Becoming the Richest Man Alive

“What’s going on?” The chefs gathered around and wondered if their boss would be joining them in the kitchen.

Casper announced the great news with a bright grin, “Go ahead and call it a day as soon as you finish the last order from the customers. Your pay won’t be deducted.”

Wait! What?

The chefs cheered the moment they heard his sudden announcement. One of the fearless chefs asked, “Mr. Simpson, are you going to cook?”

Casper nodded in response. He retrieved a knife that was nearby and started messing around with it to figure out if he still remembered how to cook.

Immediately after he got his hands on a fish that was nearby, he skinned it off and chopped it into equivalent parts. When everyone returned to their senses, he had long sorted out everything.

“Was the fish still struggling when Mr. Simpson has killed it?”

They were confused because the fish, even after being skinned alive, wouldn’t stop wriggling.

Seconds after the chefs wrapped up their conversation, the fish stopped moving and fell apart.

“Oh, God! It’s a technique that enables fish to move around for a short while after being skinned alive! My mentor once brought it up in front of me, but no one had ever mastered it!”

One of the experienced chefs broke the silence and gaped at Casper’s seemingly unbelievable skills.

The man continued cleaning up the mess he had made and asserted, “Actually, it’s not a big deal. If I were faster, the fish might get to move around for at least a quarter of a minute. I can have it served before it’s even dead.”

couldn’t snap out of their bewilderment. They had a hard time fathoming the fact someone had

specialties. Nonetheless, Casper seemed to have

asked in a despairing tone, “Mr. Simpson, you’re not

fellow chefs asked, “Hello? What kind of joke is this? You don’t think Mr. Simpson is going to spend

when he heard their conversation. He wouldn’t mind joining them in the kitchen, but that would be impossible due to the things he had on his plate. Should he spend his day in the kitchen, things would spiral out of control for Tycoon and Firewolf

had to acquire Sharon and

confusion, Casper asked the chefs who had surrounded him, “Are you

Are

chin and thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have the bunch of professionals there to be the judges. At the very least, they could vouch on his

to stay if you guys are curious about the things that are

he started gathering the ingredients he needed. The chefs exchanged glances and decided to stay for the event in the afternoon. No way would they

was lunchtime. Usually, the chefs would spend their time during lunch hours working. They would only get to take a break once they finished serving

chefs muttered to the staff, “What’s going

out his speculation, “Ms. Schneider has instructed us to get two sets of identical cooking utensils ready. Are they having some sort

Mr. Simpson is such an exceptional cook! Is anyone even a match

attempt to garner Casper’s attention, the rest

ones we have imagined. Although Mr. Simpson is fairly skilled in several aspects,

an offensive remark. Afraid of offending Casper, the rest

surprise, Casper nodded and asserted, “Sir, you’re right! Care to introduce yourself? How long have

himself in a courteous manner, “I’m Louis. It has been a little more than two years since the day I joined Tycoon as a chef. I have spent the past three decades as a chef

hearing that, Caspar suggested, “Well, I think you’re the perfect candidate

of the party figured out Casper would soon have a showdown with someone else, they got pumped up and asked,

into the kitchen—Elena marched in Casper’s direction