Becoming a Millionaire

"Mr. Wald, thank you for choosing Dawn Investment. I'm sure you'll be very satisfied," Klass White said with a smile.

"I also believe our cooperation will be very pleasant!"

Zucker stepped forward and shook Klass White's hand.

Klass White said, "I hope we can continue working together next time."

"Definitely, definitely."

Zucker smiled.

Don't let Zucker's confident expression fool you. His inner thoughts were completely different.

Work together next time?

Work together, my ass!

Dawn Investment was just a tiny, utterly inconspicuous investment company on Wall Street, and Klass White was a complete newcomer. For all anyone knew, he would leave Wall Street within a few months. If Dawn Investment's fees had not been so low, who would have chosen them?

After all, major investment institutions were far more trustworthy.

Investment banks like Goldman Sachs, Citigroup, and Morgan were the first choice, but they had entry thresholds. With the mere $120,000 Zucker had, they would not even spare him a glance.

"Today you ignore me; tomorrow I'll make you beg me!"

There were generally two ways to hire a trader for stock market speculation.

Profit sharing and fixed fees.

Zucker had chosen fixed fees, because he knew the future.

I'm throwing in $120,000 this time, with tenfold leverage. Based on Netscape's return on its IPO day, I'll make at least several hundred thousand dollars. Only an idiot would let you take a cut, Zucker thought.

I was a shallow person!

No one was going to make money off me!

Zucker the Miser!

For just one day of trading, Zucker had paid $1,000!

"Oh, right, Mr. White. In a few days, I may have another $40,000 to invest. Handle it together then," Zucker suddenly said.

"Of course, of course." The smile on Klass White's face grew even brighter.

A possible $40,000?

That was the compensation from his mother's car accident, though it had not arrived yet.

Three days later, his mother's compensation finally reached his account. Without hesitation, Zucker dumped every cent into the stock market.

"Now all I need to do is wait for Netscape to go public, build up my first pot of startup capital, and then charge into Hollywood!"

In his previous life, Zucker had worked in film and entertainment, and Hollywood had always been his dream. Now that he had been reborn and had the help of that useless system, he had to throw himself into Hollywood no matter what.

Actually, Zucker had considered doing something else.

But I don't understand anything else!

America claimed to be a free society, but if he rashly entered a completely unfamiliar industry, even with capital, he would only be devoured until not even bones remained.

Capital was bloody!

Hollywood could make money and was something he was interested in. Why not?

"$160,000. This is the wealth Zucker's mother left behind. Although I'm a transmigrator and have no real connection to her, I did inherit her kindness. I should visit her grave more often in the future."

Zucker "Clear Conscience" Wald turned and found a motel nearby in New York.

Yeah, the cheap kind.

It was only $30 a night!

It was not that Zucker did not want to stay at a five-star hotel. The problem was that he had invested all his money in the stock market, and he had less than $500 left in his pocket.

In the blink of an eye, the date became August 9, 1995.

At 9:20 that morning, with the stock market about to open, Zucker had already arrived at the crowded trading floor. His emotions surged.

Today was, without question, a highly anticipated day.

Netscape's IPO made it the first Internet company of the new era to go public.

Therefore, all of Silicon Valley, even all of America, was watching it closely. Microsoft, Apple, Big Blue IBM, HP, and countless other companies were also paying close attention, treating it as a bellwether.

Marc Andreessen and Jim Clark, Netscape's major shareholders and founders, were undoubtedly the darlings of the era today, attracting everyone's attention. Just look at the people around them—****, Citigroup, Goldman Sachs, and executives from other major players were all present.

"Mark, it's up to you now," Jim Clark, in his fifties, said happily.

"Hahaha, together, together."

As the largest shareholder, Marc Andreessen did not refuse Clark's goodwill. With a small hammer in hand, he rang the opening bell as 9:30 arrived.

"Congratulations, gentlemen. From now on, you're both billionaires!"

"Correction: Mr. Clark was already a billionaire!"

"History will remember today, because Netscape has gone public!"

"It's rising! It broke through $35 in an instant."

The investment institutions surrounding them, including Citigroup, immediately offered their applause.

"I'm rich! I'm rich!"

"I bought $200,000 worth!"

"Damn it, I only bought $10,000! If I'd known, I would've sold everything I owned to buy Netscape!"

The investors around them who had bought Netscape stock displayed a thousand different reactions.

Zucker's grin spread wide.

"Today really is an unforgettable day!"

Watching the price rise from $28 per share to $35, Zucker had already made quite a profit. After all, Netscape's stock would reach a high of $75 today.

An increase of more than 2.5 times!

3:00 p.m.

Dawn Investment Company.

"Mr. White, sell all my shares immediately!" Zucker ordered.

Hearing this, trader Klass White could not help but stare. "Mr. Wald, are you sure?"

"Of course. Right now, immediately!"

Zucker was absolutely resolute.

"All right, if you insist."

Klass White shook his head. He had wanted to persuade Zucker further, but professional ethics compelled him to follow Zucker's decision.

However, Klass White thought, I thought he was a genius. Now it seems he's just a lucky fool. Netscape is currently at $73 per share. It'll reach at least $85 today. Sigh...

$85?

Wishful thinking!

Even though Zucker did not know much about finance, he understood that once a stock price rose to a certain point, the big players would inevitably harvest a round of retail investors.

Besides, Zucker knew the future. Netscape's highest price that day would only be $75, and it would close at $58.25.

Before long.

"Mr. Wald, all the shares have been sold. After subtracting your $120,000 principal and deducting transaction taxes, your total profit is $2.5 million."

Even Klass White, who considered himself a Wall Street elite, was shocked by Zucker's insane rate of return.

A profit of $2.5 million!

That was the obscene profit of tenfold leverage!

Rich overnight!

"Yes!"

Zucker had seen plenty in his life, but even he clenched his fists tightly.

"I'm a millionaire now!"

He now had more than $2.6 million in hand—over 20 million yuan. Rebirth, a system, money—this was simply a golden start! Even after paying personal income tax next February, he would still be a bona fide millionaire.

In his previous life, Zucker had worked hard for ten years and earned less than 900,000 yuan.

Now, after transmigrating for barely over a month, he already had more than $2 million.

"Hehe, Zucker, keep your cool! This is nothing yet!"

Zucker immediately tried to encourage himself, but it was useless. Who kept a straight face after making money?

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