Summary
Both my Childhood Friend and the Rich Second Generation were pursuing me, and I chose the Rich Second Generation.
My Childhood Friend was angry: “Don’t look down on a poor youth. One day, I’ll make you regret it.”
Six years later, my Childhood Friend drove a luxury car, accompanied by a beautiful woman.
He happened to run into me selling grilled sausages by the roadside.
He teased, “Since we’re acquaintances, buy a couple more, won’t you?”