I get such remarks a lot.
After all, it’s hard to imagine how a good-for-nothing who was expelled at P3 could achieve success if he didn’t ride on his parents’ wealth.
You see, the truth is… I did achieve success thanks to my dad. But not by inheriting his money, like most people think. In fact, it was the total opposite.
He never gave me what I wanted. His famous line was “Waste money.”
I used to be envious of my friends — their parents would give them money to buy computer games; my father only gave me enough money to eat. He was an extremely frugal man, and in those days, he would not even buy a brand-new car despite his wealth. He would compare prices of toilet paper and toothpaste all over the supermarket before deciding what to buy.
It was only decades later that I realised how my “stingy old man” had shaped me to be the go-getter I am today. “When I die, you will not get a single cent,” he always said. His tough love drove me to earn things that I wanted with my own hands.
It helped that every Chinese New Year, from the time I was 15, my grandfather would give me hongbao with cash plus Malaysian shares like Genting, Kuantan Flour Mill and Hicom.
When I was in the army, I started dabbling in shares.
At about that time, I was inspired by a book I read, Buffetology, based on the success and work of Warren Buffett. I was amazed by a man who was able to build his wealth purely through investing.
Sadly, my path was not a smooth one. I had decided to venture into the stock market, but I did so without much prior knowledge. In just two years of investing in the stock market, not only did I not make any money, but most of my stock holdings fell in value by more than 30%.
To make matters worse, one of the companies whose stocks that I owned became bankrupt and was delisted from the stock market.
I lost close to $30,000 as a result! Needless to say, this was pretty devastating for a young chap like me back then.
Frustrated and disappointed, I told myself that investing was a gimmick and a waste of time, and proceeded to sell whatever stocks I had left. I deposited whatever remained of my savings into ‘safe’ instruments like insurance policies and fixed deposit.
The story doesn’t end here, though.
I couldn’t get over this setback. For the next couple of years, I kept asking myself, “What did I do wrong?”, “What could I have done better?”
I knew I had to take whatever it takes to crack the code to investing profitably, consistently.