Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

While Zhang San was using the law to protect his interests in mainland China, a group of people in New York were having a wild party on the other side of the world.

Since the dot-com bubble burst in March 2000, a group of companies made a fortune by shorting internet stocks.

Jack Manigan Fund has been riding high for the past year. He looks towards the distant Twin Towers, his dream destination. Moreover, in an email conversation with a mysterious prophet, the prophet also expressed his fondness for the location, believing it to be the ideal place for a fund company.

Recently, he received a dividend of $100 million as requested by Mr. Prophet. In addition, in the past two months, some investors have redeemed their funds upon maturity. Of course, more investors have entered the fund, forming a healthy balance, which makes him feel that life is very good.

"It's time for us to move. This place is no longer suitable for us. We are now Wall Street's new elite managing nearly 10 billion dollars," Jack said loudly to his investment partners in the conference room.

The colleagues in the conference room cheered happily, saying that this was truly a wonderful era.

As for the families torn apart and destroyed by the bursting of the dot-com bubble, they were automatically ignored. Countless businesses went bankrupt on Wall Street.

I heard that a major bank's $30 billion internet fund, established less than a year ago, has also gone bankrupt and been liquidated. Although there are some familiar signs, I can't say anything about it.

There are many more such cases, including bankrupt funds or investors.

And they are the victors this time, now enjoying the joy of victory; Wall Street's victory naturally means making a lot of money, and they are beginning to enjoy life, for example, starting to change office locations.

The Twin Towers, also known as the Twin Stars, are one of New York City's iconic landmarks. The entire complex took more than a decade to build.

On a typical weekday, there are 5,000 people working here, and 200,000 tourists coming and going, so the flow of people is enormous.

To meet the needs of this place, the New York Post Office gave this building a special postal code, 10048, which shows how busy it is and how much mail comes from all over the world.

Two of the tallest buildings offer panoramic views of New York City, allowing you to take in the entire city from above.

Because of its height and uniqueness, many famous companies set up offices here, as if not having their own space here would make them seem less prestigious and lacking in prestige.

Besides world-renowned institutions like Deutsche Bank and the New York Stock Exchange, countless fund management companies have offices here. In addition, there are the New York City Emergency Management Center, the Central Intelligence Agency, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the IRS, Customs and Excise Department, and other tenants including banks, the Securities and Exchange Commission, and insurance companies.

According to relevant data, there are more than 1,000 companies of various types in the entire complex, with a total of more than 50,000 employees.

Imagine moving into a place like this and becoming a tenant—wouldn't that be incredibly prestigious? Wouldn't your status be completely different? Wouldn't all the investors flock there?

Jack immediately contacted the property management company and asked them to help him find an office space.

The World Trade Center Property Management Center, which is also the lessor of the entire complex, immediately began searching for a suitable office location for this wealthy and upstart fund company.

"Hey Mars, do you know what's going on? A lot of fund companies are moving here lately."

The man called Mars was operating the computer, which was running the NT-MS operating system, and it was very user-friendly.

He said in a nonchalant tone, though with a hint of sarcasm, "What else could it be? These lucky bastards, they found the right direction, shorted the internet, you know, they made a fortune, a huge fortune, amassed countless riches. I hope they're happy forever, heh..."

After the dot-com bubble burst, Mars lost everything and suffered huge losses, didn't he?

The person asking the question shrugged, no longer bothering the other person, and continued to seriously... slack off; finding an empty spot wasn't easy, with so many companies here, naturally they didn't want to move.

"Mr. Manigan, I'm sorry, not at the moment, but we'll keep an eye out for it later."

Undeterred by the news from the staff, Jack said, "Are there any businesses for sale where you are? I've decided to buy one."

F**K, those damn rich dogs, they deserve to die! *&%￥#@#%￥@*&

Mars was internally turmoil, but for the sake of his work, and also his bank loans and credit cards, he could only politely reply, "Mr. Manigan, yes, we have that. We'll contact you right away, but we'll need to charge a certain fee."

"OK, I have plenty of money, hopefully a price that satisfies me."

If there are difficulties, face them; if there are no difficulties, create them and face them anyway. That's the extravagant life of the wealthy.

Jack is just that kind of person, simple and honest. He just wants an office in the Twin Towers. Is that so hard? Is there no justice? Is there no law?

Jack believes that problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all.

Two weeks later, Jack Manigan Company moved into the office they wanted, completing their transformation from an ordinary large fund company to a well-known large fund company.

"Guys, tonight, I've booked the entire *** nightclub."

Jack took off his suit jacket and started swinging it around, his body swaying back and forth, making it clear to everyone how excited he was. The people in the company, sensing their boss's joy, all roared with excitement.

That evening, the Jack Manigan Foundation's housewarming party was held at a famous New York nightclub, attracting countless celebrities from New York. After all, the rise of a new elite always needs someone to celebrate and offer blessings.

After hearing about Jack Manigan's operations, other fund companies immediately got creative and followed suit. If anyone was unwilling to sell, they would give them money and let them go. This happened frequently over the next month.

Mars was a witness to all of this, and he was also the one who orchestrated much of it. Therefore, he felt a surge of anger and cursed these bastards, hoping they would ascend to heaven and then be condemned to eternal damnation.