Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Chapter 9
translator PennyWorth
Chapter 009 of the Black-Haired Investor Awakened as a Superhuman
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During the 2008 subprime crisis.
The initial response of the U.S. government was slow and inadequate.
Although large-scale bailout packages (TARP) and stimulus packages (ARRA) were implemented.
At that point, the economic shock was already worsening.
The situation worsened as the initial response was delayed.
This has led to a vicious cycle where more aggressive fiscal spending becomes necessary to resolve the issue.
The subprime shock became a trauma and a painful lesson for the government.
That's why.
Next time, we will respond with a speed and strength that cannot be compared to that of the past.
In fact, the true opportunity that the street will face begins from that moment.
A crazy world is coming where even passing dogs carry Benjamin.
So invest in me. Please invest in me.
I will make you rich too!
"Investment......I woke up with sleep talking.
Damn. I can't believe I'm even going around looking for investors in my dreams.
Now, instead of a sigh, a hollow laugh came out first.
There is a clear opportunity in front of me, but I don't have any money.
Was the time spent manipulating tens of millions of dollars at Goldman Sachs toxic?
I put all of my savings, totaling 220,000 dollars, which I had gathered through loans.
However, it feels utterly insufficient.
Upon careful consideration.
The current thirst seemed to be more due to having a strong conviction rather than the time spent at Goldman Sachs.
I threw a trap into the fishing ground that will soon be filled with meat.
However, I only think that more and larger traps are needed.
Shouldn't we catch as many as possible?
So I mobilized the entire network.
Clubs that have been consistently active even amidst the hectic busyness, including alumni from Princeton and Wharton School.
I sent investment proposals to everyone else I could think of.
However, surprisingly, the one who showed interest came from the high school alumni.
Coincidentally, that guy is in New York.
"Jason, over here!"The moment I faced the guy.
I could tell at a glance that he had completely changed from before.
"Well, it's been 10 years."The first thing that caught my eye was his physique. He looked much more robust than during his school days.
We shook hands.
In that moment, I felt something more in the rough texture of the hand.
The calluses on the finger joints and the back of the hand, as well as the scars concentrated on the fist, were distinctly different from those of simple manual laborers.
Muscle development was not concentrated on specific areas, but rather achieved a solid harmony throughout the entire body to support weight and overpower opponents.
This guy has made martial arts his main profession.
"It's been 10 years." What have you been up to lately?"I asked lightly."
"I'm exercising a bit."Jason answered nonchalantly.
In that brief moment, I realized that he didn't want to talk about this topic.
The street I passed by in an instant vividly came to mind.
Among them, one building crossed my mind.
Crackling—
Near the intersection of 30th Street and 8th Avenue. A distinctive reddish-brown building made of old brick structure.
I focused a little more.
As the camera lens quickly narrows its focus, the view concentrates on one spot and zooms in beyond the large glass window of the building.
Pop.
The sign hanging inside came into view.
As if each letter is being clearly engraved, the words "Renzo Gracie Academy" filled my vision.
This is the only MMA gym in the area where one can train and make a career out of martial arts.
It wasn't just because of that.
The subtle tension and slight fatigue in his tone suggested that he was wearing a sweat-soaked t-shirt under his jumper.
It seems that the guy rushed to this cafe right after his training.
"Are you affiliated with the Renzo Gracie Academy?""I asked."
Jason's eyes shook for a moment.
That alone was enough.
"I think I've heard of it before."I calmed down the flustered guy like that and opened the laptop in earnest.
It was after finishing a short briefing.
"Moreover, the performance bonus when there is profit is 51% of the earnings." It's a super high-risk investment, but if it profits, you take more than half."This was the proposal that was created and presented."
The reason I spread this, knowing that no one would invest under these conditions, is that I am the kind of person who simply cannot stand to lose.
I realized it desperately this time.
Even after realizing a profit, if the price skyrockets afterwards, people tend to feel it as a loss.
Selling the chance to hit the jackpot cheaply is a loss on my side.
Isn't it a strategy that came from a brain awakened as a superhuman?
It would be better if they didn't sell it at all.
I could never be satisfied with a performance bonus of twenty percent.
Naturally, there was no one to contact.
Except for this guy.
"Why do you want to sign this contract?""It was indeed a contract that should never have been made rationally." I asked.
"That's right." They say it's not a typical contract."For some reason, he continued speaking in a tone as if he were making a confession."
"Honestly, everyone says it's a scam, but you know me well." I was more curious about how confident you must be to make such a suggestion. I need something to trust and jump into right now."The guy gave me a wry smile as he looked at me."
"At least the casino doesn't have any commission." You could lose everything."A shadow fell over his face at my words."
I could see the anger of the guy who was momentarily crushed in my eyes.
He said with great difficulty.
"Don't underestimate it just because it's a small amount." You were the one who contacted first."I haven't heard the amount yet.""Ten thousand dollars." I know that even a small amount is well known in your industry."It's a small amount, but it's not an amount that can be ignored."The guy's eyebrows furrowed.
