My parents taught me: study hard and go to a university.
I teach my kids: If you go into science, engineering, or a major that makes a lot of money after graduation, go for it. The job market is bleak, and since the last century, learning English or any major with the word “English” has no future.
My parents taught me: don’t go to other people’s parties empty-handed.
I teach my kids: don’t go to any parties. You can text the host 20 minutes before the party starts: “I’m really, really sorry, but I have diarrhea and I can’t go.”
My parents taught me: When looking for a job, you have to show the strength of a new born calf and go directly Ideal unit, talk to the boss, ask for a job.
I teach my children: Rely on LinkedIn and other recruitment websites to find jobs, or directly find relationships and go through the back door. Write a cover letter, attach a CV, and manually enter the same information on the poorly designed and unattractive portal of your favorite company. 20 times a day for two years and you’re sure to get a phone interview before it’s forgotten.
My parents taught me: do n’t put photos online, you will be kidnapped!
I teach children: carefully select thousands of life photos and put them on social platforms, develop your own fan base, attract sponsors that reflect your own characteristics, such as spirits brand Bacardi, and realize your personal value.
My parents taught me: Find true love within a two-mile radius of our house while you’re young.
I teach my kids: move back and forth between New York on the East Coast and Los Angeles on the West Coast while you’re young, date scumbags from coastal areas and dangerous cities, and find the qualities of your ideal partner.
retired life? You’ll only read this kind of stuff under the heading “Abstract Concepts” in a history book.
My parents taught me: Express your gratitude by crafting a cellophane-wrapped gift basket for a friend. Fill the basket with delicious cookies and fragrant tea, with an elegant sugar spoon and a card that says, “Honey, give our friendship some sweetness.”
I teach my children: direct Transfer five dollars.
My parents taught me: Never fall in love with a guy who rides a motorcycle!
I teach my kids: Never fall in love with a funny guy who rides a unicycle! Of course, if he’s smart, that’s another story.
My parents taught me to understand the difference between a “corporate pension plan” and an “individual pension plan” and start paying as soon as possible.
I teach my kids: figure out the difference between the two pension plans and explain it to me.
My parents taught me: to marry a wealthy person.
I teach my kids: marry the founder of a tech company that gets financing.
My parents taught me that dealing with personal taxes cannot be delayed.
I teach my kids: If you delay long enough, there could be a global crisis and the government will have to extend the tax filing deadline. Then you can wait, maybe there will be another one…
My parents taught me: don’t chat with strangers online.
I teach my children: chat with everyone online, you know, when you are 30 years old, it is very difficult to meet new people. In fact, my dad and I met online.
My parents taught me: to save the money that I live frugally for a rainy day.
I teach children:Even if the sky falls, don’t forget to check your card balance, maybe there’s a five-dollar “thank you” from a friend in it.
My parents taught me: work hard and save for retirement.
I teach my kids: Retirement life? You’ll only read this kind of stuff under the heading “Abstract Concepts” in a history book.
My parents taught me: After we die, take care of your siblings and don’t fight with them over money.
I teach my children: When I die, remember to help me clear my browser’s history, and don’t argue with my siblings over trivial matters like who can inherit my video membership. Also, if my ex-husband is at my funeral, make sure to kick him out, he’s the one on the unicycle.
