Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

"Business is business."

Stacy gave a quick nod of appreciation, pulling a counting machine from the drawer beside her.

She ran the stacks through the machine, her eyes intent on the screen as it counted each bundle.

The sound of the machine blending, with the soft rustle of cash filled the room.

Soon, the final count showed on the display.

[$15,000]

Satisfied, she turned back to Noah, her expression now relaxed. "Alright, everything’s in order. Let’s sign."

They each took a pen, the sound of their signatures scratching onto paper adding a formal conclusion to the transaction.

Once they finished, Stacy handed him the keys to the teahouse.

"Thank you," Noah said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth.

With the contract complete, Stacy excused herself and left the teahouse.

Noah took one final look around the teahouse, pocketed the keys, and locked the door behind him.

The deal was sealed.

Noah parked up his lykan nearby and strolled towards where Aiden was waiting for him.

Aiden grinned, after seeing Noah.

"Yo, what’s up, bro!"

"You ready to go viral?" Noah replied with a smirk.

"Hell yeah, what’s the plan?" He said, his eyes lit with excitement.

"Alright, hear me out. We’re doing a mukbang, but we’re going to add a twist." He raised a finger, emphasizing each word.

"The first three seconds are everything. If we don’t hook them, they’ll skip. So, we start with something unexpected."

"We start with a close shot of a Lykan Hypersport drifting, smoke everywhere, tyres screeching."

"Then, the camera slowly zooms out, and there’s you, just sitting there, surrounded by a mountain of food, eating peacefully with no care in the world."

Aiden’s earlier excitement turned into pure confusion.

"Wait, a Lykan Hypersport? Dude, do you think we’re filming

Fast & Furious

? I don’t exactly have Dom Doretto in my contacts."

Noah’s smirk deepened. "You don’t know Dom, but you know me."

Aiden’s eyes widened as realization hit. "You’re actually going to—?"

"Yep." Noah cut him off with a confident nod, already heading toward the Lykan.

"Just trust me. Stop asking questions and get ready."

With a clear vision in mind, Noah set up the camera, ensuring the angle captured the full action of the Lykan in motion.

He adjusted the shot, envisioning how he could blend it into a flawless zoom-in edit from the roaring car to Aiden’s mukbang.

After some adjustments, he locked the camera in place, checking the frame one last time before heading to the car.

"Stay put and just keep eating like it’s no big deal," he instructed Aiden, who gave a thumbs-up, his eyes glinting with excitement.

Noah climbed into the driver’s seat, the engine purring to life with a deep growl.

He shifted into gear, positioning the Lykan for the shot’s opening drift, a quick thrill of anticipation running through him.

With one smooth motion, he hit the accelerator, the car spinning into a beautiful drift, the screech of tyres loud.

The camera caught it all, from the smoke curling off the pavement to the dramatic spin as the Lykan drifted.

From his spot at the table, Aiden glanced back as the smoke began to waft over, casting a surreal haze around the scene. He picked up a wing, took a bite, and then wiped his hands with a napkin.

The sight of the spinning Lykan didn’t faze him in the least, his expression remaining completely nonchalant as he reached for a bowl of noodles, slurping them up as if he were oblivious to the chaos happening behind.

Noah continued to drift the car, executing one final drift before bringing the Lykan to a stop.

The sound of the engine faded, leaving only the drifting smoke that lingered in the air, slowly dissipating.

Noah hopped out of the car, making his way over to Aiden, who was still engrossed in his food, maintaining the perfect act.

"Alright Cut!"

Through the lens, Noah captured Aiden’s exaggerated reactions, catching the subtle quirks that added layers of humour to the scene.

"Perfect," Noah muttered to himself, tweaking the zoom settings to capture Aiden’s expressions.

Every eye roll, every dramatic pause, was framed just right.

"Alright," Noah called.

"Now you keep eating. The focus shifts entirely to you."

Aiden gave a mock salute, his face already set in character.

He picked up another piece of food, studying it as if it were some rare delicacy, his expression shifting to exaggerated seriousness before taking a large bite.

Noah watched through the phone camera lens, adjusting the zoom to capture the subtle changes in Aiden’s expressions.

Aiden’s lips pursed, his eyes squinting as he chewed with exaggerated slowness, savouring every second like it was the finest meal on Earth.

After finishing the last bite, Aiden gave a triumphant nod, clearly satisfied.

Noah lowered the camera and called, "Cut. Nice job."

He handed Aiden’s phone back with a small smile.

"Now, send me that video when you get home. I’ll handle the editing and send it back for upload."

Aiden nodded eagerly, pocketing his phone.

"Thanks, bro. Seriously, I really appreciate you helping me out this much."

Noah shrugged, a casual grin on his face. "No problem. Thank me after it goes viral."

Together, they packed up the foldable table, folding and stacking it neatly in the trunk before gathering all the leftover wrappers and tossing them into a nearby trash bin.

Noah brushed his hands off, looking over at Aiden.

"So, where are you headed next?"

Aiden looked at him, surprised. "Home, I guess."

"Get in, then. I’ll drive you," Noah replied, jerking his thumb toward the passenger seat.

Aiden’s face lit up. "Bet!"

"Riding in the Lykan, let’s go!"

They hopped into the car, and soon enough, they were cruising down the street.

"So, what happened to the Lambo?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

Noah’s eyes stayed on the road.

"It’s in the parking lot. Chilling, I guess."

Aiden’s mouth twitched at his answer, unable to resist a small laugh.

"Man, only you would say a Lambo’s ’chilling’ in a parking lot."