Jordan Belfort? The Wolf of Wall Street?
Mike was a little surprised to hear the young man across from him introduce himself. He hadn't expected to meet him so coincidentally at such a gathering.
Before this, Mike had even asked Chris to inquire about him.
This Jordan possesses extraordinary eloquence and sales skills. The question he loves to ask most is: "How do you sell this pen to me?"
And he is eager to share sales techniques. With the quality of a "Golden Lecturer," he is also very good at nurturing talent.
He is a rare leadership talent.
"My name is Mike, and I've made some money in stocks recently," Mike said, sizing up the young man across from him.
According to Mike's understanding, Mr. Jordan should have just started his business and his net worth was only in the tens of millions.
Under normal circumstances, he should not be qualified to attend this kind of private gathering.
"Oh~ we're in the same line of work. Nice to meet you." Jordan smiled, while thinking if there was a 'Quinn' on Wall Street.
There was nothing he could do; Mike looked too young, making it hard for people to believe he could start from scratch.
After confirming that there was no Quinn family on Wall Street, Jordan had no choice but to classify Mike as someone in the same category as himself.
A striver who is unwilling to be mediocre and seizes opportunities to climb higher.
"What stocks are you dealing with now?" It was rare to meet such a young peer, and Jordan found it hard to suppress his desire to communicate.
"I'm involved in the technology, medical, and food industries," Mike replied.
He didn't deliberately remind the other party that he was a shareholder, not a stockbroker or trader like the other party.
These two identities seem to have something in common, but the ways they make money are very different.
"Technology, medical, food? These industries are indeed very profitable now, but for us, this is not the best choice," Jordan shared his experience: "You know, only by keeping clients' funds tied up in the stock market for a long time can we get more commissions."
Yes, in Jordan's view, the way stockbrokers make money is to keep clients in their hands for a long time and use their money to make money for themselves.
In this situation, penny stocks are the best choice.
As for whether the client's stocks make money, that is not important.
In fact, if the shareholders' stocks are too profitable, there is a high probability that they will immediately cash out and run. And if stockbrokers lose these clients, they naturally won't make money.
A seemingly absurd, yet very "reasonable" logic.
"Tell me more." Mike, having nothing to do, didn't mind interacting more with Jordan.
If a talent like him is used well, it often has miraculous effects.
As for the other party's low moral bottom line and willingness to swindle ordinary United States citizens, what does that have to do with Mike?
"Those unsellable penny stocks are the panacea for us. There's a lot of room for manipulation..." Jordan introduced his experience: buying low and selling high, trapping retail investors, and profiting from both sides.
It was precisely by this method that Jordan widely sold unwanted stocks to the poor, thereby earning a large amount of commissions for himself.
"So, what we need to do is not find out which stock makes money. Instead, it's to find every possible way to sell penny stocks," Jordan concluded his speech.
Perhaps because he grew up in a poor family, although Jordan was quick-witted and eloquent, his vision and knowledge limited his development.
This is also why, after he made a lot of money by manipulating the stock market in the future, he didn't think about becoming a big capitalist but was focused on transferring his money to Swiss banks abroad.
Little did he know, this was the path to disaster.
For any country, transferring domestic assets abroad is equivalent to pulling the rug out from under it. From a legal and sustainable development perspective, this behavior is not allowed by the country.
Therefore, it's not surprising that Jordan was later targeted by both the FBI and IRS.
"Hmm, a very interesting theory." Mike smiled, without correcting the errors in the other party's understanding.
For the ambitious and spirited Jordan, the best time to "buy him out" would only be after he truly suffered a loss.
One can only say that those who play mind games have dark hearts.
Mike was no exception.
"Just a small trick, not worth praising—" Although he said that, Jordan was still very happy that his theory was recognized.
Perhaps because he found Mike agreeable, Jordan then decided to offer some solid advice: "How about this, you try to sell me this glass of champagne now."
Sure enough, this advice was very hardcore.
Jordan smiled and placed the champagne in his hand in front of Mike.
This was clearly an alternative "selling" question.
"For us, is attending a private gathering like this something to celebrate?" Mike accepted the challenge.
He was trying to sell the champagne to Jordan.
"Of course," Jordan replied.
With a net worth of only tens of millions, he had pulled many strings to get the opportunity to interact with the many successful people present.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's raise a glass to celebrate today." Mike pushed Jordan's champagne back to him.
True sales are so unpretentious; it's nothing more than finding or creating opportunities to "deliver" the goods you possess into the other person's hands.
"Perfect." Jordan could no longer suppress the smile on his face, feeling as if he had met a kindred spirit. Then, he praised, "I guarantee you will definitely become a super-rich person. Even if you're not now, you will definitely succeed in the future."
For Jordan, becoming rich was the greatest success.
As the stemmed glasses clinked together, and the wine swirled, the glass made a crisp sound.
Jordan, in a good mood, was already considering whether to develop the young man across from him into his partner.
Ambitious Jordan was no longer satisfied with making small money. He was planning to manipulate a stock himself to acquire huge wealth.
Of course, manipulating the stock market is a borderline act; once discovered, bankruptcy is a minor issue, and there is a high possibility of imprisonment.
After his eyes flickered a few times, Jordan decided to play it safe. Even if he were to bring someone into his scheme, he would need to observe them more closely.
While the two were chatting, many more guests arrived in the reception hall. The time for Martin Channing's scheduled gathering was almost at hand.
"Please take your seats according to the positions on your invitation cards—"
On the small stage at the front of the hall, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler greeted the guests.
The hall for this gathering was set up with two areas: a large free activity area, and a small podium set up at the front of the hall.
Under the podium, several rows of seats were placed.
Clearly, this private gathering organized by Martin Channing was more like a networking event for the wealthy.
This also explained why Jordan would go to such lengths to be there.
Sometimes, inside information often means opportunity, and opportunity often means money.
"You're actually in the first row." Jordan, who was about to pull Mike to sit in a back corner, saw the seat specified on the other party's invitation and his eyes twitched: "It seems I need to re-evaluate you. How about I treat you to a drink sometime?"
At such a private gathering, while seat numbers couldn't represent everything, they indicated that Mike was also a person of "status."
This made Jordan feel as if his "little brother" had suddenly become a big shot.
"OK, I'll definitely go if you're treating." Mike responded with a smile.
Then, under Jordan's envious gaze, Mike went and sat in the middle of the first row.
At the same time, those successful people who hadn't paid much attention to Mike before also cast surprised glances his way.
It was in this atmosphere that today's host, Martin Channing, accompanied by his daughter Caroline, entered through the main door.
Caroline, who should have gone with her father to sit in the luxurious seats on the side of the stage, turned and went to sit in the empty seat next to Mike after reaching the first row.
This action caused Martin Channing, as the father, to let his gaze linger on Mike for two more seconds.
Some guests present showed understanding expressions, and their gazes towards Mike were no longer so surprised.
After all, compared to the identity of a wealthy person, the identity of Caroline's boyfriend, or rather, a "toy boy," was not worth much attention from those successful people.
Perhaps only Jordan, also a young man, looked at Mike with even greater envy.
Who would be willing to suffer when there's a shortcut?