Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 112

Steve, was the one who had called out the initial bid of one million dollars.

He wanted to set the bar high right off the bat, to intimidate any potential competitors and ensure that only the big players would be left in the ga, that was his reason for being a co-organizer.

But before the auctioneer could even acknowledge Steve’s bid, another voice rang out from the crowd.

"1.1 million dollars!"

The bid had been raised, just like that.

Suddenly, the room erupted into a frenzy of activities. Bids started flowing in fast, each one higher than the last.

"2 million!"

"2.5 million!"

"3 million!"

The numbers climbed higher and higher, until finally, the entertainnt mogul raised her paddle.

"4 million dollars."

she declared, her voice ringing out clear and strong.

Upon hearing what she just said the room fell silent, everyone turning

to stare at her with a surprised look Written in their faces.

She couldn’t help but smile, as she raised her shoulders a little.

Seeing no one is even thinking of challenging her, she said to herself.

’Without being told I can tell the staff could be a ga-changer for my company.’

she said calmly as the smile on her face keeps getting brighter.

’Imagine the buzz it would generate, the publicity. It would be a priceless addition to our marketing strategy.’

At that mont the auctioneer gazed around and said again.

"Anyone else ready to match her bid?"

He gazed around but couldn’t see anyone.

He Nodded, clearly impressed by the amount it had generated.

He raised his gavel, ready to close the deal.

"4 million dollars, going once, going twice..."

But before he could bring the gavel down, the transportation tycoon’s hand shot up.

"5 million dollars!"

he called out, his eyes gleaming with determination.

imdiately everyone turned to stare at him, their mouths opened with surprise.

He just shrugged, with a sly grin spreading across his face.

He has given it enough thought, and he sees it as another opportunity for his company.

’co to think about it’

he said to himself.

’People would flock to our headquarters just to catch a glimpse of this legendary artifact. It would be like a tourist attraction in its own right. And if they believe it has the power to prolong life? They wouldn’t mind paying to have a touch of it, or to have it bless their vehicles. It’s a win-win situation, for the company and I’m ready to make good use of it’

Hearing the five million dollars the room buzzed with excited murmurs, people nodding and whispering to each other.

But before anyone else could place a bid, the transport magnate raised his paddle once more.

"I have increased my bid from 5 to 7 million dollars."

he said, his voice calm and steady knowing it would be difficult to beat his recent bid.

imdiately the room went dead silent.

Everyone stared at him, their eyes wide with disbelief, they couldn’t believe what they were hearing.

He just smiled, with a cold, calculating look.

’It occurred to that this staff could be the ultimate promotional tool for my company.

Imagine the headlines, the press coverage. It would be a marketing coup like no other, it’s a must get and with 7 million dollars, no one would attempt to co close"

For a mont, no one could speak. The tension in the room was so thick, you could have cut it with a knife.

But then, just when it seed like the transport magnate had sealed the deal, the dia mogul’s paddle went up once more.

"10 million dollars."

she said, her voice ringing out like a gunshot.

again the room erupted into chaos, people shouting and gasping and shaking their heads in disbelief.

"10 million dollars? For a wooden staff? It’s unheard of, it’s unthinkable."

one of the guests said.

But the dia mogul just smiled, she doesn’t want to give anyone the impression she wants it because of her business, so she has to co up with sothing.

"It’s for my grandfather,"

she explained, her tone soft with fake Sincerity.

"His birthday is coming up, and I can’t think of any greater gift than this. No price is too high for the family."

Hearing what she just said, the room fell silent once more, everyone staring at her in stunned admiration.

No one dared to raise their paddle again, or even dare to think of challenging her bid.

It was simply too much, too extre.

At that mont the auctioneer cleared his throat, his eyes widened with excitent.

"10 million dollars,"

he called out, his voice trembling slightly.

"Going once, going twice..."

But just then, Ethan leaned over to Naomi, his voice low and urgent. "Raise your paddle."

he whispered, under the masks his eyes blazing with intensity.

"Raise it now."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said Naomi’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock.

"What?"

She hissed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you insane? I can’t afford it..."

But Ethan just shook his head, with a small, secretive smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Trust ,"

he said, his tone brooking no argunt.

"Raise your paddle, and bid 100 million dollars."

hearing what Ethan just said Naomi felt like she had been punched in the gut.

100 million dollars? It was an astronomical sum, a figure that defied comprehension, but here it’s just like a waste.

She shook her head, her hand trembling as she lowered her paddle.

The auctioneer’s eyes flicked to her, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Ma’am?"

He called out, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Are you placing a bid, or...?"

But Naomi just sat there, frozen in place, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn’t do it, couldn’t bring herself to make such an outrageous, reckless move.

At that mont the room erupted into laughter, people pointing and snickering and shaking their heads. The dia mogul smiled, she knows even the so-called godfather can’t beat her on this, She had won, and she knew it.

But Ethan just leaned in closer, his breath hot against Naomi’s ear.

"Do it,"

He whispered, his voice low and intense.

"Trust , Naomi. I have the money. This is our chance to make a statent, to show these people what we’re really made of."

However Naomi hesitated for a mont longer, her heart pounding in her chest. But at the sa ti she can’t disobey Ethan, not in a public place like this, but slowly she raised her paddle once more.

"50 million dollars."