The Prospect
My friend wasn’t as rich as he is now. He announced he wanted to get married, but he barely got any proposals. So he sold all his belongings and joined a merchant caravan. After he came back, decked in silk, servants carrying jade into his house, he received two proposals a day. I was with him when he asked the father of one of the prospective brides why he had waited to propose his daughter. The father was quite an old man, and having no more use for eloquence told him, “Food is bought with money, dumbass.”
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