Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

However he knew they wouldn't make mention of his grandmother, however he noted the way the others nodded in agreement, their masked faces adding an ominous weight to the master's words.

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The old master continued, his tone growing darker.

"You may have heard whispers of the impending conflict in our neighboring country. That war is not a coincidence. It is something we orchestrated, something we made possible through carefully placed influence. That war will make us unimaginably rich because our companies are poised to provide the resources and services that will be needed. The destruction will line our pockets."

Still Ethan didn't react, though his mind churned. The scope of their power was both impressive and deeply unsettling knowing innocent people would lose their life's because of some greedy old bastards.

At that moment the old master leaned forward slightly.

"But there is one problem. One company that stands to benefit immensely from this war is GRR. They will be contracted to provide food supplies, earning billions in the process. GRR is the missing piece in our plan."

At that moment Ethan raised an eyebrow, finally speaking.

"If you're so powerful as you claimed, why haven't you acquired GRR already?"

A low chuckle rippled through the group, the old master shaking his head.

"It's not that simple. We could have acquired it, yes, but that would have drawn attention to us. We don't take risks that expose us involved in the war. Moreover, we need a new member—someone with a strong foundation, someone with influence, someone who can act as the face of this acquisition. That's where you come in."

At that moment the old master of the Silver family gestured toward one of the masked figures, who slid a thick document across the table toward Ethan. The document's weight echoed faintly as it landed in front of him. Ethan leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together, his face unreadable.

"I see," Ethan said slowly, not bothering to open the contract. His eyes scanned the faces behind the masks, searching for any hint of emotion.

"But before I even consider becoming one of you, I need to know—what do I stand to gain?"

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The old master's eyes sparkled behind his mask, clearly expecting the question.

"You will gain more than you've ever dreamed of, godly investor," he replied smoothly. "First, you'll benefit directly from the profits of the upcoming war. GRR will fall under your control, and the billions it will earn will be yours to manage. But that's just the beginning."

Ethan tilted his head slightly, indicating he was listening but unimpressed. The old master leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone.

"You'll also have influence—real influence. We don't just control companies; we control the government. The president himself answers to us. If you doubt me, we can call him right now."

Immediately the room fell silent at that moment, and Ethan's gaze hardened as he studied the master. It wasn't just the arrogance of the claim—it was the certainty in the old master's tone that struck him. The other masked figures nodded in agreement, their silent affirmation adding weight to the claim.

At that moment Ethan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his mind racing. The power they were offering wasn't just financial—it was the kind that could topple nations, however he wasn't the kind to be interested in this.

The air in the room grew heavier after the call ended. Ethan's mind raced as he processed what he had just witnessed. The president of the country—someone supposed to be the highest authority—was reduced to nothing more than a puppet, agreeing to ensure that only the Circle's companies would profit from the impending chaos.

One of the masked figures leaned back in his chair, his voice sharp and deliberate. "Well, Mr. Godly Investor, now that you've seen how far our influence extends, it's time for you to decide. Will you sign the contract and join us?"

At that moment the old master of the Silver family chuckled, leaning closer to Ethan.

"It's a straightforward choice. With this signature, you'll cement your place among the most powerful people in the country. Without it…" He let the sentence hang in the air, the implication clear.

Then the old master of the Silver family clasped his hands together, a smile creeping across his face as if he had won.

"Godly Investor," he said, his voice heavy with satisfaction, "you're making the right choice. When you sign this contract, you solidify your legacy. You've proven yourself wise—a man who thinks about future generations, not just the fleeting gains of the present."

Then Ethan leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable. He let the old master's words settle in the room, the silence amplifying their weight. Finally, he nodded, his tone calm yet deliberate.

"Okay," he said. "I'll sign the contract. I'll join you."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The Circle members seemed to relax slightly, their masked faces turning toward Ethan in anticipation. The tension in the room lightened, but Ethan wasn't finished. "But before I do," he added, his voice cutting through the air like a blade, "don't you think I should know who I'm dealing with? You ask me to commit everything I have to this, to you. The least you can do is take off the masks and show me your faces and I will do same."

At that moment the room stiffened instantly. The atmosphere shifted back into unease as the masked members glanced at one another. Whispers rippled around the table, low murmurs that Ethan couldn't quite make out.

Then one of the Circle members finally broke the silence, his voice muffled but sharp.

"And why would that matter, Godly Investor? You already know our power. Faces shouldn't concern you when the influence behind them is what truly matters."

However Ethan's gaze didn't waver. "Power is only as good as the people wielding it," he replied, his tone steady but firm. "If I'm going to stake my reputation, my resources, and my life on this agreement, I need to know who I'm entrusting them to. Trust isn't built behind masks."