Ten resplendent, golden waves of monetary eminence rippled forth, oscillating in sumptuous undulations before coalescing into an incandescent singularity. The unified torrent detonated, fragmenting into a pyrotechnic burst of gargantuan, burnished musical staves – each one commandeering a full quarter of the viewscreen's expanse.Three fleeting minutes elapsed before the ten privileged subscriptions dissipated, their collective $1.2 million dispensation squandered with nonchalant indifference.A deafening silence descended as Paige's livestream chamber fell into stupefied hush, the streamer herself clasping her hands over her agape mouth. Disbelief warred with rapturous gratitude as she beheld the "Wealthy Smith" moniker flaunting such unbridled prodigality within the span of a mere hundred-and-eighty scintillating ticks of chronometry.The hush lingered for an agonizing eternity before shattering, fragmenting into a Category-5 maelstrom of frenzied commentary."Ancestors above – the
With donations no longer sufficing, how else could one indulge in lavish expenditure?Evan closed the Tiktok live stream, ruminating briefly before a spark ignited within. He promptly dialed Adam's number:"Adam, secure the presence of Jeremy and Philip, Elysia's esteemed stock traders, along with their teams. Charter a flight; I require their immediate arrival in Elysia for an urgent matter!""Mr. Smith, are you intending to invest in stocks? Or have we identified a public company ripe for acquisition?" Adam inquired."No!" Evan shook his head, anguished. "I'm merely seeking to squander my fortune.""..."On October 13th, at 2 PM, Jeremy, Philip, and their teams touched down in Lumina City. Immediately upon disembarking, Adam escorted them to Tiktok's conference hall.Of course, Adam hadn't neglected to inform Evan beforehand. "Mr. Smith, Jeremy and Philip have arrived! Shall you grace us with your presence now or tomorrow morning?""Hmmm, one moment, I'll be right there!" came Evan'
"No need to reconsider. I understood your explanations perfectly!" Evan replied nonchalantly. "I simply wish to lose money. I have too much wealth to exhaust!"The atmosphere instantly grew tense as Evan distinctly sensed the trio's naked envy reflected in their expressions.Witnessing their reactions, Evan chuckled lightly, "Proceed with the purchases swiftly. Calculate the total cost, and I'll transfer the funds to you!"Jeremy and Philip immediately began mental calculations. As seasoned traders, they possessed formidable mental arithmetic skills.Simultaneously, they remained utterly astounded. After all, this was the first time in over a decade that a client had made such a peculiar request – to intentionally purchase near-bankrupt stocks and incur losses!"Mr. Smith, for these one hundred stocks, calculated at one million shares each, the total would approximate $67 million. As you know, the stock value of companies nearing bankruptcy is generally quite low."Jeremy and Philip's
"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
Having procured the card, he snapped his fingers."Server, approach for a moment!"A server from two tables away promptly obliged. "Good sir, how may I be of service?"Mr. Black slammed the stack of cash onto the table. "Nothing required; consider this a $10,000 tip."The server: "..."Adam: "..."Evan: "..."This Mr. Black must have recently escaped from a mental institution!Yes, the youths accompanying him were likely his fellow escapees!"So?" Evan regarded Mr. Black and his entourage with an amused expression. "So, by virtue of wealth alone, we must relinquish our seats?""Precisely!" Mr. Black remained arrogant and overbearing.The youths at his side adopted intimidating stances, hands on hips."I comprehend the reasoning," Evan nodded, a wicked grin upon his lips.He then leaned closer, whispering instructions to Adam.Upon grasping Evan's directives, Adam promptly retrieved his phone, cupping the mouthpiece as he placed a call.Simultaneously, the club owner, engaged in jovial
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
"No, not a movie. A horrendously bad television series, aired nightly to disgust and provoke the audience's derision, allowing me to squander my fortune. Hmm, we must select a popular series for a reviled sequel, garnering even more scathing reviews!""..."Adam fell silent in disbelief. "Mr. Smith, you truly exhaust extraordinary efforts in pursuit of monetary loss!""Enough talk; proceed with haste. I expect results by tomorrow morning – no further delays.""Understood."After parting ways with Adam, Evan returned alone to his Riverside Villa. Naturally, the deployed Porsche 918 remained in Rose Bar's parking lot, the owner volunteering to oversee its repairs.Yet, as Evan opened his front door, a lithe form enveloped him from behind in a tender embrace. "Don't turn on the lights. Did you miss me?""Ava? What are you doing here? How did you obtain a key to my home?"Evan reciprocated her embrace, her faint fragrance wafting enticingly as her pert breasts pressed firmly against his c
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