On the day when the real young master from a rich family came back from exile, the whole family celebrated the fake young master's birthday.
I was arranged to live in the basement and listened to bursts of laughter from upstairs.
Until the global rich list was suddenly updated - the top photo was actually a snapshot of me eating instant noodles in the basement.
The family group exploded: "Is that instant noodle guy... The trash we just found?"
I slowly put down my fork and answered the emergency call from the multinational consortium: "Acquisition? Wait until I finish this game."
