Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 91

After wrapping up the call with Mike, Ethan strode into the shopping mall fully, he can’t waste anymore ti when he needs to get so good clothes.

imdiately his eyes start scanning the racks for the perfect outfit. It didn’t take long for him to spot casual clothes that caught his eyes a pair of dark wash jeans, a fitted white t-shirt, with a sleek leather jacket. Simple, yet stylish.

With a grin, Ethan scooped up the clothes and headed for the cashier. However, to his surprise, it was the sa employee who had helped him pick out the necklace the other day. The lady’s face lit up with recognition, and she quickly ushered Ethan towards a private room in the back of the store.

"The manager will want to see you,"

she said, her voice tinged with excitent.

"You’re kind of a big deal around here now, everyone’s been dying to et you."

Hearing what the lady just said Ethan raised an eyebrow, curious he never wanted to honor the request but out of curiosity he decided to follow.

He followed the cashier without protest.

As they entered the private room, Ethan found himself in the midst of a group of well-dressed individuals, all of whom were eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and disdain written all over their faces.

They were surrounded by racks of designer clothes, many of which Ethan had never seen before - limited edition pieces that hadn’t even hit the market yet.

upon seeing Ethan and the lady the manager’s face darkened as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing , his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Why have you brought this person here?"

She asked the cashier, her voice sharp with disapproval because she knows only the elite are allowed access into the special room.

imdiately the cashier quickly introduced Ethan, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"This is the young man I was telling you about, Ma. The one who made the largest donation for the charity drive program. He also purchased that expensive suit and necklace the sa day."

Upon hearing what the cashier just said.

The manager’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from annoyance to surprise in a matter of seconds. "Is that so?"

she murmured, studying Ethan with newfound interest.

As the cashier excused herself, the manager turned to the rest of the group, a bright smile plastered on her face.

"Ladies and gentlen, allow to introduce you to our current top donor. This young man has shown an extraordinary level of generosity, contributing to our cause."

imdiately a collective gasp rippled through the room, followed by a flurry of whispers they couldn’t believe what they just heard.

One man, who had previously held the title of top donor, spoke up, his voice dripping with skepticism, he knew Ethan’s donation would have exceeded his with so few thousand dollars.

Out of curiosity he was forced to ask.

"How much did he donate, that made him the top donor"

The manager however kept quiet for so seconds before she said.

"He donated five million dollars"

Upon hearing what the man just said to the manager, the man couldn’t help but repeat what he just heard.

"Five million you say? From a kid like this? Surely there must be so mistake."

The manager hesitated, then shook her head.

"No mistake. This young man has shown a level of philanthropy rarely seen, especially from soone so young."

At that mont Ethan could feel the weight of everyone’s stares on him, but he held his head high as he took a seat among them. Despite the manager’s glowing introduction of him, he could sense the group’s reluctance to fully accept him.

His faded clothes and youthful appearance clearly set him apart from them.

The eting continued, with five different outfits displayed in the center of the room. The manager called upon the spokespeople representing each brand to give their pitches once more, now that Ethan has joined them, she is going to give him the respect he deserves.

Four of the five declined not wanting to repeat their speech again, but one man, representing a new, lesser-known company, stood up to give it another go.

His clothes samples were simple, lacking the flashy designs and embellishnts of the others. He explained that their target demographic was mature adults and professionals, those who valued understated elegance over trending clothes.

The rest of the group seed skeptical, arguing that no self-respecting adult would want to wear sothing so plain, adorned with nothing more than a simple logo. It would make them feel like corporate staff of so company.

The spokesperson pressed on, undeterred. He argued that while fancy, eye-catching clothes had their place - at clubs and society events - they weren’t practical for everyday wear. Most adults, he reasoned, would prefer sothing more subdued, sothing that exuded quiet confidence and maturity.

As he finished his pitch, the room fell silent, all eyes turning to Ethan wanting to hear what he was going to say.

To their surprise Ethan spoke up in support of the spokesperson’s vision.

"He’s right,"

Ethan said, his voice calm and assured.

"Sotis, less is more. Flashy designs can feel out of place in certain settings, almost disrespectful in so kind of situation. But a well-made, simple outfit? That’s sothing you can wear anywhere, and still feel put-together and confident."

He pointed to the enduring popularity of suits and sports jerseys as examples.

"At the end of the day everyone will buy their favorite jerseys, not minding how sample it to looks, but at the sa ti no one’s going to sleep in their club clothes,"

he argued.

"But a comfortable, stylish casual outfit? That’s sothing you can wear again and again, in all sorts of situations."

upon hearing what Ethan just said the spokesperson bead at Ethan, grateful for the support. But one of the other attendees spoke up, playing devil’s advocate.

The top donor before Ethan.

"Sports jerseys sell because of the athletes and teams they represent," he countered.

"People buy them out of loyalty and admiration for the players and teams. For a casual clothing line to succeed, it would need a massive promotional push. Otherwise, it’ll just fade away just like so many others I have seen."

Ethan then turned to the spokesperson, with a glint of determination in his eye.

"I want to be the first to wear your clothes,"

he declared.

"In fact, I want them now."

The spokesperson hesitated, then with a low apologetic voice he said. "I’m sorry Sir , but we can’t release them early unless you hold a stake in the project. It’s against company policy."

Without wasting anymore ti Ethan said.

"Then how much for the entire project?"