American Hunting: Starting with Solitary Life in the Wilderness

Chapter 272: Only Three Days' Worth of Profits (Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

Tuesday, April 2022, 1.

The polar night in Alaska is still long, and the town of Wiseman is shrouded in a deep blue hue.

For three whole days, Lin Yu'an hardly left the house, completely immersed in the ocean of flight theory.

Those two thick textbooks were no longer just dry texts and charts in his eyes.

His brain, enhanced by the "golden finger," rapidly disassembled, analyzed, and categorized thousands of knowledge points, ultimately constructing a complete and rigorous knowledge palace.

Aerodynamics, aircraft systems, aviation meteorology, federal aviation regulations... He has not only memorized them, but has reached the point of understanding and being able to integrate them.

He could even mentally rehearse a complete simulated instrument flight from Anchorage to Fairbanks, including all the route planning, weather analysis, and air-to-ground communication procedures.

He's already mastered the theoretical knowledge, the first hurdle. Now, all that's left is to wait for the weather to improve so he can conduct the crucial live-fire flight training.

During those three days, he deliberately avoided paying attention to any news or stock price related to GME.

For him, the bullet had already left the barrel. What he needed to do was not anxiously stare at the trajectory, but calmly prepare for the next battle.

That afternoon, Arya's exclamation broke the tranquility of the cabin.

"Lin! Come quick! You...you come quick!"

Arya was holding a tablet, browsing financial news, her voice filled with disbelief and shock, even trembling slightly.

Lin Yu'an put down the book in his hand and walked over, and Emily also curiously came over.

On the tablet screen, the Yahoo Finance headline was displayed in bold capital letters:

"GameStop undergoes major reshuffle! Activist investor Ryan Cohen to join the board, stock price surges in pre-market trading!"

Below the news article is GME's previously lifeless stock price chart. Just today, a near-vertical green bullish candlestick, like a spear, pierced through the long-standing consolidation range!

Aria's fingers trembled as she opened the app for Lin Yu'an's securities account.

As the page refreshed, a brand new, dazzling string of numbers appeared before the three of them.

The market value of the account's holdings is no longer the alarming 1300 million that it was initially.

The stock price, which he bought at $22.5, has now steadily risen to a high of $38.6 after three days of consolidation and a frenzied surge in pre-market trading today!

This means that in just three days, the $1300 million he invested has now become:

577777 shares x $38.6/share = $22299992.2!

A full twenty-two million three hundred thousand US dollars!
“My God…” Arya covered her mouth, barely able to breathe.

In just three days, or even just this morning, they made a net profit of over $930 million!
This number is almost as much as the after-tax net income from the Arc'teryx contract he just signed!
"This...this...this has almost doubled?" Arya stammered, feeling like she was dreaming.

For the first time, money became a string of numbers that seemed so unreal and so crazy to her.

Emily took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down from the shock of those huge numbers.

She looked at Lin Yu'an and found that he still had that calm expression, as if all of this was just a scene already written in the script.

"Is this just... the beginning?" Emily asked tentatively.

“Of course.” Lin Yu’an took the tablet from Aria and closed the glaring account page. “I told you, this would only explode. Now, the fuse has just been lit.”

He looked at his two lovers, who were somewhat dazed by the immense wealth, and smiled as he embraced them.

"Alright, don't be fooled by these numbers. Remember, until we officially leave, they are all just a string of code."

He kissed their foreheads and said softly, “Now, let’s talk about some more practical issues.”

"What?" Arya looked up blankly.

Lin Yu'an's eyes sparkled with anticipation and plans for the future.

"For example, on our first flight, should we go to Denali National Park to see the highest peak in North America, or to Katmai National Park to see brown bears catching salmon?"

Lin Yu-an's question was like a clear spring, instantly diluting the huge impact of the nearly ten million US dollars in unrealized gains.

Arya and Emily's thoughts were pulled from that illusory digital world filled with zeros back to the real and magnificent Alaskan land beneath their feet.

“Dinari, of course!” Arya blurted out, her eyes instantly regaining the brilliance of the Texas sun.

