I Inherited Trillions, Now What?

Jensen Huang sat at his sleek, polished desk, surrounded by walls of glass that offered a panoramic view of Silicon Valley's sprawling tech haven. The glow from the monitor before him cast sharp shadows under his furrowed brow, the weight of his thoughts pressing against him. For the first time in years, the power that once radiated from him now felt fragile. His fingers drummed nervously on the desk, a subtle sign of the storm brewing inside.

The market cap of NVIDIA had hit an all-time high of $1.5 trillion. On paper, it should have been a moment of triumph. But in Jensen's mind, this was no celebration—it was a disaster in the making. Two financial giants—Blackwell Investments and BlackRock—had entered a deadly arms race for NVIDIA's shares. The volume of stock they were purchasing was sending the price spiraling upward at an unsustainable pace. The market was bubbling, and Jensen knew from experience: bubbles always burst.

He exhaled slowly, his mind working overtime to calculate the ramifications. If the stock price collapsed, it would wipe out not just his wealth, but the legacy of everything he'd built. It wasn't just about the numbers; it was about control—the kind of control that Blackwell and BlackRock were now fighting to seize.

The door to his office opened with a soft click, and in walked two men. The first was Henry Tsai, the Senior Vice President of Technology, the one person who truly understood the heartbeat of NVIDIA's core. The second was Edward Lau, the co-founder who had long since left the company. Edward was a man of leisure now, living off the dividends of his once-powerful shares, but Jensen knew all too well that a man's past could haunt him when money was at stake.

"Jensen," Edward greeted, a casual smile on his lips. "What's the emergency? I've got better things to do than sit around here."

Jensen didn't even bother with pleasantries. "Have you been following the market, Edward?" he asked, his voice sharp. "Blackwell and BlackRock are playing a dangerous game with NVIDIA's shares. They're inflating the stock price, and if this continues, we're heading straight for a massive correction."

Edward, ever the optimist, shrugged nonchalantly. "My shares have never been worth more. I'm not seeing a problem here."

Henry's lips tightened, his voice low but firm. "That's because you're not looking at the bigger picture. The buying pressure is unsustainable. The only reason the price is up is because Blackwell and BlackRock are acquiring in massive quantities. When the buying stops, the market will correct, and our shares could take a nosedive. Do you understand the risk, Edward?"

Jensen leaned forward, his steely eyes locking onto both of them. "I called you here because between the three of us, we control roughly 5% of the company. Add the employee stock pool, and that's 10%. If we don't stand firm, Blackwell could force their way onto the board, and once that happens, they'll have the power to dictate terms. We can't let that happen."

Edward's face twisted into a smirk, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his chair. "And what if I told you I've been offered $12 billion for my shares? That's a 70% premium on their projected market value. I'd be stupid not to take it."

Henry shot up from his seat, his voice a sharp bark. "What? You're seriously considering selling? Your entire life's work—everything we've built—just to make a quick buck?"

Edward didn't flinch. "You guys keep talking about the risk of the stock collapsing, but right now, I'm holding a golden ticket. That kind of money would set up my family for generations. Why shouldn't I cash out?"

Jensen's jaw clenched. "Who's making this offer?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

Edward hesitated but eventually relented. "Blackwell."

Henry's face contorted with disgust. "Blackwell? Are you out of your mind? You're going to sell to them?"

"I've been out of the game for over a decade, Henry. I'm okay with it. I've made my peace," Edward said, rising from his chair. "I'm informing you now—I'm selling. I suggest you two do the same, I hope you two don't regret it later."

Without another word, Edward turned and left the room, leaving the two men in stunned silence.

"Traitor," Henry muttered under his breath.

Jensen exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "What now?" he asked, his tone heavy with the weight of the situation.

"We still have 9.5% between us and the employee stock. The board is with us. We've got the leverage," Henry said, trying to sound confident, though the doubt lingered in his eyes.

Jensen nodded slowly, his mind calculating the next steps. "We control the board. We keep them in line. Vanguard, State Street, and the smaller investors—they're all neutral but supportive. BlackRock's presence is a concern, but they've remained quiet so far. We need to focus on holding our ground."

Before Henry could respond, the door opened once again. This time, it was Mark Lin, the Chief Financial Officer, and he didn't look good.

"What is it?" Jensen asked, his voice sharp as he tried to maintain composure.

"Sir, the Blackwells have just crossed the 5% threshold and filed their papers with the SEC," Mark reported, his face tense. "They're requesting a seat on the board."

Jensen felt a cold sweat break out on his neck. "Are they still buying shares?" he asked, his voice betraying the urgency of the moment.

"Yes, their portfolio was at 5.2% when I got here," Mark replied, his voice faltering. "And BlackRock?"

"6.5% and still going," Mark answered, his words a hammer strike. "They show no signs of slowing down."

Jensen exhaled sharply, feeling the walls close in around him. "What about the federal regulators? What are the SEC, FTC, and DOJ doing?"

"They're following the law, sir," Mark said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Jensen slammed his fist on the desk, his anger boiling over. "Bullshit. The law is a tool, not a shield. They'll let these giants bleed us dry."

Henry shot him a worried glance. "What are we going to do now? The Blackwells want a seat on the board. If Edward sells to them, they'll have enough to demand it."

Jensen stood up slowly, his face hardening with resolve. "We need to fight back, and we need a giant of our own."

Henry's eyes widened. "You don't mean—"

Jensen ignored him, picking up his phone and dialing with precision.

Jensen's expression steeled. "We are up against Blackwell and BlackRock. If we're going to survive this, we need a financial giant of ours. And I know exactly who to call."

Henry, unable to contain his worry, spoke out again. "Jensen, if you call them, it could make everything worse. What if they also join the race? What if they inflate the bubble even further?"

Jensen's gaze didn't waver. "That's a risk I'll have to take."

The tension in the room thickened as the line rang. Finally, a voice picked up.

"Hello, this is..."

The game had just begun.