Tell me about the low-key rich people you have met.

Our village is a little too rich. Go home on holiday, rent millions of Mercedes-Benz BMWs, and wear a suit and tie. Every year, their family buys the most firecrackers and keeps playing them. They always like to show off their psychological superiority in front of others, as if no one else knew that he was rich, but our eldest brother next door lost his mother at the age of three and was killed at the age of eight because he was moving stones on the construction site. He didn't graduate from primary school, and he was alone at the age of fourteen, with hundreds of dollars on him. I haven't been home for six years. Many villagers even thought he died in another country because of my inconvenient communication in my early years. Many years later, he went home. People are always so indifferent and elegant, don't talk much, wear ordinary clean clothes and never drive home. Later, a bungalow was built in the new countryside, and his family was still a thatched cottage in his early years. No one can see anything particularly noble. No one knows how he is living outside, but they all ask him how he works outside. What is the salary? He always answers with a smile. Later, a villager spent more than 40 thousand in hospital because of a serious illness. The villager couldn't afford to go out at home, but he didn't hesitate to go out by himself, nor did he declare whether to borrow or send it. The villagers' family said they would pay it back slowly in the future, but he simply said no. Later, many people knew that he was worth more than four million.