The Story of The Evil Billionaire

[Moutushi]

The Evil Billionaire

 

Riley wasn’t just broke. Riley was angry.

Every time they scrolled through their phone, they saw more evidence of how unfair the world was. Billionaires flaunting their wealth—yachts, mansions, private islands. Meanwhile, Riley lived in a tiny apartment with secondhand furniture and a fridge that was half-empty most of the time. It wasn’t fair.

“They have too much. That’s why I have so little,” Riley would tell anyone who would listen. “If billionaires didn’t hoard all the wealth, the rest of us wouldn’t have to struggle.”

Riley spent their days obsessing over it. Posting online, calling for “wealth redistribution,” tearing down anyone who defended the rich. It wasn’t enough to dislike billionaires—Riley needed everyone else to hate them too.

A Lesson in Wealth

One day, while waiting for the bus, Riley saw a businessman in a sharp suit step out of a high-end car. A Bentley. Pure excess. Probably another selfish billionaire.

The businessman reached into his pocket, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and handed it to a homeless man sitting nearby.

Riley’s blood boiled. Why should one person be able to throw around money like that while others had nothing?

So, Riley marched over. “That’s not enough, you know. If people like you weren’t hoarding all the wealth, he wouldn’t need your pity money in the first place.”

The businessman raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Riley crossed their arms. “You people take and take. You don’t deserve what you have.”

The businessman smiled. “Tell me something—how much money have you given away today?”

Riley scoffed. “I can’t afford to give anything. That’s the point.”

The businessman nodded. “I see. So, I give because I can, and you don’t because you can’t. But tell me—have you ever tried to create something? Build something? Offer anything of value?”

Riley hesitated. “I work hard. I—”

“No, I didn’t ask if you worked hard,” the businessman interrupted. “I asked if you’ve created anything. A business? A product? A service? Have you ever done something that made other people’s lives better?”

Riley felt their stomach tighten. “That’s not the point. The system is rigged. The rich get richer because—”

“I grew up in a trailer park,” the businessman said, cutting Riley off. “Single mother, no college degree. I started a business fixing computers when I was seventeen. At first, I barely made enough to eat. But I got better. I helped more people. I built something, and eventually, it paid off.” He gestured toward his Bentley. “This didn’t come from ‘hoarding’—it came from creating value that others were willing to pay for.”

Riley scowled. “You got lucky.”

“Maybe,” the businessman said. “But funny thing about luck—it seems to show up more often when you’re actually working toward something.”

With that, he walked away.

The Shift in Thinking

Riley stood there, fists clenched.

But as much as they wanted to dismiss everything the businessman had said, the words lingered.

Riley had spent years believing that their financial struggles were caused by other people hoarding too much. But if that were true… why were so many lottery winners broke within a few years? Why did so many people inherit wealth only to lose it? And why were some of the wealthiest people in the world self-made?

For the first time, Riley asked a terrifying question:

What if wealth wasn’t about how much someone took… but about how much they created?

Riley had spent their whole life waiting for someone else to fix things. Waiting for billionaires to redistribute their money. Waiting for the government to level the playing field. Waiting for something to change so they could finally get ahead.

But the businessman hadn’t waited. He had built something.

That night, Riley sat in their apartment, staring at the blank screen of their laptop. They had always thought money was finite—that if someone had more, someone else had to have less. But what if that wasn’t true? What if money, opportunities, success… were all things that could be created?

And if that was true, then the only thing keeping Riley in lack… was Riley’s own thinking.

The Power of Creation

Over the next few months, Riley made a radical change.

They stopped posting about how unfair the world was. They stopped blaming billionaires for their problems. Instead, they started learning. They started creating. They looked for ways to bring value to others—not just complain about what others had.

And something strange happened. Opportunities started showing up. Not because billionaires suddenly decided to be “less greedy,” but because Riley had changed their mindset from one of lack to one of creation.

One day, Riley found themselves in a coffee shop, standing behind an old man searching his pockets with shaky hands.

Riley smiled and pulled out their wallet.

“I’ve got it.”

And for the first time, they understood: wealth isn’t taken. It’s created.

[Apparition of Jack]

That billionaire’s name? Albert Einstein.

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1 hour ago, Apparition of Jack said:

That billionaire’s name? Albert Einstein.

Reminds me of