"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
Evan swept them with a laden gaze, waving away their guffaws as a sinister smile crept across his lips. "You cannot judge them solely by past failures and ratings - dismiss them as 'kings of dreck.' Do you honor your press credentials? Your integrity? They are all consummate professionals of the highest caliber!"His words rang with self-evident truth, nearly convincing even Adam and Devin backstage.You silver-tongued devil, Mr. Smith! Wasn't assembling these infamous hacks the entire intent? Now you spin it as preserving their reputations - does your conscience not ache?As if sensing their thoughts, Evan threw a glance their way, his eyes stating plainly: My conscience is utterly clear - I spoke naught but the truth just now!That impassioned defense did indeed have the desired impact, quelling any further aspersions or disparagement from the assembled media.Noting the dwindling murmurs, Evan continued. "Third, we have no script yet. Seraphina will write it as we film, in real tim
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