When people imagine becoming rich, the scene in their head is always the same.
A Lamborghini. A big villa. A private jet. Designer clothes.
When I was 20, I thought the exact same thing.
“If I ever make real money, the first thing I’ll buy is that car.”
Then I started meeting people who actually make serious money.
And something felt… strange.
The guy is making millions a month, yet he’s wearing a Zara T-shirt.
His phone is two generations old.
His car exists, but nothing flashy.
His Instagram is either private or completely empty.
At first I didn’t understand it.
I thought maybe he was cheap.