60 Ch60.Success?

As soon as the party officially started, my waiters all truly got to work, the bartenders started chatting with the drunken crowd, getting familiar with all the guests and increasing my network of connections. They were told to try acquiring various forms of information and note down anything that may possibly be important. They also 'generously', offered some free drugs to those they got 'close' to, therefore, spreading my various different products throughout the crowd.

The start of the night was quite slow, as this environment is vastly different to anything these people had ever seen before, but as soon as they started taking ecstasy as well as a very very mild version of acid, they started to get into the rhythm of the music and light shows. The more people that started actually enjoying the party, the faster everyone else started feeling as if they were missing out, therefore, increasing drug consumption as well as spreading a certain 'vibe' or 'atmosphere' amongst the crowd.

As the night went on, more and more people started going crazy, there were some bold young masters and young misses, who climbed up on some tables and started dancing very awkwardly to this new music. Amazingly, as time went on, they quickly adapted by watching my employees and many of them got incredibly good within a relatively short amount of time, going so far as to start a 'dance battle', incited by my people of course, but nonetheless created a great environment for more 'fun'.

These guests had never quite experienced an environment where they could completely let loose, give up all forced 'politeness' and 'etiquette'. Since they were surrounded only by their peers of similar status, they didn't have to worry about their actions negatively impacting their social status, as everyone was doing the same. This continued to escalate as everyone become more comfortable, until eventually everyone was happily going crazy, some young masters, high on some drugs, stripped down and started dancing naked, or running around and screaming incomprehensible statements.

The first two floors were the most packed and had a constant party going on until 4AM, while the last floor had much less people, this is most likely due to them enjoying the new experience, and having no time to take a break.

Those who were a bit different or couldn't quite get into the party atmosphere, decided to come down to the last floor to relax. They were all offered some very mild versions of Blaze and after they tried some, most of them started to become dazed and they fully immersed themselves in the comfort of 'power' as they lay down on the grass, staring at the false sky and started talking about weird philosophical things. Theoretically Blaze shouldn't be able to produce this effect, maybe it is due to the mixture of multiple drugs acting together, it is definitely worth studying. I think I have inadvertently created the world's first 'hippies'.

As the night passed on, many interesting sights and events passed in the nightclub but the time for everything to end had finally arrived, the lights dimmed and the music started to slowly soften before cutting out completely, the guests were then assisted to reach the exit and arrangements for those who couldn't move anymore were made so that they would arrive home safely.

It was a bit chaotic as everyone was leaving, it seems like seriously intoxicated people struggle to form lines and leave in an orderly manner, who would have thought?

After everyone had finally left, I had instructed my Clan members to contact me and notify me of the night's statistics. I decided not to stay for the whole event and left after 12PM, I can't afford to not get any sleep since I rarely get a day of rest, therefore, after 12PM I left the club and had a quick 4 hour power nap, a little less than I usually get a night, but enough that I will be able to function the next day.

After waking up, I got dressed and ready before I started my morning workout routine. I still put a large amount of effort into my physical training even though my Circle grants me a great amount of passive increases in strength. I still believe that this hard work will one day pay off, I also quite enjoy working out as it allows me to both assess my current strength as well as my physical growth.

I have had many Rune devices created that resemble Gym equipment from Earth except they basically have no upper limit to their weight and don't work by adding physical weights, just pumping in more Magical Energy. Gyming for me is also a form of meditation, it allows me to clear my mind and prepare myself for the inevitable busy day ahead, without my morning sessions, I honestly don't know if I would be able to maintain my current crazy lifestyle.

After my clan members arrived at my house, they waited patiently outside of my private gym for me to finish. As I walked out of my gym, feeling quite refreshed, I was handed a pad of paper as well as a separate black book. I glanced at the paper detailing all the accounting details regarding the night, how much alcohol was consumed in total, what the most popular for the males and females was and what the profit margin I earned on each Drink, both Alcoholic and non-Alcoholic was.

I turned a few pages as I continued to scan the pages, taking note of a few things that I would have to look at in depth later, I stopped on the page detailing the usage of drugs and I was absolutely stunned!

Somehow, these people almost completely finished my stash that was supposed to last a few days at least! That is absolutely crazy, I can't believe these people were able to consume that quantity of drugs, considering it was their first time. This quantity will most likely increase as they start building up a tolerance. I have severely underestimated the popularity of these drugs, I mean I had hoped that it would come off well, but this…

If any of them privately contact me to sell some more drugs within the next few days, I won't be able to provide them with any product at all! This could lead to a large number of negative impacts that could potentially influence my current status as well as the connections that I have painstakingly made over the last year, and I can't allow that!

I can somehow tell that today will be yet another hard day of overwork... Sigh, 'Who would have thought that becoming a 'Boss' will require this much work! Can't I just sit back and enjoy the profits . . . I guess I will have to start training some qualified clan members to help me out with some of this crazy workload…'

After reading through all the financial documents, I glance at the black book, swap the pad of paper for the book and open to see what all has been written. This book is filled with all the information that has been gathered during the event, both intentional and unintentional. My employees were told to write down anything they think may be important regardless of how small it may be. This was usually written in a small pad of paper that fits in their pocket and then swapped out for a new pad every once in a while as a Clan member in the back organizes all of the acquired information, sorts it according to level of importance as well as type of information.

This is then compiled into this black book at the end of the night, I am honestly quite surprised at how fast my Clan members were able to complete this book, it couldn't have taken more that two hours considering how fast it has arrived with me. It seems that they segmented the book into parts and started filling in parts during the whole night, but they must have still gone over everything afterward to make sure that everything is in order.

In this book, there are records of certain 'confidential information', such as the income of the large families, what business ventures they are investing in and a few leads that could potentially confirm their involvement in certain … 'shady' deals that are being made. If I am able to confirm some of this, I will have gained some great blackmail material and when the moment is right, I will be able to utilize this information to create the most benefits for me.

I am not quite ready to step into the whole 'blackmail' game just yet, firstly because I am nowhere near powerful enough to be able to reliably threaten even the weakest of families, therefore, what I need to do is secure all of this information and store it up in as safe a place as possible. After that I will need to slowly work on confirming this information, ascertaining weather it is true or not and then gaining as much evidence as possible in order to use at a later stage.

I believe that when I reach a Circle 3 Mage, I will be able to become a true Underground 'Boss', that is when I will finally start truly spreading my influence throughout the city, becoming someone to be feared . . . I have already gotten this far with the whole gang boss thing, may as well aim to become the best right?