"How's the renovation of the new dreamscape coming along?" Yan Huan asked.
"How much space will the Star Rail Express get?"
"Ah, Lord Yan Huan, you mean Sleepy Banana Moment?"
The chubby man grinned ingratiatingly.
"Thanks to the Dream Weavers' hard work, we've merged Sleepy Banana Moment with Scorchsand Moment."
"I'm ashamed to say the project is far bigger than we imagined. Our calculations put the cost at a full hundred billion, far beyond the budget."
His expression turned troubled.
"So, Lord Yan Huan."
"Could you ask Mr. Audie for more funding on our behalf? Otherwise, we underlings will have to cover the shortfall out of our own pockets."
"Why me?" Yan Huan stuck his hands in his pockets.
"I was just making conversation. The Family manages the project. What say would I have?"
"But you're an emperor, the Grand Gala Superstar, and a major shareholder!"
The chubby man looked at him pleadingly.
"All you'd have to do is mention it. It won't take much of your time."
"My happiness, and that of all my brothers and sisters working under me, is in your hands!"
"Well..."
As Yan Huan hesitated, the chubby man dropped to the ground, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and began polishing Yan Huan's shoes.
"Lord Yan Huan, you've always looked out for working folk like us, haven't you? Everyone will remember your kindness..."
"But Audie is the head of the Clover Family." Yan Huan looked down at the man sprawled before him.
"He should have a good handle on the budget."
"Do you think someone might be lining their pockets?"
"!!!"
The chubby man sprang up with a boing, stood ramrod straight, glanced left and right, then leaned in to whisper to Yan Huan.
"Why would Your Majesty say that?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Yan Huan