Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Winston was complimenting his brother when he suddenly changed the topic. “It’s too bad that the better he’s doing there, the
angrier Father is at him. He’s the one who’s most suitable at handling the antique business, but he’s not the tiniest bit interested
in antiques at all.”
Casper narrowed his eyes slightly. The Lanes are really something. Not only is Mr. Lane talented and intelligent, but Winston is
also humble and polite. I’ve only met him for less than half an hour but he sounds so genuine when he talks. He’s the oldest son
of the Lanes but he’s not arrogant at all!
The Lanes were definitely not ordinary people. One would just have to look at the people in a family to determine if they were
strong. Casper could tell that they were a powerful family judging by Winston’s attitude.
“Mr. Simpson? Mr. Simpson, are you listening?”
Winston’s voice brought him back to reality and he scratched his head while saying, “Please don’t call me Mr. Simpson, Winston.
You’re much older than me and you’re also the Lane family’s oldest son.”
“You’re worrying too much. My father has been praising you since he came back from Victoria’s Chamber. He said that you’re
very knowledgeable ever since you’re young and he wanted us to learn from you. How could I not properly address you when he
treats you as his good friend?”
Casper didn’t know how he should answer. Mr. Lane is sure zealous.
They drove into a manor and stopped in front of the mansion.
There were a few servants who came forward to Casper the moment he got down from the car. “This way please, Mr. Simpson.
Mr. Lane is waiting for you in the dining hall.”
They treated him like a king. Feeling embarrassed, he told them that he could make his way there on his own.
He studied the interior of the Lane family mansion as he walked. Even though the land wasn’t expensive in the suburbs, the
decorations in the building must have cost at least ten million. Besides, they were also involved in the antique industry, and
hence there had to be a lot of treasures hidden in the mansion.
Casper followed the servants down the corridor and into a dining hall. Plates of dishes were arranged on the table and Tony was
waiting for him with a smile on his face.
“You’re finally here, Casper. You must be hungry after your journey here, right? Let’s eat first. We’ll talk after our meal.”

The latter invited him to take his seat and instructed his servants, “Go call the others so that I can introduce them to Casper.”
Casper knew that the rich followed a lot of etiquette rules so he sat quietly while waiting for the rest of the Lanes to arrive. Tony
smiled. “You don’t have to be so cautious with what you do at my place. I know that youngsters aren’t fond of pointless
formalities. You don’t have to be so tense.”
The former chuckled upon hearing that. This old man seems pretty easy going, so why is there a conflict between him and his
youngest son?
A few moments later, a few people who looked just a few years older than Casper walked in. They must be Mr. Lane’s children.
Since Winston was the oldest, he started to introduce his siblings. Tony had four sons and two daughters in total, including
Wyatt. All of them were polite and it showed that the Lanes had taught them well.
While their family was polite, the same couldn’t be said for the rest. The wives of Tony’s second and third sons were disdainful
after they saw what Casper was wearing.
Everyone took their seats and Winston whispered after sitting down beside him, “My sisters-in-law are from rich families. Please
forgive them for their arrogant attitude.”
Casper nodded to let him know that it was okay. Besides, he was quite fond of Tony, so he wouldn’t have gotten angry in front of
him.
“It’s too bad that none of my children are as accomplished as Casper,” Tony sighed suddenly.
His children instantly lowered their heads in shame at his words.
“I finally had a promising child but he just had to anger me. He would always go against me no matter what.” He was obviously
talking about Wyatt from Business University and it seemed like he valued his son a lot.
“It seems I’ve embarrassed myself in front of Casper. Let’s just start eating. Sigh... The times have changed. There used to be a
rule where we wouldn’t talk while eating in this household. Now, even I find the rule troublesome, so I have abolished this rule.”
Tony smiled bitterly as he picked up his cutlery. Only then did the others dare to start eating.
“Rules are fixed but people are not. The point of not talking while eating is to develop good habits. To me, it seems like everyone
from the Lane family is respectable and polite. This shows that even without this rule, you have all achieved the original purpose
of establishing the rules.”

Tony laughed at that. Anyone would be happy when praised. After sipping on his glass of wine, he said, “It’s fun to chat with you,
Casper. Judging by your sitting posture and your etiquette before the meal, you must be from a rich family too, right?”
Casper was slightly shocked but was relieved that he had only mentioned it instead of asking more questions.
“A rich family? Him?” the second son’s wife uttered, “The clothes he’s wearing right now don’t even cost a hundred. Which rich
family is he from that’s so stingy?”
Her husband quickly gestured for her to shut up. Tony looked unhappy after hearing what she said but stayed silent.
“Casper, you’re studying at Business University. Do you speak to my youngest son frequently?” he asked.
“To be honest, I just met with Mr. Lane earlier today. I had some questions for him, and he’s quite famous when it comes to
economics,” Casper answered.
Tony stared at the glass of wine before him and he sounded joyful as he said, “That brat. He actually has people calling him Mr.
Lane. That must mean he’s putting his talents to use.”
He started to chat away at the mention of his youngest son. Casper noticed that the father and son actually had quite a good
relationship and were unlike fire and ice, like how Wyatt had described them to be. He also realized that the only other time he
had seen the look in the former’s eyes was when he was examining the authenticity of the antiques.
“How old do you think my son is, Casper?”
“He should be about thirty. He wore a beard when I met him and he looked quite old,” he replied after giving it some thought.
Tony shook his head. “He’s only twenty-five, just a few years older than you. He never cares for his appearance and people
would always assume that he’s older than his actual age. He had graduated from university when he was nineteen and went
abroad to study for his PhD. After that, he became a lecturer at Business University. He was a child prodigy and had an IQ of
160 when he got it tested when he was younger. Everyone was talking about how we had a genius in the house and that the
Lane family finally had an heir. Yet God had only given him the brains.”
He became more emotional as he spoke and Winston quickly reminded him, “Calm down, Father. You’re going to fall sick!”
Tony glared at him and said, “Have you been watching too much drama? Do you really think that older people have such weak
bodies? That we’ll get a stroke or a heart attack when we’re angry? You’ve got to change your perceptions and attitude. You’re

very thoughtful and would have backup plans for everything. However, the fact is that you’re just not shrewd enough nor good at
strategizing. If only you had thirty percent of your brother’s capabilities, I could have retired and lived in peace.”