Raphael, though a bit of a chatterbox, actually had a very pleasing appearance; his face had some baby fat, which made him look very approachable.
However, the Raphael before him now had a cold expression on his soft face, which was quite contradictory, to be honest.
Mike had reason to suspect that if God had seen the Raphael before him, He would have known about the soul-swapping incident.
Of course, this was not Mike's problem to worry about.
After picking up Raphael, he returned the way he came, escorted by the four-winged angel; after passing through the stone archway, the long staircase reappeared before his eyes.
Mike didn't speak on the way back, and Raphael, who followed behind with a cool expression, naturally had no intention of speaking first.
Not until the two passed through the Gates of Heaven and returned to King's Building.
"OMG, Mike, you did it! You brought Crowley back!!!" Crowley, who had remained in the building, showed a happy expression when he saw Mike and Raphael return.
Then, disregarding the look of disgust on Raphael's face, he smiled and went to give him a big hug.
"My friend, how was your trip to Heaven? The angels didn't bully you, did they? You know, I've been worrying about you all this time..."
After seeing his good friend again after many days, Crowley naturally couldn't avoid a lot of nagging.
It was precisely in his friend's incessant chatter that Raphael's originally cool expression softened somewhat.
Similarly, he also learned from his friend that Mike's trip to Heaven this time was to "save" him.
"Thank you."
After a conversation with his friend, Raphael solemnly came before Mike and thanked him.
Mike waved his hand, indicating no need for thanks; he actually had a good impression of this great demon, who was outwardly cool but inwardly gentle.
Helping was just a matter of convenience.
"We're all family here, you really don't need to be so polite. If Mike ever has trouble in the future, we certainly won't stand by and do nothing. Right?" At this moment, Crowley also walked over and spoke in a boisterous manner.
While speaking, he didn't forget to wink and raise his eyebrows at his good friend.
That expression looked somewhat comical no matter how you viewed it.
"If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know. I'll help no matter what the situation is." Under his friend's urging, Raphael once again seriously gave Mike his promise.
As a great demon, Crowley always did more than he said.
To express his feelings like this was already very rare.
"That's right, Crowley. Don't always wear a sullen face; you need to learn to open your heart..." Raphael, looking at his good friend who had taken over his body, suddenly found it very interesting.
So, he stepped forward and tugged at his good friend's cheek. "Come on, smile!"
How should one put this? The feeling of pulling one's own cheek was indeed very strange.
It made the lively Raphael somewhat addicted.
"Stop it!" Crowley slapped away his friend's mischievous hand and said seriously, "Now that our punishment is over, it's time to swap our bodies back."
Watching his friend make all sorts of frivolous and mischievous gestures with his own body, Crowley, who was known for his coolness, wasn't exactly angry, but he still felt strange inside.
How to describe this feeling? Probably embarrassment...
"Isn't this situation quite good right now? I still want to play here with Mike for two more days!" Raphael, in Crowley's body, began to habitually act cute and spoiled.
He tried to make his good friend soft-hearted and let him play for two more days.
He just got one thing wrong: in the past, when he acted cute and spoiled towards his good friend, there were no other people around.
Given Crowley's tsundere personality, he would have agreed.
But now, there was Mike, an audience member, present.
At this moment, Mike was playing with a Fruit of Fortuna while smiling like an auntie, watching Raphael and Crowley.
The intention of being a spectator was too obvious.
...
"No, we must swap our bodies back immediately!" Crowley, being watched, now felt a sense of social death.
This feeling was even more uncomfortable than the Hellfire he had endured before.
"Okay, I knew you disliked me..." Raphael pouted, pretending to be very hurt.
Then, he smiled and waved at Mike, saying goodbye, "Well then, Mike, see you next time!"
Then, with Crowley's impatient expression, Raphael opened a spatial portal.
The other end of the spatial portal was London; the two were probably going to find that soul-swapping spell to swap their bodies back.
As the two left, King's Building also became quiet.
It's true, even though Raphael was a chatterbox, he was indeed good at creating an atmosphere.
Of course, Mike didn't need that kind of socially awkward "liveliness"; let Crowley enjoy it alone.
Mike, having put away the Fruit of Fortuna again, leisurely went to the rooftop pool.
It was almost the end of the year now; Jessie and the other girls were busy with work at the company, while the three girls from The Plastics had gone to support MJ's new album.
Caroline was starting a business, Collins was in school, and Mia and Paige were abroad.
In short, King's Building was very "quiet" now.
Looking at the spacious top floor, Mike thought for a moment and then called Chris.
"Chris, what do you think about me forming a dance troupe now?"
Chris, who was swamped with end-of-year work:...
The King Investment Group, which had now transitioned into the physical industry, had stabilized its footing in the current economic depression thanks to Mike's keen business acumen from before.
However, this was not enough; to continue expanding the King Investment Group amidst economic downturns, Collison still had many things to consider.
Therefore, upon receiving such a nonsensical call from Mike, Chris was stunned for a while.
After confirming that his boss wasn't joking, he analyzed, "With your current assets, forming a dance troupe is easy. It's just that I don't know what your requirements are for a dance troupe?"
Mike and Chris were not only superior and subordinate but also good friends who had come a long way together. Chris understood Mike's "nature" quite well.
Of course, for rich people, being a playboy wasn't considered a flaw.
"Young... beautiful... preferably with some dance foundation. Of course, if they're beautiful enough, no dance foundation is fine... Also, help me recruit a few dance teachers, the kind who can perform classical dance..." Mike stated his requirements for his private dance troupe.
He earned so much money and was so powerful, what was wrong with enjoying himself?
Thinking of his experience in Heaven this time, Mike also had a reference point for enjoyment. "Oh, and Chris. Also help me recruit a group of people who can play musical instruments, with the same requirements."
Having reached this point, Mike simply stopped pretending.
Chris:...
"Okay, boss. As soon as I finish my current work, I'll arrange it for you immediately!"
What could Chris do? Of course, he had to meet his boss's demands.
Moreover, looking on the bright side.
In the current economic downturn, Mike's idea of forming a dance troupe could at least provide many job opportunities for beautiful ladies in need of help.
"OK, your work comes first. I'm not in a hurry here, really not in a hurry..." Mike considerately comforted Chris for a couple of sentences before hanging up the phone.
...
Even though Mike said he wasn't in a hurry, Chris still managed to post recruitment information for the Kings Dance Troupe in his spare time.
While the King Investment Group was focusing on physical industries, it also launched several affordable common foods like hamburgers, donuts, and fried chicken.
It gave back to the public at a loss-making price during the Great Depression.
This also gave the King Investment Group a decent reputation among the public.
Now that such a good and conscientious company was hiring, it immediately attracted the attention of many people, especially those girls who met the requirements and needed "help."
Many girls who felt lost in life thus gained a goal to strive for.
It could be said that Mike, without his knowledge, once again acted as a great benefactor.