Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 273

After giving it enough thought Ethan decided to play along.

For sure reason bracelets tells him old master silver wasn't truthful.

"Okay I think I'm kind of interested, since you're willing to clear the parts."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

old master Silver smirked, satisfied with Ethan's response. His sharp eyes glinted with cunning as he leaned slightly closer, as if sealing a pact. "I knew you were a man of vision, Ethan," he said, his voice laced with confidence. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"The process is straightforward. I'll have my people identify the smaller shareholders. They're desperate to sell, and most of them don't even realize what's happening. Once the transactions are set, you'll swoop in and buy their shares at a bargain."

At that mont Ethan nodded slowly, masking his thoughts behind a calm expression. What's your angle, old man? Nobody gives out such golden opportunities without a hefty price to pay.

Imdiately the old master continued, oblivious to Ethan's internal calculations. "For the remaining 3 percent, I'll arrange a eting with the shareholder. Convincing them won't be easy, but I've dealt with them before. A significant sum of money—and perhaps a touch of persuasion—should do the trick."

At that mont Ethan folded his arms, appearing contemplative. "And in exchange?" he asked bluntly, his sharp gaze fixed on the old master.

Imdiately the old man's smile widened, though there was a hint of nace beneath it. "Oh, I don't need much," he said casually, waving a hand. "Just a small cut of the future profits—a re 10 percent once you start reaping the benefits. A fair trade, don't you think?"

Upon hearing what old master silver said.

Ethan's mind churned. So that's the ga. He wants a stake in sothing he doesn't even own, leveraging his connections to bind to him. The thought of the old man profiting off his success only fueled Ethan's hidden desire to eliminate him. But for now, he played along.

At that mont Ethan bracelets wasn't saying otherwise which ans old master silver was planning sothing else, it wasn't over yet.

"Fine," Ethan said after a deliberate pause, his tone asured. "Ten percent. But I need this handled discreetly. I don't want anyone linking to these transactions until it's all finalized."

The old master chuckled.

"Of course, of course. Discretion is key. Leave everything to , and you'll be in control of GRR in no ti."

At that mont Ethan forced a small smile, though his mind was elsewhere.

'You think you're pulling the strings, old man. But soon, you'll find yourself dangling from them.'

"Let's move quickly then," Ethan said, standing up. "The sooner this is done, the better."

The old master rose as well, offering a handshake.

However Ethan hesitated briefly before accepting it, his grip firm but controlled.

At that mont Ethan's resolve solidified—he would play this ga to the end, but it wouldn't be the old master who walked away victorious.

However rembering sothing important old master Silver said with a low persuasive tone as he leaned back in his chair, the glint in his eyes sharper than before.

" Mr.Godly Investor I would introduce you to an Organization call the Circle, they would make everything so easy for you, isn't just any group. These are the n who make things happen in this country—politics, business, everything. Their reach is vast, their power unmatched. If you want those shares, they can make it seamless. All they require is for you to have the funds ready. The Circle handles the rest."

At that mont Ethan's face remained neutral, but his thoughts churned with intensity.

'So this is the leverage you've been holding onto, old man. You think bringing into your web will cent your position, but you've underestimated .'

Ethan said to himself.

His jaw tightened briefly, the motion subtle but deliberate.

'If I take the old man out, the Circle won't just retaliate against . They'll destroy everyone tied to —Serenity, the York family, even Naomi. It won't end with . They'll scorch everything I've touched.'

The old master continued, oblivious to Ethan's inner storm. "The Circle values people like you, Godly Investor. Visionaries with the resources to act. If you're introduced to them, your path to the top becos inevitable."

At that mont Ethan exhaled slowly, his gaze unflinching as he studied the old master.

'You want to bind to the Circle, but you've just handed sothing far more valuable—knowledge. If I dismantle the Circle, there won't be anyone left to hunt , or anyone I care about. They think they're untouchable, but nothing is permanent. Not power, not influence.'

At that mont Ethan nodded slowly, his face calm and unreadable.

"Where exactly will I find these people?" he asked, his tone steady, though his mind was calculating every angle.

Imdiately The old master of the Silver family leaned forward, sliding a small piece of paper across the table. The address was written in a sharp, neat script. "This is where you'll et them," the old master said. "Don't be late, and rember—these aren't the kind of people who tolerate mistakes."

Ethan picked up the paper, glancing at it briefly before slipping it into his pocket. His gaze flicked back to the old master. "You've gone through quite a bit of effort to set this up," Ethan said again. "What are you expecting to gain from it?"

Then The old master of the Silver family smirked, his confidence returning. "Nothing too much," he said smoothly. "I just want ten percent of the profits you'll make from the food sales once the contracts roll in."

Again Ethan raised an eyebrow. Ten percent sounded insignificant—almost laughable—unless the scale of the war and the deals that followed were truly monuntal. You're not telling everything, old man, Ethan thought. But that's fine. You'll get your cut—until you don't.

"Ten percent," Ethan repeated aloud, nodding. "Sounds reasonable. You've got a deal."

They exchanged numbers, the old master handing Ethan a card with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. As Ethan pocketed the card, the old master leaned back in his chair, his tone turning serious. "One more thing, Ethan. You need to co alone. Just like you did today. No backup, no entourage."

"Of course."