He did not quit his job. He did not buy a Porsche. He did something stranger: he went back to the bookstore and bought a second copy of the Fifth Edition—a clean one, no mildew. He left the cracked one on the subway seat, hoping someone else would pick it up.
And he made sure, first, to know something.
A synthetic long. Buy an at-the-money call. Sell an at-the-money put. The payoff was identical to owning 100 shares of stock, but at a fraction of the capital. Your risk was still the downside, but your upside was unlimited. And the margin requirement? A joke compared to outright ownership.
He bought it for $4.50, the cashier not even looking up from her phone.