Wealth Blinds the Eye

"Damn it! Why are housing prices in New York rising so insanely? The cheapest place costs 2,000 US dollars. How long will I have to work before I can scrape together those 2,000 dollars?

If I still can't buy a house this year, who knows how high prices will rise next year. Is this even a life people can live? Please, God, take those damn capitalists away. This is truly hell for ordinary people!" Inside a café in downtown New York, a smartly dressed office worker complained bitterly.

"All right, Hank. That's the seventh time you've complained today." The café employee set a cup of coffee down for the customer at the next table, then teased the man named Hank with a smile:

"If you ask me, you might as well take all your savings and buy real estate stocks. Scott Real Estate's stock has been rising every day. If you're lucky, making a few hundred dollars won't be a problem."

"I'd love to, Donnie. But don't you think the New York stock market is getting too crazy? As long as it's real estate, the stock goes up. Isn't it obvious that something's wrong?" Hank shook his head, rejecting Donnie's suggestion that he invest in stocks.

"Then let's end this damn topic, Hank. How about we talk about your job?" After finishing the work in his hands, Donnie sat down across from his good friend Hank and suggested it with a smile.

"Oh no, that topic is even worse than today's weather. I hate today's smog, and I hate that damn job and my stingy boss even more." As soon as he brought up his work, Hank seemed to open the floodgates, his mouth running nonstop as he continued to gripe.

America was a thoroughly capitalist country, and the capitalists'