"Isaac!" An old man in suit came over. He was once the richest man, and he was still respected by everyone.

No matter where he went, he was treated with utmost respect.

Since Isaac was his junior, it was okay for him to call Isaac by his first name.

"I heard that you set up a venture capital company abroad. That's not something that can be done without money. You're the only promising one I see among the younger generation right now."

Isaac quickly stood up from his seat with a glass of wine. He clinked it with the old man's and said, "I'm really flattered, Mr. Welch. You are much more better than me. Look at what you have achieved."