Life at The Top novel Chapter 7

Penelope’s voice was shrill and mean. At the same time, the hall was crowded with people as well. All of a sudden, Jasper became the center of everyone’s attention as they all set their curious eyes on him.

“This isn’t your home. Me being here has nothing to do with you. Please don’t bother me,” Jasper said with a frown on his face.

Penelope sneered coldly, “It’s true that it has nothing to do with me. I’m just worried that the two coins in your pocket are insufficient for you to pay the handling fees. How dare you come to trade stocks? What an embarrassment!” she exclaimed.

Right then, Richton White walked over as well.

After seeing Jasper’s card in Glory Jewellers that day, Richton pondered upon it for an entire day. How could a young man in his early 20s own up to ten million dollars in funds?

Therefore, that card did not belong to Jasper.

Some wealthy person must have asked Jasper to do him or her a favor.

Richton’s mind cleared after thinking about it that way. He felt much more at ease.

“Alright, Penelope. Why are you being calculative with a poor jerk who has never seen the outside world? My friend has already arranged things for us. We can go straight to the VIP room to open an account. A poor jerk like him may never even get the chance to see what a VIP room looks like in his entire life!”

Richton walked over and spoke to Penelope with a grin on his face.

A satisfied and superior glint flashed across Penelope’s gaze. “That’s right. You’re the best, Richton. You can enter the VIP room as you please while a poor jerk like him can only admire us,” she taunted him.

Penelope then sent a long, condescending glare at Jasper.

After they left, Wendy brought a middle-aged man over in a rush.

Once Wendy appeared, her gorgeous looks attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. Men and women of all ages alike had their eyes on her.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Laine. I’m Harold Wood. My apologies for letting you wait.”
After hearing all about Jasper, the middle-aged man sprinted down at almost record speed. A high-profile client like Jasper was rare. If he managed to sign a contract with him, his work performance would be enhanced.

“It’s alright,” Jasper said.

…

Inside the private reception room.

“Mr. Laine, are you intending to trade crude oil futures? No problem, President Jackson has instructed us to give you the highest discount on the commission,” Harold told Jasper in a courteous tone.

“The account opening and agency fees will be fully waived. However, to facilitate the drafting of the contract, please tell me how much do you plan to invest and the leverage you intend to use,” he requested.

“12 million dollars. I want leverage of 50 times to turn that 12 million into 600 million dollars, which will be used as the operating funds. If the amount is too small, it’ll be a waste of time!”

The entire reception room fell into pin-drop silence after Jasper spoke.

“Mister… Mr. Laine, that’s way too risky!” Harold stuttered.

As the business manager of a securities company, Harold had seen plenty of astronomical figures. 600 million dollars was nothing much, but as a personal futures speculator, Jasper dared to use 12 million dollars to leverage 600 million dollars in funds. Harold would never dare to do so!

“High risks, high returns. Mr. Wood, are you afraid of accepting this offer?” Jasper asked, directing a meaningful smile toward him.

“Mr. Laine, we can accept your offer under one condition. You must deposit 12 million dollars into the account of the securities company in the full margin, and it cannot be transferred out until your futures account is cleared,” Harold said.

Jasper nodded. He smiled and extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure working with you,” he said.

Harold sighed in relief. He clasped Jasper’s hand with both of his hands. Harold, who was rather well known in the financial industry, set an inexplicable gaze on Jasper.