Evan cast a helpless glance towards Adam, who instantly grasped the meaning. Stilling the cacophony with a raised hand, he shook his head. "You misapprehend Mr. Smith's purpose. He wishes to establish a new insurance product, not invest."A new insurance product?The power brokers furrowed their brows in bewilderment before their faces lit with comprehension. Aha, to become the underwriter himself - far more lucrative than playing the investor!Mr. Smith's acumen is unparalleled, no wonder he commands Lumina City's commercial sphere at such a tender age."No, no, you still misunderstand!"Noting their self-satisfied expressions, Adam patiently elaborated, "Mr. Smith harbors no desire for profit - quite the contrary, he intends to disburse losses of $1.5 billion!"Thud!The atmosphere congealed in an instant.Thwack!A chorus of dropping bodies resonated through the chamber.Nearly every mogul found themselves unceremoniously seated upon the floor, too stunned to rise. Those still per

Evan casually swept their expressions with a faint smile. "Mr. Caius, fetch the cameras. This time, I shall personally film the Weight Loss advertisement!""Mr. Smith, would you like me to draft a script?"Seraphina interjected, instantly regretting her presumption. With his prowess, why would the esteemed director need a hack writer's screenplay?As anticipated, Evan patted her shoulder with a gentle smile. "No need this time - the script resides within my mind's eye. Next time, I shall afford you the opportunity.""Understood." Seraphina nodded sheepishly, rubbing her nape.With the cameras prepared, Evan deftly commenced filming himself. His innovative concept portrayed Ophelia as a young woman driven to binge-eating by heartbreak, bewildered by her burgeoning girth. Until one fateful day, she chanced upon the "Weight Loss Insurance" on her phone and promptly insured her weight for $1000 in Lumina City. Through arduous toil at a local gym over fifteen days, she shed five kilos.Up

Huh?Taken aback by their collective fervor, Evan arched a brow in mild surprise.However, if he personally supervised the entire cast's fitness journeys, their chances of successful weight loss - and his ability to disburse that near $1.5 billion windfall - would soar commensurately. "Very well!"A faint smile played across his lips as he nodded. "Change into your athletic wear at once - we convene at the gym. From today, I shall put you all through grueling training!""But Mr. Smith," Adam cautioned sotto voce, "the gym will be overwhelmed this hour. We tried securing spots yesterday only to circle back defeated - more crowded than rush hour buses!" "I see." Evan's grin deepened as realization dawned. "Then sportswear outlets must be equally ransacked. No matter - we shall engage in bodyweight resistance training instead! You all came prepared with workout attire, did you not?""We did, but how shall we train here?" The cast exchanged perplexed looks. Evan's smile vanished, his

"But we're ravenous!" the trio cried piteously."Truly?" Evan eyed them all, that inscrutable half-smile playing across his lips. "Yes! Just a quick breakfast, then nothing else all day," they nodded emphatically."Very well." Evan snapped his fingers, and five delivery workers hauled in five boxes of apples."If you're that hungry, have apples. One per meal, substituting your full course!"...A collective silence fell over them. They all knew apples facilitated weight loss, but their fatal flaw - you felt full right after eating one, but within half an hour, the hunger would intensify, as the body expended more energy digesting them than they provided."Mr. Smith, when did you even order these apples?""Just while you were filming. Uber Eats - you deserve to have it. I do need to monitor your diets!"...That afternoon, Evan's training regimen matched the morning's - first aerobic interval running, then anaerobic exercises. By the grueling routine's end, all were sprawled, spent.

"You have proven your prowess!" The System erupted in a childlike tantrum."I shall revoke the Fortune Drink's effects immediately. I cannot allow you to continue basking in this streak of fortune after such treachery!""Be my guest!" Evan guffawed robustly. "The sooner, the better! Possessing this aura of auspicious luck has left me teetering on tenterhooks these past few weeks. Moreover, let me remind you - do you truly believe my current capabilities require the Fortune Drink's augmentation? Humph, sheer might transcends all!"The Super Rich System fell silent once more.After completing the Super Rich System's fifteenth task, Evan once again embraced the idyllic lifestyle of a indolent soul, his days consisting of little more than eating and sleeping.Of course, he neglected none of his professional obligations -Such as the post-production editing for "National Talent Show," the directorial guidance and post-production work on "Game of the Empire," monitoring the after-sales serv