She stepped out of Lin Yu'an's embrace and excitedly gestured around the living room, as if she were already on that future airplane.

"I want to sit in the passenger seat! We're going to fly over those huge glaciers and circle around the top of that white mountain!"

"The book says that only 30% of tourists are lucky enough to see Denali in its entirety without being obscured by clouds. And we want to be the luckiest ones!"

Her face radiated a thirst for adventure, a pure joy that money couldn't buy but could buy.

Emily smiled and looked at Lin Yu'an with a gentler gaze: "If I could, I would like to fly to the Kenai Peninsula. I want to see the forests and lakes there from the air."

Her longing was not about spectacular scenery, but about the roots of memories and emotions.

Lin Yu'an listened to their plan with a gentle and satisfied smile on her face.

“Okay, all good,” he said softly. “Dinali, Kenai Peninsula…we will fly to all the beautiful places in Alaska.”

He paused, then his tone suddenly became serious: "However, before planning these flights, I have a more important plan that I'd like to discuss with you."

Seeing his solemn expression, the two women fell silent.

Lin Yu'an took a deep breath and slowly said, "I think it's time to consider moving away from Alaska."

These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, leaving Arya and Emily stunned.

"Leave?" Arya asked in disbelief. "Leave here? Why? Didn't you love life here the most?"

Lin Yu'an looked at them, her eyes filled with affection and a hint of guilt.

He frankly said, "Yes, I like it. I like the primitiveness, tranquility, and challenges here. But I also know that this kind of life is too hard for you."

He took Arya's hand; her knuckles had developed thin calluses from chopping wood and doing housework.

He looked at Emily again, remembering how she had browsed fashion websites several times, only to helplessly choose ordinary clothes that could be mailed to this remote town.

“Life here is still too far removed from civilization.” His voice softened. “Shopping is inconvenient, social interaction is practically nonexistent. Most importantly…”

He looked at Arya and said softly, "Arya, I know you miss your mom and dad. I don't want them to have to travel halfway across America every time they want to see their daughter."

He then turned to Emily: "Amy, I know you like design, you like art, you like raising small fish, and you like all things beautiful and exquisite."

“You should live near a city where you can always see the latest art exhibitions, browse boutiques, and have afternoon tea, instead of letting your hobbies and aesthetics be buried in the wilderness here.” These words, like a warm current, instantly struck the softest spot in the hearts of the two women.

They never complained, but he saw and remembered all their hard work and sacrifices.

Lin Yu-an laid out his plan in its entirety: "So, my idea is that once the GME war is over, we'll use this money to buy a really big farm in the United States."

"A farm with mountains, lakes, and forests, where we can continue to experience the fun of the wilderness, but at the same time, it is not far from the city and life is convenient."

“We can grow our own organic vegetables, raise a herd of cattle and sheep, and have a huge studio for Emily. Most importantly, Arya can drive to see her family.”

"As for this home in Alaska."

He looked around the cabin filled with their memories, "We can use it as our vacation home, coming back every summer to stay for a while and enjoy the midnight sun and fishing."

"Or, it could be transformed into a unique guesthouse, specifically for those who truly love the wilderness."

This was the first time Lin Yu'an had mentioned such a specific plan for leaving in front of them.

Lin Yu-an smiled and said, "I'll leave this task of site selection to you. From California to Montana, from Colorado to Tennessee, you can take your time to look around and choose."

"We've earned enough money to buy a very nice farm in this country."

Excitement shone in both Arya's and Emily's eyes.

Arya's first thought was a farm in Montana, which offered stunning natural scenery and was far more convenient than life in Alaska—a perfect compromise.

At first, both women were immersed in their beautiful imaginations about the future, but after a while, the excitement on Arya's face was gradually replaced by a trace of worry.

She looked up and gazed earnestly at Lin Yu'an: "Lin, I love all the plans you've made for us."

"But... I don't want you to give up the life you truly love for us. I know the wilderness is where your soul truly resides."

Emily nodded and added, "Yes, darling. I'd love to live here. I can buy pretty clothes online, it's no big deal."

"More importantly, your career is based in the wilderness. If we suddenly move to a farm, will your fans accept it? Will your career be affected?"

