One day, the old man sat down in one of his usual mahagony chair, contemplating on what to do for his life would soon come to an end. He has always wanted people to remember him with smiles on their lips and eyes.
His butler, a man at his late fifties, brought him his usual morning tea and placed it on the table adjacent to him.
"Old master, your tea," the man nodded absentmindedly, not saying a word.
The butler found it strange for his master would usually smile
brightly and also thank him enthusiastically and then proceed to drink the tea.
However, he did none of that. The butler was worried, his master was a good man and nice to him.
"Old master, is there anything the problem?" He asked, looking very concerned.
The old master smiled weakly. "You see, my life would soon come to an end. I have always thought of something to do for the people, and make them remember me. But now, I am old with only wealth. If I just give away my wealth, within ten years of my demise, they would probably forget me.
Undoubtedly, someone else might do the same within those ten years. I want to do something unique." The old man poured out his worries.
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The Wealthy Old Man✓
Short StoryA wealthy old man who wants the villagers to remember him with smiles on their faces, received a clever idea to achieve his goal. He openly pays a certain group of people to laugh at his 'jokes' However.......
