"He is our boss."As Adam prepared to reveal Evan's identity, Evan swiftly raised his hand, signaling him to stop.They had come to spend lavishly. Revealing his identity would likely prompt the club owner to refuse their payment, perhaps even offering complimentary services!Evan aimed to complete the system's task – to expend wealth.Perceiving Evan's gesture, Adam swiftly altered his statement, "This is an ultra-wealthy friend of mine. Tonight, he's treating me to a night at the club. If you attend to him properly, his expenditure could match your annual revenue!""Yes, please do not offer us any complimentary services out of respect for Mr. Johnson," Evan promptly added.The club owner scrutinized Evan, his youthful appearance arousing skepticism. An ultra-wealthy individual at such a tender age? Capable of spending a sum rivaling his yearly revenue in a single night?Hmph, with Mr. Johnson's substantial earnings, his boastful tendencies seemed to have inflated accordingly!Nevert

The youths beside him, too, were rendered motionless one by one, never anticipating that this youth under twenty could possess such immense wealth.They had initially presumed their esteemed Mr. Black to be exceptionally affluent, nonchalantly bestowing $10,000 gratuities.Yet the young man before them commanded a personal fortune surpassing $100 million!"Cease your stupor and begone, lest you dampen my guests' revelries!"Evan casually pinched the table's edge, and with a crisp snap, the crystal corner shattered, fissures radiating outward until reaching Mr. Black's feet!He then gently prodded the table's center with his fingertip –Crack!The entire crystal table fractured, shattering into shards upon the floor!This spectacle nearly caused Mr. Black, the youths, and even Adam to pop their eyes from sheer astonishment!Fuck!What sorcery was this?Shattering a crystal table with bare hands?A martial arts master?No, no, far beyond mere mastery – even world-champion pugilists coul

Adam could only gape silently. Mr. Smith and his eccentric ways with money - assembling this cadre of hacks solely to flush funds down the proverbial toilet. An extravagant new method for hemorrhaging wealth against all reason!After a pensive pause, he finally mustered: "Mr. Smith, is this really advisable? Promoting it before we've even started, using...that cast and crew, then writing live during production? The online backlash could be intense.""Fear not," Evan waved a dismissive hand. "I want them raging - the angrier, the better. When this disaster finally airs, defying their direst expectations of awfulness, ah, then the money will blissfully drain away!""Very well, I'll notify Devin to abandon Splendid Music's film division for now. No, better yet - have him coordinate with the media on this."Adam retreated, inwardly shaking his head, to execute Evan's directives in conjunction with Splendid Music as ordered.Upon hearing the bizarre requests, Devin could only gape. "What i

The words detonated like a thunderclap, leaving Adam and Devin reeling anew - Devin seized his second pummeling, hands quaking as an anguished howl erupted inwardly:"Damn him, 'select a few' as he says?" "Seeking 'generically attractive' faces devoid of skill?""Mr. Smith's zeal for profligacy cannot be deterred by oxen or angels!"Once the trio had departed, the remaining reporters hastily scattered to file their scoops. For today's bombshell revelations would undoubtedly convulse all of Elysia!Tiktoc and Splendid Music were industry titans - the former streaming's sovereign, the latter entertainment's juggernaut. That such behemoths would indulge in such sensationally ruinous caprice? An editorial maelstrom was inevitably brewing.By six-thirty that evening, as workers settled in for their post-commute unwinding before the televised broadcasts, news of Splendid Music's forthcoming "Game of Empire" debacle deluged the airwaves in cascading waves.Some outlets strove for objectivit

The words detonated like a thunderclap, sending Devin tumbling from his chair in a crumpled heap as the rest could only gape, struck mute and immobile by shock's icy paralysis."Mr. Smith, you cannot possibly be serious?" Caius's gaze betrayed profound incredulity.Doubts pervaded his mind - could this youth and the hapless soul crumpled beneath the table truly be their appointed overseers? Might this be some insidious ruse, conspired between the pair to ensnare them all?For what legitimate authority would conceive such madcappery? They had merely accepted these strangers' summons at face value, convening obediently at the Clark.Yet Evan met Caius's skepticism with unruffled equanimity. "I assure you, I am quite sincere in this."Of course he was assured - filming a cinematic travesty was the entire intent. What did period-appropriate attire or cuisine matter when crafting an unmitigated fiasco? A trifling consideration when professional lighting and acoustics held equal irrelevance