"Landing on the sun wouldn't be bad either. The sun's surface is only 6,000 degrees, after all. But everything I do has to have meaning."
"Landing on the sun has no meaning. Even building a Dyson Sphere wouldn't require landing on the sun." Wenren Sheng shook his head.
"Then what do you need tens of trillions for?" the young man asked curiously.
He should be called the Stock God now.
"To test just how much capacity money has. Look, this is a world of technology. Let's see what can be achieved by focusing a massive amount of money on technology."
"Don't you think that's interesting?" Wenren Sheng said with a smile.
Hearing this, the Stock God suddenly felt very insignificant.
Look at what he had done before. Once he had earned a few hundred million, he started buying cars and houses and chasing women...
Too vulgar.
His tastes had been too low.
He had even been smug about it, thinking that the money he earned was now just a number.
Then look at this man. Tens of trillions were nothing to him.
Focusing on technology, to see just how much money could accomplish.
Indeed, humanity's greatest miracle was science.
The development of science had sent people to the moon and enabled humanity to conquer many diseases.
He suddenly felt himself rally.
That was right. He had to make money properly.
He would earn all that money back from useless people and pour it into technology.
To see how far it could go! But in the next moment—
When he tried to get up, he found that he could only raise his head with great difficulty.
He tilted his head and looked at his limbs, which were tightly wrapped in bandages.
He remembered that after the accident, both his arms had