Kelin brought Zhang Tianxing to the school parking lot, wearing an arrogant expression. "Zhang Tianxing, we're classmates. If you go back to the classroom now, everyone will pretend nothing happened. Are you sure you still want to short the Nasdaq?"
"I must short the Nasdaq! After a surge comes a sharp fall. There's no such thing as a perpetual rise!" Zhang Tianxing said softly.
Zhang Tianxing had confidence when saying this. After all, he was in the internet industry and understood its current state.
Now, even the most mediocre companies were desperately trying to go public.
Once a company went public, no matter how bad it was, as long as it was packaged as an internet company with a high-tech component and rode the wave of the times, its stock price would skyrocket on the day of its IPO, creating a batch of billionaires.
This was an abnormal phenomenon, without exception.
It was just that the success of predecessors made anyone even remotely connected to the internet desperately try to go public. Was making money really that easy?
Zhang Tianxing knew one thing: when an industry became easy to make money in, it was a sign that the industry was about to undergo a transformation.
Making money easily was always a matter for a select few, never for everyone. Making money wasn't as simple as imagined.
If the first person did something and made money, and the second person copied them and made money, but the ten thousandth person did the same thing without any changes, their chances of losing money would be ninety-nine percent.
The chance of making money would only be one percent. Making money was never about following the herd.
Innovators live, followers die.
On the way, Kelin called his uncle, Old Kelin. "Dear Uncle, are you at the company?"
"I'm at the company, what is it?" a middle-aged man's voice came through the phone.
"It's like this, a classmate of mine wants to short the Nasdaq and the US stock market. I'll bring him to your company to complete the procedures later," Kelin said seriously.
"Wait a minute, what are you talking about? Are you joking? How is that possible? Is your classmate out of his mind?" Old Kelin asked with surprise.
Students at Harvard were indeed the elite, but it wasn't a place anyone could easily get into.
His nephew, Kelin, had gotten into Harvard, and it had taken immense effort. He was the pride of their family.
How could his classmate be doing such a foolish thing? This was wrong. His classmate was either a saint or a madman.
Old Kelin quickly recalled the research reports from their investment bank's researchers during this period. The market had been normal recently, showing a scene of prosperity.
It was only a matter of time before the Nasdaq broke new highs. None of this seemed problematic.
"Kelin, your classmate is here to give me money. If there are no issues, tell him I'll waive his commission!" It was rare to encounter such a foolish individual, so Old Kelin decided to go all out this time.
Kelin waved at Zhang Tianxing. "You heard what my uncle said. If you stop now, it's still not too late. You'll save yourself from getting beaten when you go home."
"That's not something you need to worry about. I'm definitely shorting," Zhang Tianxing said decisively.
Seeing the determination in Zhang Tianxing's eyes, Kelin didn't say anything more. He just stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped up.
"Fine, it's your money, you decide. I can't save someone who wants to die. I don't understand why you East Asians are so stubborn and can't achieve great things," Kelin said with dissatisfaction.
He never expected that Old Kelin actually worked at Morgan Stanley, a powerful investment bank, one of the four major investment banks in America.
Old Kelin was waiting outside. Upon seeing Kelin arrive, he immediately rushed forward for a hug. "Nephew, you're so good, bringing me business directly."
He then turned to Zhang Tianxing and said, "Oh, this is a classmate from China. Hello, what business do you want to do? We have everything here that you can't imagine, and nothing we can't do."
"You jest. I'm only here to short the Nasdaq!" Zhang Tianxing said calmly.
Good kid, he had guts. Even here, he was talking about shorting the Nasdaq. Kelin was speechless. This Zhang Tianxing might not be smart, but he had courage!
"Oh, is that so? How much are you planning to invest?" Old Kelin asked.
"One hundred million US dollars, at forty percent margin. The previous high was 5122. How about this, I'll leave fifteen points of room, and I'll forcefully close the position at 5137," Zhang Tianxing stated his plan directly.
Good heavens, Zhang Tianxing's words shocked everyone present. Was this classmate of Kelin's from a mental institution?
Did he know what one hundred million meant?
Old Kelin looked at Kelin with displeasure. "Look at the mess you've made. You need to resolve this matter."
If it weren't for his concern about his image at the company, Old Kelin would have thrown Zhang Tianxing out immediately.
Kelin put an arm around Zhang Tianxing and dragged him out. "Tianxing, let's talk outside. One hundred million is a bit too much. We need to plan this carefully."
Damn it, what was going on? He never expected Zhang Tianxing, who looked presentable, to be such a blowhard. Claiming one hundred million, was he trying to fly to the sun?
Kelin was extremely frustrated. Why was he putting himself through this? Now, he had accompanied Zhang Tianxing to his uncle's company to embarrass himself. Zhang Tianxing, what have I ever done to you to make me look so foolish?
Seeing Kelin's murderous expression, Zhang Tianxing understood something. These people didn't believe in his capabilities. It was time to show them.
"This is my bank information. There is over one hundred million dollars in the account. You can check it. As long as you can short, I will transfer the funds immediately," Zhang Tianxing said casually, handing over his information.
Old Kelin took it and examined it carefully. If the information was true, then Zhang Tianxing's net worth of one hundred million would make sense.
"Alright, I'll process the business for you. Can you guarantee you'll deposit the funds upon opening the account? This needs to be written into the contract," Old Kelin said with a smile, handing over a standard contract from Morgan Stanley.
Little fellow, once a large sum of money was involved, all procedures, including contracts, would be handled formally, to avoid any trouble with Morgan Stanley later.
"No problem, everything will be done according to operational regulations." They were afraid Zhang Tianxing wouldn't have the money. Zhang Tianxing was also afraid they would set a trap and swindle his money.
The forest is large, and there are all sorts of birds. One should not harbor ill intentions towards others, but one must guard against them.
The more formal, the better, to avoid ending up with nothing at the end. Zhang Tianxing carefully reviewed the contract, confirmed there were no traps, and then signed his name with a flourish.
Old Kelin said with a smile, "Young man, follow me to get the seal. Our contract will then be established, and you'll need to transfer funds to this account."
"No problem, I'm all prepared. Everything is ready, only this step remains," Zhang Tianxing said with a beaming smile. It seemed that Morgan Stanley was very efficient. No wonder they were among the top four investment banks in America; they were indeed capable.