Years later, your son drives a Bentley to high school, practices golf and horseback riding every day to attract girls, the mistress says she likes you as a person and doesn't need you to divorce, on a 40-degree day your villa is as cool as at 20 degrees, your father-in-law smiles every time he sees you, drinking Feitian Moutai at breakfast, standing on the balcony watching the gardeners clean the estate, lost in thought while smoking. Friends envyingly ask you how you achieved all this, you smile wryly and shake your head, looking at the little $Linea left in your hand, thinking how nice it would have been if you hadn't been so eager to sell back then.