“I’ll hand in my resignation to you tomorrow, Mr. Monty.”
Valentine sighed and spoke softly.
Conrad looked at Valentine sinisterly and spoke coldly, “What, you’re just going to wash your hands off this incident just like that?”
Valentine shook his head disappointingly and spoke, “That’s not what I meant, Mr. Monty. You know that someone has to take responsibility for all of this. It’s only right that I take the blame.”
Conrad halted and spoke solemnly, “Go back and calm down. I’m busy, we’ll talk about everything else next time.”
Conrad then left without turning back.
Exiting the hotel, Conrad drove straight to the quiet villa.
In the backyard was a middle-aged man in traditional clothing fishing by the lake. The sun was bright and the weather was good, but Conrad’s mood was despondent like an impending storm.
“Welcome home, Young Master,” a servant greeted.
Conrad waved him off and spoke indifferently, “You’re all excused. I want to talk to my dad alone.”
The servants left and Conrad sat beside Steven. His tone was full of despair when he spoke, “I lost again, Dad.”
Steven was focused on the particles floating on the surface of the lake. He did not seem to be too agitated about Conrad’s loss.
“I expected it.”
Conrad frowned slightly at Steven’s words. “Isn’t it a bit too late to say that, Dad?”
Steven smiled and replied meaningfully, “Do you know what the biggest difference between you and Jasper is?”
Conrad replied coldly, “The brat is too good at scheming and very good at waiting.
“Every time! It’s like this every time! He always waits until the last minute to show his hand!”
Steven shook his head. “That’s just the surface of it.”
“Let me ask you. Have you dug up information on him and found out about how Jasper got to where he is today?” Steven asked again.
Conrad was stunned for a moment and replied with a sneer, “He earned himself millions from the futures market a year ago and then kept making more money based on pure luck. Then the international crude oil incident gave him a ton of wealth. But so what? With such opportunities, even idiots could grow rich.”
“What about you, then? Why didn’t you take those chances?” Steven asked.
Conrad was about to protest but he realized he had nothing to say when he opened his mouth.
Indeed, all of those incidents were hugely profitable opportunities, but they were all in the past now. There were not many people who could tell that there would be profitable opportunities before they happened.
People who could accurately make these judgments were rare, and they had all become rich thanks to that.
Sighing, Steven retracted his fishing line. The bait was gone, but he had no idea when the fish took it.
Steven replaced the bait as he spoke, “This is the biggest difference between you two. The fact that he’s willing to wait is only the surface of things. He’s detail-oriented and a very skilled man with an exceptionally sharp eye for things. There aren’t many people comparable to him in terms of that within the country, let alone you.
“But that’s not the point now. So what if you find a so-called chance to profit? How many people would truly dare to take the risk? He made his first trade with a mortgage from his only house here in the province.
“Lose, and you live on the streets. Win, and you’ll be bathed in riches. Would you have dared to take the bet if you had been in his shoes?”
Conrad fell deep in thought at Steven’s question.
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
