A few short stories of successful people are enough

1. The virtue of cherishing money (Li Ka-shing)

Li Ka-shing once came out of the hotel and when he was about to get in the car, he dropped a coin on the ground, and the coin rumbled towards him. When it rolled down the gutter, he bent down to pick it up. Seeing this, an Indian security guard next to him immediately came over to help him pick it up and then handed it to his hand. After Li Ka-shing put the coin in his pocket, he took it out of his wallet. He took out 100 Hong Kong dollars and handed it to the security guard as a reward.

Spending 100 Hong Kong dollars for one dollar is not cost-effective from any point of view. Someone asked Li Ka-shing about this matter. Explanation: "If I don't pick up the coin, it will disappear from the world. If I give the security guard 100 yuan, he can use it for consumption. I think the money can be used, but it cannot be wasted."

Cherishing wealth is a quality, a kind of cultivation, and a kind of moral character. I remember when we were young, our parents taught us: cherish clothes so that you can wear them, and cherish money with money to use. So frugality is a virtue, and this is probably the truth.

2. The story of Zhou Enlai as a child

After the rooster crows three times, the sound of reading comes from the Zhou family garden: "It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the weeds." Go down to the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of food on the plate is hard work." As he read and read, Zhou Enlai quickly memorized this poem by heart, but he always felt that he did not fully understand the artistic conception of the poem: How many grains does each grain have? How hard is it?

The next day, Zhou Enlai came to Chiang’s mother’s house to play. While eating, he looked at the white rice and asked impatiently: “Mother Chiang, where did this rice come from? What?"

Mother Jiang liked Zhou Enlai's inquisitive spirit very much, so she told him with a smile: "Rice is made from pounded rice. Rice has a hard yellow shell all over its body. It goes through seed soaking throughout its life. Germination, field cultivation, transplanting and weeding, fertilization and management, disease and insect control, harvesting and threshing, all the way to pounding into rice."

"Ah, it is not easy to eat this bowl of rice! "Zhou Enlai said in surprise.

"Yes, there are more than ten passes, and I don't know how many farmers will be exhausted. This fragrant rice is watered by the farmers with their blood and sweat." Jiang His mother said with deep feeling.

Mother Jiang’s profound teachings not only deepened Zhou Enlai’s understanding of poetry, but also inspired him to study diligently. In order to pass the test of learning Chinese characters well, he not only carefully completed the tasks assigned by the teacher, but also encouraged him to study diligently. In addition to homework, he also insisted on practicing a hundred Chinese characters every day.

One day, Zhou Enlai followed Chen’s mother to a relative’s house far away. It was already late at night when he came back. The journey was tiring and the young child Enlai was exhausted, yawning nonstop, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, but he still insisted on finishing practicing one hundred big characters before resting. Seeing this, Mrs. Chen felt distressed and advised: "Let's write again tomorrow!"

"No, mom, what happened today will happen tomorrow!" Zhou Enlai convinced Chen's mother, and quickly

buried his head in a basin of cold water, driving away the sleepyheads and clearing his head. More.

As soon as she finished writing a hundred words, Chen’s mother snatched Enlai’s pen and said, “That’s enough now, go to sleep!”

“No! "Zhou Enlai carefully read the one hundred big characters with the ink still wet, frowned and said seriously: "Mother Chen, you see these two characters are written crookedly."

As he spoke, Zhou Enlai's white and tender hands I took up my pen again and wrote those two words three more times until I was satisfied.