After years of reading destiny charts, I won’t claim to have any cosmic gift.
But after a few minutes of observing you, I can tell with complete certainty whether you have real wealth fortune — and I won’t be wrong.
Why?
Because years of moving through every social tier and circle have made it crystal clear to me what it actually takes for an ordinary person to make serious money.
It comes down to two things: you have to be ruthless with yourself, and you have to hold genuine reverence for the world.
If you have both of these, and you walk the right path — you’re a born money-maker. Your future wealth is a done deal.
The reason I’ve distilled it to this is simple: over the years, I’ve encountered far too many fragile “refined herbivores.”
You know the type. Most of them graduated from universities with impressive-sounding names. After graduation, they worked at big-name companies, climbed to some minor management role, mixed in the right crowds.
But none of that changed their fundamental nature as herbivores.
For instance, they tend to think very highly of themselves. They hold enormous expectations for their own future — which means they’re no longer willing to try the most grounded, real-world opportunities and businesses.
They’re afraid of exhaustion. Afraid of sweat. Afraid of stench. They refuse to get their hands dirty.
And yet, all those years of university education, all that big-company experience, never actually built in them the real capacity to handle things independently.
Instead, it became the very source of their arrogance and inexplicable self-confidence.
Then, having tasted a few years of white-collar life, they decide they deserve a lifestyle that’s reasonably refined and full of small pleasures.
They imagine their future: a glamorous city, elegant lunches, fragrant coffee and fresh pastries, a clean and tidy apartment, artsy and fashionable weekends…
I’m sorry to say it — but this kind of herbivore is destined to be picked clean from both sides: by consumerism and by their own foolishness.
Because in reality, they’re soft little creatures who have no idea how to plan their lives, choose a partner, connect with noble benefactors (Gui Ren), or command wealth.
Slice through their polished exterior with a scalpel and here’s what you’ll find:
They don’t have that real ruthless edge. They can’t bring themselves to be harsh with their own lives — can’t force themselves into unglamorous places to do dirty, exhausting, thankless work.
Internally, they’re impossibly delicate. They want to get rich, but they’re afraid to lose. All day long they dream of latching onto someone powerful — yet they have no real desire to become strong themselves.
What’s worse: many of them are already in their thirties and forties, and they still haven’t mastered the basic art of being human.
They don’t know how to offer emotional value, or how to show genuine respect and appreciation — fine, that’s one thing.
But when someone gives them a well-meaning word of guidance, they don’t absorb it. Instead, they immediately push back, defending an ego that isn’t worth a dime.
Then the moment they face real resistance — they fold. They don’t dare say a word.
Sound familiar…?
Of course, I’m not saying education is useless. I’m not saying corporate experience is worthless.
What I want you to understand is this: in any era, money has always been buried in the garbage heap — wrapped in filth, grease, and the stench of the gutter.
To make money, you have to make a decision. You have to be willing to come out disheveled and reeking, and accept being scrubbed raw by this turbulent, muddy world.