"It's so infuriating! Just because I'm poor, does that mean I've eaten their rice!?"
Inside the Yinji Tea Stall on Damen Stone Street, a young man gripped the newspaper so tightly that the veins on his hands bulged. His companion beside him advised, "Oh, come on. He wasn't targeting you. Besides, what the newspaper said was true..."
"How is it true!?"
"Children from wealthy families really are stronger than those of us from ordinary families." His companion sighed. "When we were playing in the mud, they were already studying under renowned teachers. When we were fumbling our way through battle techniques, they had martial officers guiding their training. When we were running around just to put three meals on the table, they might already have started taking over the family business. We can only eat steamed corn buns, while their three meals a day consist of delicacies..."
"There was one thing that this 'Young Master Wu' said in his rebuttal that I strongly agree with: if life is a race, many of us have already lost at the starting line."
"Although what he said about ordinary people like us being born to accept the leadership of those children of officials was rather unpleasant, it's actually a fact..."
"But that's wrong!" The young man slammed the table and said through gritted teeth, "Those rich people just made their fortunes a few years earlier. What ability does a young master born into a wealthy merchant family have? Aside from being born with a golden spoon in his mouth, doesn't he have two eyes and one mouth just like us? We work hard to survive too, so what gives them the right to say they're more useful than us!?"
"Did you read the third story in this week's 'Bizarre Anecdotes'? In ancient times,