I, the God of Wealth, descended to earth and experienced calamity, and ended up losing my memory.
As soon as I opened my eyes, a poor man squatted in front of me and gave me half a bowl of rice: "Eat, don't be hungry." At this moment, I relied on him.
He thinks I am edible and annoying, but I still stick to him.
I sewed up his broken wallet and he scolded me for being nosy, but he turned around and kept it for the rest of his life.
He thought he was lucky - he picked up money, got a raise, and won a lottery. Hey, that was all my doing. I am the God of Wealth, and those I protect will find it difficult to be poor.
Later I remembered who I was, and the people from Heaven were kneeling on the ground, waiting for me to go back. He pushed me away with red eyes: "I'm a poor guy, I'm not worthy of you." I, the God of Wealth, let him buy me half a bowl of rice. No matter how you calculate it, he made a lot of money.
Yes, it will take a lifetime to pay it back.
I went to beg the Jade Emperor to let me go down to earth, but all the gods and Buddhas in the sky said I was crazy. Just be crazy. I haven't had enough of his pot of braised pork.
Purpose: Real wealth lies not in meeting the God of Wealth, but in having someone willing to accompany you through hard times.