“What the hell!” I exclaimed, gagged my mouth with my trembling hands and used my shocked eyes to comb around the room as I dared to see much of the money which were evenly scattered on the floor of the other corner of the room.
“Welcome to my vault, son,” my father intoned, waving his chubby hands across the room , leaving me exclaiming and walking around to survey the innumerable amount of money , which would need a counting machine to calculate.
“Oh my father! Oh my father! What the hell am I seeing?” I kept exclaiming and almost squealing in joy as I walked around this stretched room which was far way longer and wider than any hall one could think of.
I left my father, prancing from shelf to shelf, clenching hold of these bundles of dollars and a pounds, untying them and tossing them in the air as they flew in their number and rained down on me.
“This is money! Oh my God! What the hell is happening to me again? Father!” I exclaimed and pulled down on my knees as I raised my hands in the air in praise and worship to God.
“Perk up, son,” he patted my shoulders and smiled down to me. “You haven’t seen anything yet. I brought you to this vault so that you could have access to more of my money. This is eight hundred and fifty trillion dollars…”
“Jupiter’s brain! Jupiter’s brain!” I exclaimed at the tops of my lungs, fell on the ground and rolled across the dollars on the floor, “Father you have overwhelmed me with wealth! Eight hundred and fifty what? Someone please wake me from this dream! I am dreaming! Oh my God! This is unlimited wealth!” I picked up the bundles of money tossed more of it in the air and raised my hands as they rained on me again.
But father patted me on the shoulders, “Follow me, son, I am not yet done with the shocker. This is a tip of the ice berg.” he intoned and led the way.
Promptly I followed his lead. My eyes darted side to side, and combed around the walls which had bundles of dollars starked on them.
When we got to another security door, he clicked in his password and tapped on the green button and another vault was yawning at us. This was a unique different vault than the former one.
But guess what? Boxes of diamond on a sizeable tray were glistening in our eyes as we stared gracefully at them.
“Diamond! Diamond!” I let loosed as usual and chanted at the tops my voice as we surged closer.
“Yes, son, these are pearls of diamond, a huge part of my investment. All these are yours. Now my reason for bringing you down to these vaults is to teach you easier means of amassing wealth.” He stamped to the wine by the corner, poured Italian spirit for two and beckoned on me to have one.
As soon as I took it from him father continued, “I made money at the age of twenty. I became radically rich after serving my master who was a zillionaire in oil and gas. When I made money and started investing in oil, a time came when I got off the market and declined hugely to poverty…”
He paused and grinned.
I asked, “What did you do to survive it? I believe your master didn’t leave with you bundles of money and diamond just as this.” My anxious voice was starved of revelation.
Smiling cheek to cheek, my father replied me, “My saving grace was this diamond. I had invested quite a large amount of my profit in diamond. I had more than ten boxes of diamond. The diamond market kept appreciating on a daily so I had to sell some of it. “He had a sip and continued yet further, “After sales, I realized over one trillion dollars and with it I bounced back to business. Ever since then, son, I had known no poverty.”
I lifted my gaze and shook my head in gratitude, “So what do you suggest I do now, father? Am I going to invest in diamond just to get prepared for rainy days when lack would creep in?”
His eyes were filled with rare energy, “Yes son. You may invest in other industries but never you forget to invest in precious stones as diamond. They appreciate, just like real estate . If you want to remain the world richest man you must not make oil and gas your sole investment.”
I had a sip and took the precious stones in my hands as I admired them with fulfilled satisfaction. “This is beautiful father.”
“Yes son this diamond will be here for you. Currently one of it is worth seven hundred billion dollars. I wouldn’t advise you to sell all of it now. You must always keep some of it for rainy days.”
“Oh father this is superbly outstanding. What am I going to do with all this money and diamond? The money is too much for me, father. Eight hundred and fifty trillion and about twenty boxes of diamond, all for me, huh,” my anticipatory voice echoed.
My father quoted, “Son you just have to make money and keep, even if you don’t have need for it, because those that don’t have money suffer shit. Money is the soul of this world. I intended to reveal this to you on your birthday but because you lost your net worth, I decided to help you with it.” He raised his glass of spirit.
I did same, smiling cheek to cheek and about to break down in tears. I just managed a half smile and fought back the urge to shed tears of joy.
“Cheers to more money and retention of your net worth as the world richest man,” said father all smiles.
“Cheers,” I replied and my nose scrunched when I giggled, “cheers to a worthy father also!”
We clicked glasses together.
I just got a bigger net worth.
Trouble Ahead…