Their concerns were sincere and profound. Their primary concern remained Lin Yu'an himself.

Lin Yu'an looked at them, his heart filled with emotion. He knew that he had the best lovers in the world.

He smiled and shook his head, dispelling their worries one by one: "Darling, have you forgotten what I was just learning?"

"Flight license?"

“That’s right.” Lin Yu’an’s eyes gleamed with confidence.

“A large farm can also showcase the life of the wilderness. As long as it has mountains, lakes, and forests, I can record more diverse daily life, such as horseback riding, farming, and cattle herding.”

"Moreover, once I have an airplane, the wilderness will just be a few hours' flight away for me. Geographical distance will no longer be a constraint."

"As for my career..." His gaze became distant, "Recent experiences have made me realize that my world should not be just a wilderness."

"I've seen a wider world, and I want to take you there to see its wonders. My video content should also grow and expand accordingly."

"From wilderness survival to living below zero degrees Celsius, and then to owning your own farm, isn't that a grander and more compelling story in itself?"

He held their hands tightly: "Wilderness life is no longer my whole life."

"You are my everything. Providing you with the best life is what I want to do most right now."

These words completely dispelled the last trace of doubt in their hearts.

“Then you can rest assured and leave it to us!” Arya’s eyes lit up again. “I guarantee I’ll find you the best farm in all of America!”

“Yes, I will be in charge of the design.” Emily smiled, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

The family huddled around a map, enthusiastically discussing their future plans. If all goes well, they might start a brand new life in their new home this year.

Alaska's woodland will be transformed from a place of refuge into a beautiful resort destination.

In this warm and hopeful atmosphere, Lin Yu'an's satellite phone, which had just quieted down, suddenly rang at an inopportune moment.

The name flashing on the screen was Scout Braun.

Lin Yu'an gestured to Aria and Emily to calm down, then took the phone and went up to the study on the second floor alone, pressing the answer button.

"Lin!" As soon as the call connected, Scout's voice, filled with suppressed excitement and shock, came through, a stark contrast to his calm and professional demeanor just three days ago.

"You...you saw that? GME! My God, Lin, you're a devil! You're absolutely a devil!"

Lin Yu'an could clearly hear the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.

“Calm down, Scout,” he said calmly. “This is just the beginning.”

"The beginning? This is only the beginning?" Scout's voice rose eight octaves!

"Lin, do you know? My five million dollars, just now, when the pre-market trading ended, its market value had already exceeded eight million three hundred thousand!"

"Three days! A profit of three million three hundred thousand dollars! That's more than all the investments I've made in the past year combined!"

Lin Yu'an remained silent, listening attentively. He knew that Scout had been completely won over. Money was the best weapon to pierce through all reason and professionalism.

Sure enough, Scout's tone quickly shifted from shock to urgency and a hint of pleading: "Lin, I... I must admit, I underestimated you."

“Now, I want to invest more, I mean, much more! But before that, I need to confirm with you again about that exit date you mentioned… January 26th, is that accurate enough?”

"Should we adjust our plans earlier or later, based on the current upward trend?"

This is a typical investor mentality: greed and fear begin to intertwine in the face of huge profits. He wants to earn more, but he also fears the market will end prematurely.

“Scooter, my goal is very clear.” Lin Yu’an’s tone was completely calm. “My principal is 1300 million. I will leave the market when its market value reaches my expected value.”

He paused, his voice growing deeper, as if sharing a more crucial secret: "As for the date January 26th..."

"It is not an absolute point in time, but a reference point for the triggering of an event."

Lin Yu'an began to package his memories of his past life. "According to the information I received, a major event will occur around January 26th, like opening the last valve of a dam."

He recalled his past life, on that day when Elon Musk poured a whole barrel of fuel on the fire with a simple tweet, "Gamestonk!!"

But he couldn't be 1% sure what would happen on January 26th in this life.

Lin Yu-an has a deep respect for the butterfly effect.

Maybe that person is still Musk, maybe he will speak earlier or later, maybe... someone else will come along to play that role.

(End of this chapter)