"Are you sure you want to donate 20% of the company's profits to charity?"
At the King Investment Group's annual meeting before Christmas, Executive Director Chris looked at his young boss in surprise.
The King Investment Group's foundation was solid, and with the correct operations before and after the last financial crisis, the company had experienced a qualitative leap.
Currently, the group's annual net profit has reached hundreds of billions.
Even for Chris, the Executive Director, it was painful to think of hundreds of billions of assets, 20% of the total, being used entirely for charity.
"What's wrong? Is it not allowed?" Mike retorted.
With a net worth in the hundreds of billions, he was already listed among the wealthiest individuals.
Having passed the initial stage of capital accumulation, Mike could now make money even if he did nothing.
Therefore, money had become just a string of numbers to him.
Furthermore, in Middle-earth, he still had a Lonely Mountain of gold coins and gems, so mere wealth held little attraction for him.
However, using a small portion of unused resources for charity was very helpful for him to continue collecting Power Of Faith.
Therefore, in Mike's view, this investment would never result in a loss.
"Of course, no problem. You're the boss." Chris had been too surprised earlier to question, but then, remembering that Mike's decisions had never been wrong, he said, "I will compile statistics on that charity fund afterward, trying to use the money to help those who truly need it."
And truly, that money was all Mike's; he could dispose of it however he wished.
"Very good. You can discuss the specifics with Cady later." Mike smiled and nodded.
Cady was deeply influenced by her parents and had been enthusiastic about charity work since coming to New York, now becoming a capable assistant under Mike.
She had made significant contributions to shaping the group's image and helping Mike collect Power Of Faith.
After the charity initiative's direction was set, the subsequent year-end meeting involved managers from various subsidiaries reporting on their progress over the year.
"...This year, King Agency signed several more promising singers and actors. I plan to have them participate in a few films the company is preparing next year to see the results."
As the leading subsidiary of the group, King Agency, while not the most profitable, was equally important for shaping the group's image.
After all, the influence of superstars was undeniable.
The public might not actively pay attention to who the owner of the King Investment Group was, but fans of MJ and The Plastics would certainly learn that their behind-the-scenes boss was Mike.
"OK, everyone has worked hard this year. Remember to go to Chris later to get your year-end bonuses." As a mascot-like presence, Mike, after listening to Jessie's final speech, also delivered good news to everyone.
As the King Investment Group's business flourished, Mike, as a hands-off boss, naturally would not be stingy with employee rewards.
"Finally, I wish everyone a happy Christmas!"
Amidst the employees' laughter and joy, Mike, having completed the year-end summary, appropriately bid farewell to everyone.
Next was Christmas, and Mike, who had been busy with supernatural incidents for over a month, planned to take the girls to Genovia to relax.
"What gifts did you prepare for Mia and the others this year?"
"A new jewelry store opened on Fifth Avenue; everything inside is beautiful. I bought some earrings and necklaces there; Mia and the others should like them..."
"..."
Sitting in the back of the supercar, Mike looked out at the strong Christmas atmosphere on Wall Street while listening to Jessie and the other girls' discussions, a faint smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.
Who wouldn't love such a leisurely life?
Although supernatural incidents had been frequent recently, spreading across an entire Europe, the ripples they caused were not that significant.
After all, the population base was large, and not everyone was so unlucky as to encounter monsters or demons.
Especially the girls around Mike, who had his protective power bestowed upon them, were completely immune to supernatural incidents.
Therefore, this wave of terror had no impact on their lives.
"Oh, Mike. Several directors expressed interest in making a few horror films next year. What do you think?"
Unlike "little maid" Lena and Tina, who had only graduated a few years ago, Jessie, who was in charge of King Agency's operations, seemed more career-driven.
Even on vacation, she was still thinking about work.
"Very business-minded, with a keen sense, worth encouraging..." Mike casually agreed.
The economic crisis had passed for a while, and the market for inspirational films was slowly declining.
And as the MIB surfaced, werewolves, Vampires, aliens, including the recent rampant supernatural incidents, had gradually entered the public's view.
In this situation, making some horror films to follow the market was indeed a good choice.
"OK, I understand." Seeing Mike nod, Jessie immediately put the plan to make horror films next year on the agenda.
"Relax, you can't earn all the money in the world; you have to learn to enjoy life..." Looking at Jessie's serious expression, Mike couldn't help but advise her.
Mike was not a stingy person; he was not short of money, and naturally, the girls around him would not be short of money to spend.
With such an economic foundation, Jessie really didn't need to make herself so tired.
Of course, if it was purely out of passion for work, that would be another matter.
Just as Mike was about to continue discussing life views with the girls, the MIB's internal dedicated phone in his hand rang.
"Mike, are you free? Something happened in a small town in Arctic, and you need to go there..."
Listening to Agent O's voice on the phone, Mike knew it wouldn't be good news.
"It's almost Christmas; can't you let me rest?" Mike, who had been running around for over a month, dealing with over a dozen supernatural incidents, said that he had never been so "tired" when he first founded the King Investment Group.
"Precisely because it's Christmas, the holiday monster that appeared in Arctic is having a very bad impact, which is why we need to trouble you." Agent O briefly explained the situation.
"Alright, I'll go home first. See you at the Headquarters later." Mike hung up the phone speechlessly.
It really was true: with great power comes great responsibility.
They wouldn't even let him rest during Christmas.
"Needy, drive faster. After we get back to the King's Building, I'll drop you off in Genovia first, then I have something else to attend to..." Knowing he had to work overtime, Mike was no longer in the mood to enjoy the festive atmosphere on the streets.
"Do you need me to come with you?" Needy, who had regained human emotions, was now becoming more and more like a "good" woman.
At least she now knew to actively share Mike's worries.
"No need, I can go alone." Mike shook his head, refusing the girl's suggestion.
Arctic was quite far from both New York and Genovia, so it would be quicker for Mike to go alone and return quickly.
As for Needy and the other girls, they just needed to prepare the Christmas activities well in Genovia and wait for him to return.
Half an hour later, Mike returned to the King's Building, gathered all the girls living in New York, and opened the spatial gate to Genovia.
Afterward, he briefly greeted Mia, Paige, and others living in Genovia, then went through the spatial gate to the MIB Headquarters.
"Tell me, what is it this time?" Mike looked at Agent O, who was waiting there, and continued, "Oh, right, how's the communication with the police regarding my previous suggestion to form an exorcist team?"
After dealing with many supernatural incidents, Mike found that the monsters and evil spirits appearing recently were not very strong.
Even ordinary people, with certain countermeasures, could generally resolve them.
And coincidentally, Mike had now reached the Creation level, able to lend out his Power Of Faith without cost.
Just like in legends, powerful deities could "bless" their followers.
Therefore, creating an exorcist team exclusive to Mike was a win-win situation.
On one hand, Mike could "relax," and on the other hand, it could enable some ordinary people with "faith" to have the ability to deal with supernatural incidents.
"I'm currently communicating with the police about the exorcist team; it should be implemented after Christmas," Agent O said.
Due to the recent surge in supernatural incidents, a large number of exorcists had appeared among the public, but many of them were con artists looking to make money, so formalizing the exorcism business was very necessary.
The MIB could originally handle this business, but they lacked manpower, which is why they sought cooperation with the police.
"Alright, let's not talk about that. This time, I called you here to deal with the Christmas Monster." As Agent O spoke, she handed over a file.
The file recorded a monster that specifically caused destruction on Christmas Day, maliciously ruining the local festive atmosphere.
Legend has it that this monster was covered in green fur and was very terrifying...