Three lifestyles of suitors

     1. "Petty Bourgeoisie": This term generally emphasizes a lifestyle. People called "petty bourgeois" are particular about taste and style. They are wealthy and have leisure time, understand life and value enjoyment, living an elegant urban life. They pursue fashion, are individualistic and tasteful, are unrestrained, economically independent, and free to act. They are unwilling to be burdened by money, treat work as entertainment, and approach life and love with seven parts seriousness and three parts enthusiasm.

    2. "White-collar workers": This refers to pure mental laborers; they earn a living through their thinking abilities. They belong to the affluent middle class in China, own an imported/domestic car, have a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan, and own a villa/house with a market value of around 800,000 yuan.

    3. "Gold-collar workers": This is a higher-income group that emerged with the advent of the internet age. Fortune magazine once described them as: "They are between 25 and 45 years old, well-educated, with work experience, business planning ability, professional skills, and certain social connections, earning an annual salary between $150,000 and $400,000." Currently, in my country, the elite class generally consists of senior managers of foreign-invested enterprises, Chinese representatives of foreign-invested enterprises in China, managers of large-scale private companies, and senior leaders of state-owned enterprises.

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