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EVERY DAWN, a tycoon stood on his marble terrace, surveying the empire he had forged—factories humming, contracts signed, and a fleet of buses roaring across the city. His world overflowed with wealth, yet his mind was chained by endless disputes, demands, and worries.

Beneath that same terrace, a ragged man strummed a battered guitar under a tree. No riches, no employees, no responsibilities—only cheap liquor, carefree songs, and laughter that echoed like freedom itself.

The tycoon often wondered: “I, with all my fortune, rarely taste peace. Yet he, with nothing, lives like a king. Is happiness found in riches—or in the simplicity of a life unburdened?”

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