Once upon a time, in the heart of Megacity, there lived a wealthy young man named Whitesnow. His father was the big boss of a massive corporation, and since Whitesnow had lost his mother at a tender age, his father completely spoiled him, never denying him a single luxury. Predictably, the boy grew up to be a textbook golden boy and a total slacker. As fate would have it, a scheming young woman managed to completely bewitch the old man. She wrapped him around her little finger so thoroughly that, without a second thought, he rushed down the aisle with her. Her name was Vedmilika, and she was bad news from the start. She was determined to seize control of the corporation and send her aging husband to an early grave. There was just one obstacle in her way—the will, which left the entire fortune to Whitesnow. Vedmilika plotted day and night until she finally hatched a plan. She needed to humiliate the boy so thoroughly in his father’s eyes that the old man would disinherit him for good. Meanwhile, Whitesnow was dating Elise, a girl from a prominent, old-money family. They were genuinely fond of each other. Their parents, thrilled about the relationship, were already drafting plans to merge their companies and fortunes. A wedding was just around the corner. This happy arrangement stuck in Vedmilika's throat, so she set her dark plot into motion. Every evening, she would cozy up to her husband and whisper poison in his ear: "My handsome eagle, your son is completely useless. He hasn't worked a single day in his life—how is he supposed to lead people? You need to cut off his allowance for a month or two and ship him off to some backwoods village. Let him get his hands dirty at that farm of yours and learn how to handle cattle. I recall you owning a meatpacking plant out in the sticks. Maybe there he'll finally gain some common sense." It took just two weeks for Vedmilika to get her way. The boy was stripped of his credit cards and sent packing to manage a meatpacking plant in a middle-of-nowhere village. When he arrived, the locals gave him a proper country welcome. They threw a massive party for their prestigious new boss, complete with traditional moonshine, loud music, and plenty of local girls. When Whitesnow woke up the next morning, his head was splitting and his mouth felt like a desert. But right next to him sat a girl—a pint-sized beauty, barely five feet tall, but strikingly gorgeous and beautifully curved. She was holding a tray with a massive, frosted mug of cold beer and a small bowl of nuts. Talk about heaven! The mystery girl stayed by his side all day, anticipating and fulfilling his every whim. On the second day, another pocket-sized nymph took care of him; on the third day, a third. Eventually, Whitesnow figured out the local situation: the village had exactly seven young women, but a total shortage of eligible bachelors. So, the girls had made a schedule, each taking a specific day of the week to charm the rich city boy. They did his laundry, cooked his meals, kept the house spotless, and kept him company. It wasn't just a good life—it was a fairytale. Before Whitesnow knew it, a whole month had zipped by, and he hadn't set foot in the meatpacking plant even once. "Why bother?" he reasoned. "Everyone there already knows what to do. I’d only get in the way." Then, completely out of the blue, Elise showed up. She had been worried sick about him, and with the wedding fast approaching, she needed to finalize the guest list and iron out a few other details. But their reunion fell completely flat. Whitesnow had grown far too comfortable with his rural lifestyle and his personal harem. Elise, however, was a sharp girl. She kept her eyes open, took everything in, and drew her own conclusions. Instead of throwing a massive tantrum, she simply packed her bags and quietly drove back to the city. A couple of days later, the cracks began to show in Whitesnow’s pampered paradise. First, one girl started complaining: "I'm out there hauling heavy cattle feed all day! It's backbreaking work, and I'm so tiny. As a man, the least you could do is come out and help me once a week." Then the second girl confronted him: "Yesterday was my day, and you barely even looked at me, let alone gave me any affection! I'm a woman! I need warmth and romance." Right on her heels, a third girl came insisting: "Those young calves are an absolute nightmare to wrangle into the slaughterhouse. You should come help. It's not like you're doing anything all day anyway." The demands became a relentless, round-the-clock crossfire. Every single day, they kept nagging and henpecking him from all sides. It was then that a piece of old folklore finally clicked in Whitesnow’s brain: “Better a bird in the hand than a whole flock of woodpeckers drilling into your skull!” Deciding it was time to make a run for it, he started packing his bags. But the second the girls realized their city boy was planning to abandon them, they blocked the front door, determined to trap him. They chased him all over the house, trying to catch him. Showing some unexpected agility, the guy dove straight out the window and bolted into the woods. He spent two miserable days hacking through the dense wilderness before finally stumbling onto a highway. He barely remembered how he made it back to Megacity, but he went straight to Elise's place. He swallowed his pride, begged for her forgiveness, and confessed everything. Elise, being a forgiving but sensible girl, accepted his apology. She coached him exactly on what to say to his father and what he needed to do next. Whitesnow returned home, bowed low to his father, and said: "Thank you, Father, for the reality check. It truly opened my eyes, and I realize now how much I still have to learn. If you'll give me the chance, I want to start at the absolute bottom of your corporation and work my way up. I want to earn the right to lead with actual experience." His father was deeply moved by his son’s newfound maturity and gladly granted his request. Seeing her entire plan backfire, Vedmilika completely lost her mind, threw a screaming tantrum, and showed her true colors. The tycoon saw right through her and threw her out on her ear, cutting her off forever. Shortly after, Whitesnow and Elise threw a spectacular wedding. I was there myself, raising a glass of beer and wine; it flowed down my beard, but not a drop got past my lips. I had a grand old time, and then I headed home. And that’s the end of our story—cheers to those who caught the glory!