By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
People are not distinguished by rank or status.
This kind of talk depends on who says it. If it's a young person fresh into society, speaking righteously to their boss, or to those wealthy colleagues.
Someone in middle age like you might just smile and mock them in your heart.
They are indeed fresh into society, fearless like a calf that does not fear the tiger.
They see the world as far too beautiful, maybe they'll understand when they reach our age.
From the moment of birth, people are already divided into ranks.
To the Chubby Woman, she's just a lowly dishwasher, doing dirty and tiring work every day.
What's there to talk about dignity and pride?
The only thing that makes her happy is looking shiny and bright on her return trips.
Then handing out a lot of money to her little nieces or nephews.
It is exactly because of such dirty and tiring work that countless people like her clamor to do it.
When you live in such an environment, what dignity is there to speak of?