I am richer than my opponent

My Life Story First, I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Lawrence Fischer. I was born into an upper-middle class family. I grew up on Greenwich street in New York City. Our net worth was probably only a few million at the time. My family line consists of Lawyers. My father and mother were both lawyers and met at Cornell University. My parent’s parents were lawyers. My parent’s siblings are lawyers and all of their kids are too. The odd thing is, my sister, my brother, and me all did not follow the same path. None of us became lawyers. My father use to say “There are 3 keys to success. Honest hard work, a good education, and the ability to adapt to worldly change.” His last point was always hypocritical in my mind since he seemed so traditional and boring in everything that he did. I pretty much ignored the first two bits of his advice, but learned the value of the last one. It was ironic how different our views on everything was and I wondered if we were even related at times. My father and I were completely different people and we hated each other. Despite that, the truth was I always respected him even to the day he died. He had a blood thirsty ambition just like me that most people don’t have. R.I.P. father. I’m not going to go into too much detail about my early life because I’d write a book, but I should mention my time at Stuyvesant High School. That is where I met Reece. The most brilliant man I ever talked to. He was even smarter than me. I was born with good looks and the ability to win lots of friends. I was cool. Reece was not. He was tall, lanky, socially awkward, and ugly as f*ck. People use to bully him all the time. I specifically remember times when people would throw stuff at him yelling “pole” when they hit him. “Pole” is a pun since his last name was Pole and he was skinny. I use to bully him too and people loved me for it. One day he came begging me for advice on how to be “cool.” I gave him lessons after school when no one was around. Basically I bragged about myself and he would listen to all the sh*t I would say. Eventually we were hanging out every day. He was such a weird a** person, but he had a compelling atmosphere about him that intrigued me. He was not like the rest of people that I know that blindly believe the crap they are told. I eventually taught him to make it in the cool crowd…sort of…I don’t think he ever got laid like me, but people were more accepting of him. The coolest part about this guy was not his smarts or his uniqueness. It was actually that he had your back. No matter what.When I graduated high school I enrolled in Cornell University. In college I thought I was the sh*t and could do anything. Often times I’d use my mom and dad’s money wildly on stupid parties, sex, drugs, and gambling. I was there for ¾ of a semester before completely dropping out. I was a lazy person in school and my father hated me for that. I got my own place and thought I’d start my “own business.” It was a half committed stupid idea that failed. I didn’t really care though until my father and I got into a huge fight. I remember him telling me that I couldn’t have any of his money anymore and that I was no longer his son. We never talked again. I was poor after that for quite a while. I begged my friends for money all the time and they would give me money. I was charming and could get what I wanted for a while. Eventually they figured out I was poor and dropped me from their lives. They didn’t even respond to me on Facebook. I was evicted from my place since it was under my father’s name. I lived on the streets for about 2 months being a whiny lazy a** b*tch reminiscing about the good old days when I was cool. I was 18 years old at the time. Then something hit me. I realized I had become the worst thing of all. A loser. From that moment on I didn’t think about anything, but money and how I was going to get it. I called one of my friends from a library begging for money. He rejected me and then I ran into Reece Pole. Reece saw how much of a mess I had become and I talked him into letting me stay at his place. I saw how successful he had become and he introduced me to his work at a programming company. I decided to apply with no prior experience. Reece put in a good word for me and I got an interview at this shady organization (I will not release the name for legal reasons). I had no experience with programming, but was able to bullsh*t my way through it. Reece helped me on the previous night with a bit of programming jargon and I bullsh*tted my way through the interview. That guy never even did a background check to see if I was lying. I admit, I was very lucky there. (That boss was eventually fired from watching too much porn on his computer, lol). Reece tried to teach me how to program, but I never got the hang of it and was close to getting fired.But then a golden opportunity layed down right before me in the office area. While one of the salesman was giving a tour, he went to go use the bathroom. Meanwhile, I talked to the other business guy that was taking the tour and within minutes he gave me job offer for his company at an investment firm (not going to mention the name of this either). I knew that investing was much more down my alley in terms of interest. I left my job that very day to go work with the stranger. It wasn’t long before I figured out the company was based on Pump and Dump schemes, fraudulent investments. I remember this whole "Goldman's Gold Mining and Oil CO." that was all a giant fabrication. Not a single part of it was real. It was only real on paper. People actually bought this garbage! It was amazing! I was making a sh*t ton of money. By the time of my 19th birthday I had accumulated over 15 million dollars. During this time, I obsessed with work so much that I barely slept. My mother called to tell me my dad was really sick, but I didn’t give a f*ck. I said “Tell him I’m glad he’s dying and that I’m more successful than he ever was or possibly could be.”I called up Reece and got him a job and he made a lot of money with the rest of us. Eventually, he came up with software that predicted penny stock fluctuations in the market and we made a killing together. Just us two though, because neither of us wanted it to get out on the market. My net worth went from 24 million to 50 million in one night. When his net worth went from 17 million to over 200 million in that same night my boss got suspicious. The next day Reece was killed and the software went missing from his computer. In a panic I took the quickest flight to Canada, because I was certain they were going to find out I was involved. I was gone for about a week. The entire corporation was monitored in that exact week by the FBI (probably because of Reece’s software) and just about everyone was f*cked over and sentenced to prison. While I was in Canada I moved Reece’s money over to gambling sites in his name and leaked it to a bunch of Russians in exchange for payment through Paypal and other money transferring sites. I ended up only getting 130 million of that 200 some million those greedy f*cking Russians. They knew I was desperate.After a couple months my father died and I returned to New York. I was only blocks away and never attended his funeral. I reinvested my money in legal ways through new businesses. I was 20 years old at the time. I made tons of risky plays since then. I bought everything that gathered profits. Restaurants, Hotels, Casinos, you name it. As of today I have a net worth of over 3.3 billion dollars.In hindsight, I have many regrets. I am, however, very fortunate that my luck turned out as well as it did. I am not as obsessed with money as I use to be and I’m never going to do those illegal things again. I am a changed man now. I also wish that I had talked to my father while he was still alive. Your last words to a person mean more than you think. Especially when they are awful words spoken with a bitter tongue out of anger. Everything else I am proud of. I learned so much from this experience and I am so happy to be as wealthy and free as I am now.Your turn buddy. ;D