Soon, Guo Jiajia realized she had been too quick to judge Zhang Tianxing.
She witnessed the spectacle of Zhang Tianxing leaving his residence, accompanied by his professional lawyer, Jimmy, and four bodyguards in close attendance.
"Little Boss Zhang, is this level of exaggeration necessary? Your lawyer and bodyguard fees must be quite substantial," Guo Jiajia found the ostentatious display incredible.
She knew Zhang Tianxing's capabilities; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he could fight a hundred men. Why had he become so timid in the land of Uncle Sam? This was clearly not Zhang Tianxing's usual modus operandi.
"You have no idea. The scene during the flash mob shopping sprees a couple of days ago was so horrific it was unbearable. Money spent is money earned; it's far more agonizing to die with your money still intact."
Zhang Tianxing valued his life greatly now. His life was precious. Having finally accumulated some wealth, there were so many more things in this world to enjoy. He couldn't die; he still wanted to defy fate and leave his mark on history.
"To Morgan Stanley Investment Bank!" Zhang Tianxing instructed the bodyguards as he and Guo Jiajia got into the car.
Ding Sanshi's Net One was going public, and Zhang Tianxing felt obliged to show his support.
Jimmy said in the car, "Boss Zhang, the companies you requested have been handled. Here are their relevant documents."
"Thank you, Jimmy. You've been a tremendous help," Zhang Tianxing said gratefully. Although Jimmy was rather expensive, he was excellent in all other aspects.
You get what you pay for; expensive things have their reasons.
The group soon arrived at Morgan Stanley Investment Bank. Zhang Tianxing and Guo Jiajia stepped out of the car.
Old Krellen saw Zhang Tianxing and his entourage in the lobby and, with a sparkle in his eyes, rushed forward. "Mr. Zhang, this way, please. I've prepared some excellent coffee for you!"
Old Krellen was a changed man. In his eyes, Zhang Tianxing was undoubtedly a top-tier expert.
Amidst the clamor of numerous experts and professors, he had steadfastly held his own views and directly put down a hundred million US dollars to short the NASDAQ index.
Old Krellen firmly believed that Zhang Tianxing was no ordinary individual.
Regardless of whether Zhang Tianxing would successfully graduate from Harvard, his achievements far surpassed those of others.
This single successful endeavor was enough to make him outshine ninety-nine percent of Harvard graduates.
Few people manage to accumulate hundreds of millions in wealth in a lifetime; this was evident.
"Who is that handsome Eastern guy with Old Krellen?"
"You don't know? He's the handsome Eastern guy who shorted the NASDAQ!"
"What a charming young man. I'd love to spend a wonderful night with this mysterious Eastern gentleman."
"Young and rich, he perfectly fits my criteria for a partner. I don't even mind that he's Chinese; as long as he's rich."
"I really wonder how much money this handsome Eastern guy has. Right now, I'm just curious about the depth of his pockets."
"Save your breath. I don't know about his wallet, but the short position on the NASDAQ index currently shows a paper profit of five hundred million!"
Upon hearing this figure, everyone's eyes grew even more fervent.
Damn it, even earning fifty million would be a fortune beyond their wildest dreams as employees.
Why did Zhang Tianxing have such foresight? If only they had followed suit and shorted the NASDAQ after hearing the news, even shorting just one contract would have been something.
An opportunity to strike it rich was right before them, yet they didn't seize it. If only fate would give them another chance.
They would short a thousand contracts on the NASDAQ, sell their houses, land, and even their wives, selling everything they could, borrowing money at exorbitant interest rates, and becoming staunch short-sellers.
They handled countless funds daily, but their own earnings were merely their salaries.
"Boss Zhang, this way, please. Tell us what you like, and we can provide any service you desire," Old Krellen said, his face creased with smiles.
"No coffee for now, Old Krellen. We're familiar now. This time, I'm here to sign an agreement with you," Zhang Tianxing stated directly.
Hearing the word "agreement," Old Krellen felt a pang of apprehension. Who was Zhang Tianxing? Even the sharks on Wall Street couldn't compare to him now.
The last time an agreement was signed, it was just a matter of when Zhang Tianxing would close his positions. However, in Old Krellen's view, Zhang Tianxing was only a matter of how much he could earn this time.
What new idea did Zhang Tianxing have this time? Old Krellen managed a bitter smile. "Boss Zhang, our capital at Morgan Stanley isn't that substantial. You can't just feast on our flesh alone, can you?"
"It's like this. Don't be afraid. I'm entrusting you to buy stocks, not to continue shorting," Zhang Tianxing said with a chuckle upon seeing Old Krellen's reaction.
Hearing this, Old Krellen's face lit up with a smile. "Boss Zhang, that's no problem. We at Morgan Stanley are a renowned investment bank. Entrust it to us, and you can rest assured it will be handled perfectly."
He secretly wondered which stock this Zhang Tianxing had set his sights on. The US stock market had been in a steady decline for the past few days, greatly impacting their investment bank.
If this continued, Morgan Stanley Investment Bank would face difficult times ahead. Even the most skilled cook cannot prepare a meal without ingredients.
"Didn't China's Net One just go public? I'd like to entrust you to buy some of its stock."
Hearing this, Old Krellen was stunned. Was this Zhang Tianxing foolishly rich and didn't know where to spend his money?
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that internet company stocks were untouchable right now; one touch and they're dead.
Renowned companies like Yahoo and Microsoft had plummeted dramatically, and several Wall Street investors had already jumped to their deaths.
Could this Net One be any different? Evidently not. Moreover, it was merely a Chinese domestic internet technology company with limited growth potential.
"No problem, I'll arrange for someone to buy it shortly." Old Krellen readily agreed. This was a trivial matter that anyone could handle; it required no technical expertise.
Hearing Old Krellen's words, Zhang Tianxing shook his head. Seeing Zhang Tianxing shake his head, Old Krellen was bewildered. "You want to buy, right? What's with the shaking of your head?"
"Not now. The stock market is currently in a nosedive. No stock will be an exception," Zhang Tianxing said solemnly.
"Then what do you mean?" Old Krellen was completely confused. What was Zhang Tianxing thinking?
"It's like this. I have two million US dollars here. After Net One's stock price drops below one dollar and stays there for five trading days, I will buy in batches," Zhang Tianxing explained his plan.
Old Krellen nodded repeatedly, indicating there were no issues. "Boss Zhang, rest assured, our credit at Morgan Stanley is rock-solid!"
It seemed he had overestimated Zhang Tianxing. Many internet companies had already delisted, and in Old Krellen's opinion, this Net One was nothing special, having broken its IPO price on the first day.
He delivered a death knell to Net One; this company clearly had no future.