My wife from a flash marriage looked down on me, thought I was poor, and forced me to sign a divorce agreement every day. He doesn't know that the lottery ticket I bought can win 100 million, and the students in the tutoring class I run are all the children of business giants. Until one day, the richest man and the world's top executives blocked my door, bowed 90 degrees and called me "Mr. Gu". She collapsed on the spot: "Aren't you a food delivery person?" I tore up the divorce agreement with a smile: "Congratulations, you successfully kept Mrs. Gu's position."
