Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Looking to Felix, Casper knew that the former and Colton declined to mention this the night before because they did not want him to step in with the understanding that should they ever become too dependent on Casper to solve all their problems for them, it might be difficult for them to find their own way in the world.

“I understand where y’all coming from, Felix, but sometimes, some people need to be taught a lesson!”

Casper pointed eastward to the rising sun. “Look, the day has just broken and y’all were already up. It’s understandable that a little hardship is to be expected, but getting squeezed and exploited like this? What’s the point of slogging away twelve hours a day for a handful of chump change?”

Colton propped up his glasses. “Let’s drop this. We’ll take it that we’re paying for some real-life education, as this sort of rotten company would fold by itself sooner or later. We just need to learn to be more discerning from here on out.”

That got Casper even more irked. “You can pay anyone for this, but not him! The only way to deal with this sort of scumbag is to beat him at his own game!”

Elena arrived at the gates, roaring in behind the wheels of a Maserati as they spoke. The other two apart from Felix who did not know about the Maserati Casper owned simply stared with eyes riveted.

“What did you manage to find out?” Casper asked as he settled himself into the back of the car.

“This manpower company has been registered for less than six months. Owned by a millionaire called Yugien Leger, it’s a sham of an establishment which specializes in exploiting students and is completely rotten to the core,” the humorless Elena reported.

Casper took a deep drawl. “Drop us off there first, then head over to a bank in the vicinity and make a withdrawal of twenty-thousand worth of coins.”

Elena nodded and drove Casper over the job site at Mercer’s, a shopping mall where a celebrity was slated to put on a joint performance. Part of the preparation work had been subcontracted to Vamanos Manpower.

“What are the coins for, Casper?” Remy asked.

“For pelting someone with, of course,” an insidious Casper said to his stumped friends.

In Horington, the portly man stopped outside the entrance to Mercer’s and immediately opened up the van to have the students inside get changed up.

move it! If you are late, you

the sake of the money as they tumbled out of that tin-can of a van and pulled

a ride on few dozen bucks

to get yourself such a fancy car?” His eyes ogled at the sleek machine which he could

supposedly poverty-stricken boys from Business University he was referring to stepped out from that car and nonchalantly approached to slip themselves into

portly man

the matter?” Casper looked to him questioningly. “Have we arrived late? Don’t we still have a few more

know how to respond to that. He contemplated asking about the

to be able to catch a Maserati over here. Try to fob

into that heinous looking getup, they lined up to steep themselves in the portly man’s inane lecturing before they were arranged to take over from

a scrawny fellow with dark complexion,

Hurry up, the star’s gonna be here

Cowherd. Here are my guys, so feel free to direct them as you deem

y’all, and double quick time!

you clowns. Go with Mr. Cowherd and do whatever

at Casper and his companions, obviously

over Casper’s group. “What are you still standing there for,

pace and went

to work. Studying at BU despite being as dirt poor as you are? Looks like y’all are destined to

he led

of musical instruments later, so you’d best keep your wits about you. If you get clumsy and damage

brought into a music store where the owner was waiting. “Oh, there you are, Mr. Cowherd. This piano’s all ready for

Moving a piano?