RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 217: I Bite

"That's a great plan, Larry—one I admire. But I have to ask, wouldn't you rather build with someone who's truly passionate about building?

Sure, you've gathered a solid pool of investors, but do these people really want the same thing as both of you?"

"What do you mean?" Larry asked.

"You both need to understand that this meeting isn't a waste of time. Sitting in front of you right now is the one man who might just be more in love with your work than even you are."

"That's quite the boast," Sergey replied, leaning back slightly. "But I think I've heard that line before."

"Maybe. But aside from feelings and a little money, what did the last guy bring to the table?"

It was a rhetorical question, and both men narrowed their eyes, curious now, waiting to hear more.

"Where do you see Google in a decade, guys?" I asked, relaxing into my seat with a calm smile, diffusing the tension that had been creeping into the room.

Both men furrowed their brows in thought, and as I tapped my finger lightly on the desk, I continued.

"If your vision is for Google to be the go-to search engine for everyone in the U.S. when they go online, you're right, but if your dream stops at America, then I'm disappointed.

With your abilities, I expect your sights to be bigger than one continent. And while it's great to dominate in the U.S., and even Europe, that's still playing small.

Think bigger. Think beyond the American continent, beyond Europe. Push into Russia. Stretch your vision across Asia, down through Egypt, all the way to southern Africa. Don't forget Australia. Hell, even include Antarctica.

Picture this. Google, the number one search engine used by over six billion people across the entire planet. The first place anyone goes when they want to find anything.

Have you ever dreamed of that kind of reach? That kind of impact?"

The room fell quiet. For several long seconds, no one spoke. The eyes of both founders lit up with a mix of realization and shock. Even Denise looked stunned, though in her case, it was more disbelief than inspiration.

She simply couldn't fathom the feasibility of what I was suggesting.

"You speak like we're the only search engine out there," Sergey finally said, the first one to break free from the mental journey I'd just sent everyone on.

"There was a time AltaVista was a competitor. Are you scared to dream?"

My words drew a small frown to Sergey's face. The suggestion that he might be limiting his own vision was hard to swallow, but before he could respond, Larry stepped in.

"You dream big, Mr. Lawson, and I'll give you that. Honestly, I agree, maybe our goals are a bit constrained. But there's a fine line between imagination and reality.

You're talking about global domination. How do you propose we make that happen?"

"Hmm. Let's see.

To start with, I like your current plan of turning Google into a platform for advertising. But why stop there?

Why not become the engine behind global advertising?

Don't just advertise on your site, what if you let others advertise through you, on every site?"

Their foreheads scrunched in confusion, so I broke it down further.

"Imagine a Google feature where advertisers pay you, and in turn, you pay webmasters to host those ads. The more traffic a site gets, the more money they earn.

Do I need to explain how much of a game-changer that could be?"

It took a few seconds, but eventually, Sergey and Larry exchanged a glance, curious now, no longer just skeptical.

"I have to admit, that's a brilliant idea," Larry said. "But I'm surprised you just gave it to us. Just like that?"

"Well, I've followed your work for a while, and from what I've seen, you two aren't scumbags.

Are you saying I'm wrong?"

"We're not scumbags," Larry said with a sigh, and I nodded, continuing.

"Technology is advancing faster every day. The hassle of travel is diminishing. Do you plan to wait until someone else integrates maps into their search engine before you do?"

Again, the room fell into deep thought. I glanced to the left and caught Denise shooting me a sharp glare.

"Yeah, she was definitely not happy with my strategy."

"You've certainly made your point about seeing a lot of potential in this company, Mr. Lawson," Sergey finally said. "And I'm finding myself convinced. So tell us, what do you want?"

"I'm ready to commit $100 million up front, and another $200 million in six months for full voting power and a 20% stake in the company."

Eyes widened around the room. I smirked as Larry began slowly shaking his head.

"That's a significant amount, and we appreciate both your ideas and your passion, but you're asking for too much."

"Am I? It's frustrating watching geniuses get boxed in by the limitations the world has put on them.

Shopping. Communication. Advertising. Healthcare. Picture Google in every space that online technology can manipulate."

The fire in their eyes reignited, but they stayed grounded. I could see it. They were trying not to get carried away.

I chuckled.

"I see that you want to dream, but reality is holding you back. So let's try this instead.

For no shares, I'll invest $300 million in Google, $200 million now, and another $100 million in a month.

But here's the catch.

Following the strategy I'll lay out in full detail, if Google makes $200 million in revenue within the next five months, I want a 40% stake, full voting rights, and a seat at the table to help steer this company."

This time, the silence lasted even longer.

Finally, the inevitable question came.

"And if it doesn't reach $200 million?"

"Then think of me as a passionate but foolish man. And my money? Consider it a donation.

I don't just bark, I bite.

What about you two? Are you just another couple of overhyped names in Silicon Valley?"

Larry and Sergey exchanged a long look.

Then they stood up.

"Mr. Lawson," Larry said, "if you'll excuse us for a few minutes."

"Of course," I replied with a calm smile.

As they stepped out, I turned lazily toward Denise, who wore an unreadable expression.

"You don't seem mad."

"About what?" she asked, playing innocent.

"My offer."

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"I trust you know what you're doing. And while your gamble seems... overly optimistic, it's your money."

It wasn't long before the two co-founders returned. They had a look in their eyes, and a smile on their faces.

"Marcus," Larry said.