of small lands, and small businesses, were amazed by this information. “Yeah, I'm so rich that, modesty aside, I'm considered one of the richest men in the entire world,” Jensen shrugged, looking at those people as if they were nothing but ants. “So if I want you to leave this shitty town, you will leave even if you don’t want to.”

I just collapsed on the bed. “Who knew the rich also had issues?” Kai lay down beside me. “We are not different from poor folks, just with money.” I hugged him. “Scratch that — way worse. Laced with fake smiles and personalities while they commit the worst crimes known to mankind.” With those final words I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and his fingers in my hair.

I, on the other hand, turn to walk away wearing my worn down shoes that look older than me. As I dump my empty coffee cup into the bin, I listen to the sounds from Main Street. They drift down the dark alleyways to the forgotten backstreets I live on. The sounds are adrenaline pumping, dance-worthy beats that suggest the kind of life the more wealthy live. The poor demographic in this Pack is low, with every one person living in poverty, there are five wealthy. I just happen to be one of the few who don't have enough money to survive. I make it to my small apartment by the time the sun falls. It's a modest little thing I bought with the funds from father's death. The moment I am rich enough,

“People are ruined by challenged economic lives. But they are ruined by wealth as well because they lose their pride and they lose their sense of self-worth. It’s difficult at both ends of the spectrum.” - Malcolm Gladwell This quote opens our eyes about the sad reality How hard it is for the poor to live in this cruel world Where they are treated like animals by the rich. Is it offensive that most of the time, the rich are the villains? Or is it really just how it is in our universe?

He began softly, witch his face turned away from me and I felt my head falling back in disappointment. However, he was yet to finish. "Being rich gives you the power to get away with anything, without any accountability. No one bats an eye if the rich does something wrong—But being poor means you've already lost." He continued seriously and I could only watch him unblinking for a moment, in attempts to internalise his words; only to blink and look away with an exhausted sigh. "Right—and since you are already very rich, then going by this logic you should be ecstatic and jumping up and down in happiness—" I turned to him with a roll of eyes but didn't expect to catch the staggered look on his

said Rion. Eric lowered his head, and Rion knew how disappointed Eric was. Because of the poverty that has captured them since childhood, all this time, thinking of becoming rich by dominating Goldwin's legacy is the hope that keeps them going even in the most difficult parts. But after experiencing it for himself, Rion realized that not everyone could become rich, especially suddenly. This world was cruel, and poor people like him, who turned into billionaires overnight, would only become easy targets for bad people.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

But Opula interrupted him, “Yes I am happily married , but history has it that you are my ex-boyfriend . You once dated me. We have something in common.” “We have nothing in common!” Rod rebuked her with yelling and started advancing to her, “Does your history also have it that you broke up with me because I was poor. You broke up with me because my father had nothing. You were the billionaire’s daughter and I was the poor man’s son. Now you are feigning familiarity and even sharing a bed with me because my father is James Benson , the richest man in New York.” “no, I never did it on purpose…” Opula protested.

She questioned, her eyes widened in astonishment. "Yeah, he said something along that line. What's the fuss all about?" I asked, incurious about the whole thing. I didn't just get it; what was special about him? "You don't know him, do you? Of course, you don't. If you did, you wouldn't be trashing his name now. Ally, he's like the second richest man in the world, or possibly the first." I couldn't believe what Hailey said. I knew he was rich, but I didn't know he was that rich. He could buy my whole generation, starting from my useless uncles and deadbeat cousins scattered all across the globe.

I used the money to pay the surgery fee I still owed. The scar on my chest burned. My favorite brother had ever imagined. The so-called kind-hearted person was me, that greedy and fearful sister in his heart.