People without money like me are definitely unfortunate, but people with money like Jack Ma are not necessarily happy either.
Yesterday, a rich friend asked me to accompany him to burn incense and ask the Bodhisattva to protect him and prevent anything from happening. He was afraid that his money would not be spent before he died. I finally found an excuse for not working hard to move bricks.
I often ask this rich friend to borrow money, but his answer is always the same: I will never let money hurt you. I said you were hurting me by not lending me money. He was anxious and threw a car remote control over. This one he just bought is awesome and you can use it as you like.
Giving me a bicycle is almost the same, because I believe some female compatriots would rather laugh on the back seat of a bicycle than cry in a luxury car. Besides, I can’t even afford fire-proof clothing. How dare I use this car?
Friends’ cars are reserved for his girlfriends. In the past, he wanted to save money so he only gave others bicycles, but those girlfriends took away a lot of his property. Later, after burning incense for the Nth time in a certain temple, I received enlightenment from an eminent monk before switching to a car. The eminent monk also quietly told him that the temple was in charge of the memorial tablets.
Poor people have their own troubles, and rich people have their own troubles. But my rich friend doesn’t believe it. He often asks me: “You don’t even remember what money looks like. What worries can you have?”
Alas, things often go wrong as you wish, but it’s the same as talking about it. I'd better take a shower and go to bed.
