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TASH AW
Five Star Billionaire
A Novel
For Aw Tee Min and Yap Chee Chun
Suppose one can live without outside pressure, suppose one can create one’s own inner tension – then it is not true that there is nothing in man.
CZESŁAW MIŁOSZ, The Captive Mind Table of Contents
Foreword: How to be a Billionaire
2. Choose the Right Moment to Launch Yourself
3. Bravely Set the World on Fire
4. Forget the Past, Look Only to the Future
6. Perform All Obligations and Duties with Joy
7. Calmly Negotiate Difficult Situations
8. Always Rebound After Each Failure
9. Pursue Gains, Forget Righteousness
10. Never Lapse into Despair or Apathy
11. Inquire Deeply into Every Problem
12. Work with a Soulmate, Someone Who Understands You
13. Luxuriate in Serendipitous Events
14. Even Beautiful Things Will Fade
15. A Strong Fighting Spirit Swallows Mountains and Rivers
16. Beware of Storms Arising from Clear Skies
17. Cultivate an Urbane, Humorous Personality
18. Be Prepared to Sacrifice Everything
19. There Can Be No Turning Back
20. Anticipate Danger in Times of Peace
21. Adopt Others’ Thoughts as Though They Were Your Own
22. Boundaries Change with the Passing of Time
23. Nothing Remains Good or Bad Forever
24. Embrace Your Bright Future
25. Know When to Cut Your Losses
26. Strive to Understand the Big Picture
27. Nothing in Life Lasts Forever
28. Travel Far, Keep Searching
Foreword: How to be a Billionaire
Some time ago – I forget exactly when – I decided that I would one day be very rich. By this I mean not just comfortably well off but superabundantly, incalculably wealthy, the way only children imagine wealth to be. Indeed, nowadays, whenever I am pressed to pinpoint the time in my life when these notions of great fortune formed in my head, I always answer that it must have been sometime in my adolescence, when I was conscious of the price of life’s treasures but not yet fully aware of their many limitations, for there has always been something inherently childlike in my pursuit of money – that much I admit. When I was growing up in rural Malaysia, one of my favourite TV programmes was a drama series set in a legal practice somewhere in America. All the details – the actors, the plots, the setting – are lost to me now, blurred not just by the passage of time but by a haze of bad subtitles and interrupted transmissions (the power generator and the aerial took it in turns to malfunction with crushing predictability, though in those days it seemed perfectly normal). I am not certain I could tell you what happened in a single episode of that soap opera, and besides, I did not care for the artificial little conflicts that took place all the time, the emotional ups and downs, men and women crying because they were falling in love, or out of love; the arguing, making up, making love, etc. I had a sensation that they were wasting time, that their days and nights could have been spent more profitably; I think I probably felt some degree of frustration at this. But even these are fleeting impressions, and the only thing I really remember is the opening sequence, a sweeping panorama of metal-and-glass skyscrapers glinting in the sun, people in sharp suits carrying briefcases as they vanished into revolving doors, the endless rush of traffic on sunlit freeways. And every time I sat down in front of the TV I would think: One day, I will own a building like that, a whole tower block filled with industrious,
