Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

A week had passed, and Ethan sat at the head of a long conference table, the room filled with the buzz of conversation and the hum of presentations.

Managers from his various companies were seated around him, their focus fixed on the screens displaying charts and projections. Ethan had been busy—too busy.

In just a few weeks, he had added two more companies to his portfolio, diversifying his empire further. Yet, even with these acquisitions, one notable company, GRR, remained off the list.

He'd thought about it long and hard. GRR's resources and capabilities were tempting, but there was something else tugging at his thoughts. If the brewing tensions in the neighboring country escalated into war, he would have an opportunity—a responsibility, perhaps.

'if it comes to that,' he thought, his gaze distant for a moment, 'I'll find a way to supply food to them for free.' It wasn't about profit; it was about strategy and impact.

The meeting continued, each manager presenting their goals and strategies for the next fiscal year. By the end, a unanimous conclusion had been reached: they would aim to generate one trillion dollars in revenue within the next two years. The ambitious target hung in the air, a testament to Ethan's growing influence and the drive of his team.

As the room began to clear, Ethan remained seated, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. The number echoed in his mind: one trillion. It was a monumental goal, but it felt like a drop in the ocean compared to what he needed to ascend to the next level.

'Five trillion dollars.'

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. The system's demands weighed heavily on him, an almost impossible benchmark that seemed designed to push him to his limits.

'At this rate,'he thought,his mind racing through projections and strategies, 'it's going to take me a hell of a long time.'

The room fell silent as the last worker walked out, remaining only the managers. leaving Ethan alone with the managers, the enormity of his goals pressing down on him like an invisible force.

At that moment the air in the room grew heavier as Ethan remained silent, his piercing gaze sweeping across the table.

The managers exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what was coming. Finally, Ethan leaned forward, his fingers steepled, and his voice broke the silence with deliberate calmness.

"Is there a way to make five trillion dollars in less than a year?" he asked, his tone even but carrying an unmistakable weight.

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The words hit the room like a thunderclap.

Every manager froze, their expressions shifting from confusion to disbelief. A few mouths opened as if to speak, but no sound came. It was an audacious question, one that no one had anticipated.

Even though they have an idea, but it wasn't good enough, and knowing Ethan a close worker to the Goldy investor, they didn't want to make a mistake.

Finally, someone found the courage to respond—a middle-aged man with a nervous chuckle.

"Well, if we had… significantly more money to invest in our current budgets, maybe—just maybe—we could pull something like that off. But that's wishful thinking."

However his attempt to lighten the mood was met with silence as everyone realized Ethan wasn't joking.

Ethan's gaze locked onto him, unflinching. "How much more?" he asked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room.

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The man blinked, caught completely off guard. He hesitated, glancing around the table as if searching for backup. When no one else spoke, he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Uh… well, hypothetically speaking," he began, his voice faltering under Ethan's steady stare, "maybe… a trillion dollars?"

His words hung in the air like a loaded gun.

However the room remained eerily quiet, everyone waiting for Ethan's reaction. The man shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face pale as he realized Ethan was seriously considering the possibility.

At that moment Ethan leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

The silence that followed wasn't just tension—it was the sound of plans being formed, strategies taking root in Ethan's mind.

The weight of his words lingered, leaving everyone in the room uncertain of what would happen next.

At that moment the man chuckled nervously, believing he had thrown out a number so absurd it would make Ethan reconsider. A trillion dollars? Surely that would make anyone back down. Even the other managers seemed to collectively lean back in their seats, their expressions a mix of unease and silent agreement.

At that moment Ethan leaned forward instead, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Submit the report to Naomi," he said, his tone calm yet decisive.

"If the plan works, the Goldy investor will invest a trillion dollars."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The room froze, every set of eyes widening in shock. Ethan's words carried no hesitation, no trace of doubt. He wasn't joking—he was dead serious.

Ethan didn't stop there. He turned his sharp gaze back to the man who had spoken, his expression unreadable but his voice steady. "And if it works," he continued, "you'll get promoted—with a hefty salary increase to match."

Immediately Ethan said those words the silence that followed was deafening, the sheer gravity of his statement leaving the room stunned. One manager nearly dropped their pen, fumbling to catch it as if the motion might break the spell of disbelief hanging in the air.
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"Wait, what?" the man finally managed to stammer, his voice cracking slightly.

"A trillion dollars? You're serious?"

Ethan nodded once, leaning back in his chair with the composure of someone discussing routine business.

"I don't waste words," he replied simply.

At that moment the other managers exchanged incredulous glances, their disbelief palpable. A trillion dollars? He's just going to invest that? they thought. It was one thing to talk about massive investments in theory, but Ethan wasn't just talking—he was acting.

And then there was the promotion, a reward so lavish it felt unreal. The man who had hesitantly thrown out the trillion-dollar figure now sat there stunned, his face a mixture of disbelief and dawning realization. The weight of what Ethan had just offered was sinking in, and for a moment, no one knew what to say.

At that moment Ethan's gaze swept across the room one final time, his voice cutting through their shock.

"If you're all as capable as you claim to be, this shouldn't be a problem. Get to work."