"If I blamed you, that would make me unkind? Bruce, you're smart, but you've never put that intelligence to proper use."
The old Black man said irritably, "Bruce, you've fulfilled so many people's wishes. What wish do you have for yourself?"
"I can make a wish too?"
Bruce's eyes lit up. The old Black man smiled. "Of course, but you only get one wish. Think carefully before making it. The trouble you caused tonight was no small matter.
"There'll even be another problem tomorrow—the grand prize that can only be split into a few dozen dollars per person."
"The grand prize can only be split into a few dozen dollars? Seriously? If that were me, I'd feel like killing someone."
Grace said in surprise. She had thought she could get rich overnight and spend every day surrounded by yachts and models from then on, only to arrive at the lottery office and receive a few dozen dollars. Who could possibly stand that?
"I didn't know so many people would wish to win the grand prize."
Bruce complained. "I think this is a problem with society's values, not my problem. I should do an interview specifically reporting on this issue."
The old Black man and Grace stared at Bruce speechlessly. Bruce gave an awkward smile and said, "My fault. Still, Director of S.W.O.R.D. should help me deal with it. He's omnipotent."
"He won't bother with such a trivial matter."
The old Black man shook his head. "Bruce, state your wish. Let me remind you again: you only have one wish."
"Just one wish?"
Bruce struggled a little. He had many wishes. For example, defeating Evan and becoming the host. Also, Grace was pregnant, so he needed to make more money. Children were called Four-Legged Gold-Swallowing Beasts in the East.
Besides that,