CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 29: STATUS, THESE TWO LUXURIOUS WORDS

A fever can be considered an illness, or not.

After all, a fever is just a symptom.

If it becomes severe and the fever doesn’t go down, it could be life-threatening.

But if there are no other complications, just a simple fever.

Once the fever subsides, you’d basically feel as good as new.

If Sean Lowell waits until the next afternoon for the consultation, he faces two situations.

First, Sean Lowell stays at the hospital, and the Lowe-Fairmont Tipples conference goes on as usual, without The Jilted himself or the brewer being present.

Second, Sean Lowell is discharged now, attends the Lowe-Fairmont Tipples conference the next day, and sees an expert for consultation at a suitable time.

Gordon Sterling unhesitatingly chose the first option.

Even though Gordon Sterling knew this would deeply hurt the fans’ emotions and his credibility as a broadcaster.

At first, he personally took to the livestream to spread the news that "The Jilted" would be present.

Within a couple of days, he himself had to debunk it, admitting it was a hoax and not true at all.

Aiming to build a "Liquor Empire," Gordo knows better than anyone the impact of disappointing fans.

But the health of "The Divine Palate" takes precedence over everything.

This is not something any commercial interest can overrule or compromise on.

In fact, if Sean Lowell doesn’t show up tomorrow, what Winters Spirits and Lowe-Fairmont Tipples stand to lose is far more than just the personal credibility of a top comedian.

Based on the explosive nature of the "fake news" previously spread by Gordon Sterling, the head of marketing at Winters Spirits directly expanded the venue capacity from a thousand to eighteen thousand seats.

If not for 18,000 being the maximum expansion limit of the Expo’s main venue, this number would’ve kept rising.

The 19.8 million fans of The Dump Me Alliance have never experienced the artisan flair of The Jilted in real life.

These fans, who have been subjected to "hunger marketing" for five years, are truly relentless when grabbing tickets.

No matter how many tickets are released, they sell out instantly.

The original plan was for a thousand people, considering that Lowe-Fairmont Tipples releases only a thousand bottles annually. If there were more people, no fan present would get one.

But this time is different, The Dump Me Alliance fans no longer have to "see the object to think of the person." They can see Master Sean Lowell himself—whom they’ve longed for five years, and who has never disappointed them.

The allure of an idol’s "figurine" versus the idol himself is clear without saying.

Lowe-Fairmont Tipples conferences have always had a kind of welfare nature.

Ticket prices are uniformly set at eighty bucks, and seats are randomly assigned, like opening a blind box, all based on luck.

On the scalper market, front row seats are hiked up to 8000, yet still hard to get.

An event for a wine priced at only 20.99 gets inflated to infield concert ticket prices for a top pop star.

The support power of The Dump Me Alliance’s 19.8 million fans is genuinely impressive.

"Tomorrow afternoon won’t work for the consultation, there’s a livestream tomorrow." Sean Lowell objected to Gordon Sterling’s agreement to the next day’s consultation without consulting him.

"What does a livestream have to do with you? Are you the broadcaster?" Gordon Sterling was already getting a bit irate.

Even though he had decided not to let Sean Lowell go to the conference, the impending consequences and direct refund losses would surely cause his 340-pound body to shed at least half a pound.

"I promised to do an extra tasting." Sean Lowell expressed his request to Gordo in an exceptionally calm tone.

In this world, nothing excites Master Sean Lowell besides news related to Summer Lowell.

"Does your promise matter? Even if the fans are yours, that livestream room belongs to me, and without my permission, you can’t go in!" Gordo is the broadcaster who holds absolute "control" over the livestream fans.

"I know you’re concerned about me."

"Am I having a bloated moment? Would worrying over you fatten me?" Gordo would never admit he was concerned about Sean Lowell.

He is the most "unscrupulous" manager in history, taking "exploiting" his artist as his mission.

"If something really happens this time, could it be something a single consultation can fix? Wouldn’t it require those precise testing devices and a comparison with my blind tasting proof data at the tasting site, regardless of the issue?"