You should see this guy. He's 30 years old, earns ¥1.2 billion a year, drives (or rather is driven in) a Rolls-Royce for which he plonked down ¥70 million in cash (the interior roof, at an additional cost of ¥4 million, is star-studded like a planetarium); he rents five Tokyo residences with monthly rents in the ¥3 million range ...
I could go on, but the point is made: This is pretty good for a former juvenile delinquent who dropped out of high school at 17 and had little enough, so it seemed, to look forward to.
His name, Tsubasa Yozawa, will be familiar to some — to many, if Spa magazine's profile of him doesn't exaggerate — as a symbol of the nouveau-nouveau-riche- riche, of what we can all aspire to — or could, if we possessed whatever mysterious quality it is that sets a Yozawa apart from the rest of us, languishing in financial mediocrity and all the collateral mediocrity that entails.