A friend told me about a person yesterday, and I have a pretty strong impression of him.

This guy recognized a wealthy brother, and he flattered him to the point of claiming the sky’s the limit.
It seems like no matter how big the matter was, in front of his “good brother,” it was just a matter of one sentence.
Later, his good brother went abroad. After kneeling and flattering him for so long, he only got some luxury-brand clothes that his brother didn’t want anymore.
In the end, the whole wardrobe sold for a few hundred thousand, roughly—maybe that kind of range.
But in those two years, he sent his good brother at least seventy or eighty gifts.
My friend even said, “No way, right? It feels like that older guy is really capable—how could he not give the younger guy some benefits?”
I said that a lot of rich people only treat people who are on the same level as them like human beings. No matter what kind of “younger brother or younger sister” they recognize, they see them like little cats and dogs—if they feel like it, they reward them with something to eat and amuse themselves with them. Once real interests are involved, it’s all business, and you can forget about it—you can’t get anything just by wishing and thinking.