He was trapped. Aleria truly had no way out—just as Evan had said. The trade war had pushed the country’s economy to the brink of collapse. They were on the verge of losing everything.Yet surrendering their sovereignty was no small matter—especially handing it over to a boy from Elysia who wasn’t even twenty years old. Even if he were a god, this was not something to be taken lightly."Mr. President, please reconsider," Jonathan interjected, his voice urgent. "This boy is a god. Perhaps under his leadership, Aleria will flourish. I did some research last night—under this boy's guidance, TikToC and Lumina City have risen to become the world’s leading enterprises."Jonathan’s plea brought Donald out of his reverie.Last night, Jonathan had indeed looked into Evan’s mysterious influence. What he found had baffled him, but what shocked him even more was this: Evan, though the hidden hand behind Lumina City and TikToC, rarely interfered in their day-to-day operations. He only guided the o
Not only had he survived, but he had conquered Aleria. Otherwise, why would these three powerful men be coming to him to discuss details?My God! Mr. Smith really was a god!Only a true god could have survived such an ear-splitting, earth-shaking barrage of firepower. A mere mortal’s body would have been reduced to dust!While Adam was frozen in shock, Donald, Louis, and Jonathan caught up to him and surrounded him, bombarding him with words. But their tone was now one of ingratiation."Fat man, can we hurry up and discuss the details? Whatever demands you make, we’ll agree to them. All we ask is that you speak to Mr. Smith and ask him to resolve Aleria’s crisis first.""Yeah, yeah! Mr. Smith is our new boss now.""Fat man, Mr. Smith mentioned that Elysia has made significant advances in high-tech innovations recently. He said that all of these achievements were personally developed by him. Could you maybe ask him to share some of that technology with Aleria?""…"Adam cleared his thr
On the other end, Timothy Daniels became anxious, raising his voice: "Come on! The whole class is going to be there, why are you the only one being difficult? Don’t worry, I’ll cover the bill tonight—it won’t cost you a dime!"In the background, Evan could hear the murmurs of a few other male classmates, though faint, his heightened senses picked up every word clearly."We have to get Evan to come! Without him, we can’t make a proper comparison. We can’t just compare ourselves to each other!""Exactly! We need him there! You know, back in high school, even Violet Mills, the class beauty, had a crush on him. Tonight, I’m going to tell her: ‘See? What good did his looks do? Meanwhile, I started my own business right after graduation, and now I’m worth millions!’""I heard Evan went to college, can you believe it? But I also heard he had to borrow money from his parents to pay for tuition. Maybe we should all chip in to sponsor him a bit tonight. Hahaha.""…"Hmph. Just as I thought, Eva
Evan sauntered down the sidewalk, hands clasped behind his back, his pace seemingly leisurely. To an observer, he appeared to be out for a casual stroll, but in reality, each step he took covered dozens of meters in a flash, as if he were teleporting. The passersby barely had time to register his presence before the sound of air slicing filled their ears."My God, was that a person who just passed by? How was he moving so fast?""It was a person! Faster than a plane! And the weird thing is, he looked so relaxed, like he was taking a walk in the park!""…"And so, without breaking a sweat, Evan arrived at Clark Hotel, his breath as steady as if he had never hurried at all.Upon entering the hotel lobby, he walked over to the front desk. "Excuse me, could you tell me where Timothy’s event is being held?"The receptionist didn’t recognize Evan. After all, it was usually people like Adam who dealt with the public affairs, and even when Evan had hosted meals for actors and directors like C
The applause that followed was thunderous. Yet Violet Mills and the other outliers remained disconnected, still absorbed in their phones.Timothy’s friends—Jeff, Matt, Bobby, and Patrick—stood up amidst the applause, bowing slightly to the crowd, their eyes subtly scanning the female classmates at the table."Mr. Daniels is too kind," one of them said. "We’re just playing small-time, earning a living. We hope to collaborate with Mr. Daniels in the future to make even more money!"These were the same classmates who had mocked Evan over the phone earlier.As they were about to sit down, someone in the crowd suddenly muttered something that cut through the air like an unexpected gust of wind."We’re here for a class reunion, not to suck up to the rich. If you want to worship the wealthy, why not go after the new billionaire that just emerged in Lumina City?""And by the way, for all your wealth, I haven’t seen you do anything nice for the rest of us classmates. Maybe you should take a pa
Unable to get a rise out of him, Matt fell silent. But Timothy, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint, smiled slyly and said, "Evan, we all know your situation—and we know you have your pride. It’s understandable that you wouldn’t want to accept help in front of everyone. So how about this? We’ll give you a job at my company.""I know you worked at TikToC before. Well, whatever they paid you, I’ll double it. You’ll never have to worry about money again."His words were dripping with condescension, and the classmates, especially Violet Mills and the other girls, felt a wave of discomfort wash over them. The disdain in Timothy’s offer was all too clear.But Evan didn’t seem to care. Setting down his tea, he glanced indifferently at Timothy and said, "No, really, that won’t be necessary."What?!Timothy and his friends could feel their tempers rising.What the hell is with this guy? Is he completely immune to money?How could anyone not care about money in a world like this?Withou
"Send red envelopes?"Timothy Daniels froze for a moment, then burst into loud, disdainful laughter, his whole body shaking as if he had just heard the funniest joke of 2024. His belly jiggled as he pointed at Evan, laughing so hard he could barely speak."Did you all hear that? He says he wants to send us red envelopes! Hahaha! A notorious pauper like Evan wants to give us—millionaires and billionaires—red envelopes? What a joke!"Jeff, Matt, Bobby, and the rest of the so-called "young entrepreneurs" doubled over with laughter, while Patrick clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he sounded like a squealing pig."He said he’s going to send us red envelopes?""Talk about overestimating himself! This is what they call biting off more than you can chew. Poor Evan, this is the very definition of delusion!"The classmates in the room, including Violet Mills and the other pretty girls, furrowed their brows in disapproval, clearly displeased with Timothy and his friends’ words. Yet, at the
When they opened it, their eyes widened in shock, their jaws dropping as they stared at the numbers on their screens. The gasps that filled the room were stifled, as if the air itself had been sucked out.For five seconds, the room was dead silent.Then, the box erupted with ear-splitting shrieks."Holy crap! Evan just sent $1 million! Oh my God, I just grabbed $100,000!""Fuck, Evan’s the real hidden tycoon here! A $1 million envelope? I got $100,000 too!"Thud.Timothy Daniels and the others’ phones slipped from their hands.They sat there, dumbfounded, as if they’d been struck by lightning.Evan, the poor kid, sent a $1 million red envelope?How did he suddenly become so rich?A million dollars? That’s nearly half a year’s profit for Timothy’s company, and an entire year and a half of revenue for Jeff and Matt’s businesses!"Are you going to keep sending envelopes?" Evan asked, his voice light, as if the $1 million he had just given away was nothing more than pocket change.Well, i