On New Year’s Eve, I received a billion in year-end bonuses.
After three months unemployed and living on instant noodles, I got rich overnight.
My private jet landed right at the village entrance, leaving all my snobbish relatives dumbfounded.
I bought my parents a house and fixed the roads, but turned down every request to leech off me.
My former company begged me to come back? I laughed and bought the place.
My old flame came back, and a kindhearted girl stayed by my side. I chose the one who had shared instant noodles with me.
This billion wasn’t just money. It was the beginning of reclaiming my dignity, protecting my loved ones, and seeing people for who they really are.
