When my dad passed away, he left two things to my sister and me.
One is a dilapidated house that has been leaking for 20 years, and the other is a large bookstore with ten years of lease left.
My sister chose the bookstore without hesitation and left the small shabby room to me.
Later, when the dilapidated house was demolished, I distributed 10 million, bought several houses one after another, and opened a coffee shop and a restaurant.
My sister's bookstore was also about to be demolished, but the landlord urged her to move. However, there were too many books in the bookstore, so my sister had to sell the books at a 100% discount. Within a few years, she ran out of money.
Later, we went to attend a relative's wedding together.
Seeing that the gap between us was getting bigger and bigger, she angrily grabbed the steering wheel from my hand, and we both fell under the bridge and drowned.
Later, he was reborn to the day when his father died.
This time my sister chose a dilapidated house without hesitation.
She was very proud.
"Sister, it's my turn to enjoy this incredible wealth, right?"
I laughed.
Sister, do you think that a happy life will come with that overwhelming wealth?