"What?""I might end your dream, that's the reason.""End the dream?" You? What on earth are you talking about?"Jason, you are still training without giving up." It's true that I haven't given up on my dreams yet.The guy's face hardened.
"...I showed a bad side to a friend I hadn't seen in a long time." I shouldn't have tried to meet you.The voice of the guy was filled with self-reproach and disappointment.
The guy got up from his seat, but my words are not finished yet.
"Sit down." And listen until the end."He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then sat back down."
I continued to speak.
"How many people can maintain a large sum of money when it comes in?" I'm saying this because it weighs on my mind to end your years of career and effort with my own hands.
At the time I sent the proposal, I didn't know your situation, and if I had known, this meeting. You must have thought a lot about it."He was originally not very talkative, but he became even quieter."
Perhaps due to many thoughts, the eyes were continuously shaking. Then, with a serious expression as if he were an athlete about to compete, he asked.
"...By any chance, do you also accept money from other people?""In fact, I don't think there will be any other inquiries besides that guy."
Looking around, it seems that our conversation can be heard by others. Some customers glanced at me as if I were a fraud.
However, I answered without caring.
"Now there are thirty-four spots left."Jason returned to the gym.
He was still captivated by a single remark made by Hyun-woo.
_"How many people can maintain a large sum of money when it comes in?""How can you be so sure about that?"Hyun-woo was definitely not trying to scam anyone.
The confidence that Hyun-woo showed.
The conviction embedded within it did not seem like mere bragging.
Nevertheless, how can one speak as if everything is so clear?
Jason thought of Hyun-woo.
'You've changed a lot.Hyun-woo is all about academics.
If it's exercise, then it's exercise.
He was a friend who excelled in every aspect.
However, there always seemed to be a lack of leisure, as if being chased by something.
Hyun-woo was someone who always lived busily and combatively, even in the eyes of his childish and immature past.
Of course, such a personality was bound to cause friction.
Although it ended up in a fistfight, Jason still chuckled when he thought about the day he fought with Hyun-woo.
I underestimated him because he was small, but he charged at me with all his might.
The wicked, blood-red gaze is still vivid even after ten years.
In his eyes, Hyun-woo was someone who would succeed at anything he did.
That guy, who used to be like that, has now appeared with a sense of ease.
Jason found Hyun-woo's transformation both unfamiliar and marvelously impressive.
A confident ease.
Jason's body was following the training routine, but his mind was elsewhere.
After the afternoon training.
Jason gathered a few trusted colleagues.
“Jason. What happened today?One of the colleagues looked at his expression and asked.
Jason hesitated for a moment and then slowly began to speak.
"I met a friend today."When Jason pointed to his thigh with a gesture, everyone showed a look of understanding in their eyes.
The story of the scar from a bite mark on Jason's thigh was one of those anecdotes that Jason enjoyed sharing from time to time.
"Oh, that friend?" Did you say you left Princeton? Are you on Wall Street?"Do you have a friend on Wall Street?""Let's each add a word," Jason replied in a subtly proud tone.
"I heard they left Goldman Sachs and became independent this time." He's a really close friend.The curious gazes of Jason's colleagues grew even more intense.
"Thanks to that friend, it seems that an opportunity has come to someone like me."Jason explained the conversation he had with Hyun-woo.
I tried to explain in as much detail as possible how risky and unreasonable those investment conditions were based on what I had learned.
Thanks to that, the gazes of the colleagues who were looking at him with concern gradually changed.
"Hearing so much about that friend, it doesn't feel like just someone else to me anymore." Still, Jason. So shouldn't we be more careful? In the end, it's a matter of money.Jason shook his head.
"That friend is someone who can do anything." You don't know that friend, so I'm trying to only speak based on the facts as much as possible.
And in fact, if that friend had presented typical investment conditions, I wouldn't have done it. I didn't want to meet that friend right now.As Jason's last words fell, a strange silence filled the room.
There was an undeniable bitterness in his voice.
A moment later.
The colleagues quietly nodded their heads while checking each other's expressions.
"We are all similar.""A colleague spoke heavily."
There was resignation mixed in his voice.
Everyone is walking the path of a fighter, but the reality of not being able to step onto the major stage is exhausting them all.
If someone has a family, their face has especially darkened. Among them, there were actually some who were looking into completely different industries, not the fighting industry with Jason.
"Really... I don't know what I've gained by coming all the way here.""Reality is reality."There was no more talk in the room.
Everyone was lost in their own thoughts, and a heavy atmosphere lingered.
Then a colleague cautiously broke the silence.
Thank you for letting me know, Jason. How can I participate?"Don't try to decide here right now." It's something that needs to be decided carefully with the family. As I said, neither Nana nor that friend can compensate for the losses."Of course I know." But let me ask one more thing. Can I recommend someone else?"If it's someone I know.""Of course, you know the person too.""Okay." But please be careful when you talk. This could be a great opportunity, but at the same time, I must let you know that there are significant risks involved.As soon as Jason answered, another question came from the other side.
"Can I recommend it too?"”