World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

The next Freewinds meeting began much the same as the last. The yacht was as polished and grand as ever, and the evening air carried a mix of sea breeze and wealth. Inside, the members gathered, their hushed conversations filling the room with tension.

Once again, the faceless figure in the white mask took the stage. Their modulated voice rang out:

"Hunter Rothschild remains unaccounted for."

No one had cracked the case.

Despite our collective resources, Rothschild's trail had gone cold.

The person on stage reiterated the reward—50 points for locating him.

As the night went on, I noticed Soros's table again. This time, something was different. The man in the dark red suit, the one who spoke with the scientist the last time—Alfred—was no longer there.

I wondered what they did with him.

As I watched Soros's group, another familiar figure caught my eye—Arnold. He was standing by the bar with a small group of people.

'His birthday is coming up soon...'

I'd have to be ready for that.

Maybe Sam shouldn't go there at all...

Emily Heart approached me later that night, wearing another stunning dress and carrying a glass of wine.

"Jack," she said, her tone sharp. "Thanks to your little stunt with the Super PAC, everyone thinks I'm starting something. I've got people calling me, asking if they can join."

"That's not the worst thing people could think," I replied with a smirk.

She didn't laugh. "I've got points, sure, but you've made things messy for me. Try not to drag me into your plans again without a heads-up."

"It was your choice," I said, brushing it off.

Emily was annoyed, but for her, the points in the Freewinds Club were too valuable for grudges.

The meeting wound down without much fanfare. The Rothschild hunt remained unsolved, and most people seemed focused on networking.

...

By May, my focus had shifted to more pressing matters.

I spent the weekend setting up the next phase of my financial strategy. Sidorov had finalized the trading system for the Swiss accounts, giving me control over six brokerage accounts.

Each one operated independently, designed to look like separate investors.

Using the accounts, I began making strategic trades, spreading capital across different markets. It was a slow, methodical process—exactly how I liked it.

At the same time, I started investing small amounts in Bitcoin. Back then, it wasn't the giant it would later become. Most people didn't even take it seriously. But I saw potential.

I kept the investments small on purpose, not wanting to draw too much attention.

I mentioned it to Raheem Reddy over coffee.

I told Alex about it, too, and he was on board. I also spoke about it to a few of my other friends. To Jacob McCoy, Lucas Surfer, and to my sister, Sydney.

Sam, however, was another story. If he knew, he'd probably dump too much money into it and ruin the balance I was trying to create.

...

By early May, VitalStream Holdings (VSTH) was on my radar. The stock was floundering below $1, a beaten-down penny stock in an industry that wasn't yet in its prime.

The short interest was sky-high. Over 60% of the float was shorted.

That was the golden ticket: a potential short squeeze.

Before making any moves, I waited for news.

The company had announced an update scheduled for 9:00 AM that morning.

If they delivered even mildly positive news, it could serve as the spark I needed to ignite the run.

At 9:01 AM, the press release dropped.

VitalStream was expanding its partnerships with mid-sized media companies. It wasn't groundbreaking, but it was enough. I gave it a few minutes to see how the market reacted, and when the price began to inch up, I made my move.

I started buying shares through the Swiss accounts, spreading the trades out to make it look natural.

The first buys were small—testing the waters.

Then, as the market warmed up, I started hitting larger orders, making it look like multiple investors were piling in.

The stock began climbing steadily.

$0.87… $0.93… $1.05.

By mid-morning, the buzz had started.

I jumped into the trading forum and posted an update:

"VitalStream just announced big news. Hold tight, everyone. The squeeze is coming."

The replies came fast:

"Finally, some movement! I've been holding this for months."

"This is it. Shorts are gonna pay big time!"

As the volume picked up, I continued feeding orders, creating the appearance of unstoppable demand.

The stock broke $1.50 by noon. That's when things got wild.

As the price surged past $2 within minutes, the stock was halted for volatility.

I glanced at my browser. The Yahoo forum thread was blinking non-stop with notifications. Every few seconds, a new reply or message popped up under my posts.

"This is the squeeze we've been waiting for!"

"Man, I almost sold last week. So glad I held on!"

"MK, you're a legend for calling this!"

I refreshed the page. The excitement was growing fast. More people were piling in, convinced that this was the start of something massive.

Trading resumed, and the stock skyrocketed again. $2.30. $2.75. By the time it hit $3, the forum was on fire: Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

"I just picked up another 1,000 shares. Let's ride this to the moon!"

"Whoever started this thread, I owe you a drink!"

I didn't reply to the posts but kept reading, watching the momentum grow.

By mid-afternoon, the stock had blown past $3.50.

The pace was relentless and I no longer needed to add fuel to the fire.

The shorts were capitulating.

I left a bid of 50,000 thousand shares to follow 10 cents below market price, so that traders see a support and continue buying.

I leaned back in my chair, watching the chaos unfold.

Every dip was met with new buying as more traders jumped in, hoping to catch the wave.

By 3:00 PM, the price hit $4. As it neared the all-time high of $4.50, another halt triggered.

When trading resumed, the final push sent it just shy of $4.50 before closing at $4.48.

The market was closed, but the forum wasn't, notifications kept pouring in even faster than before.

"This is insane BROTHER! you called it perfectly!"

"Tomorrow's gonna be wild. No way I'm selling yet."

"Fuck me! You're so lucky man! I only got in at 2.7$. Dang, if only I knew! This is how you play the market!"

I smirked as I shut down my PC.