Is the Order Bom-i?

Stocks.

Doing them is truly simple.

So simple you wonder why you ever made it complicated.

You just buy.

Then sell at the right time.

That's the end of it.

A simple game of pocketing the difference.

Looking at the chart makes it even easier to grasp.

Buy low, sell high—that should be all there is to it.

"Losing money in this world turned out to be ridiculously easy."

"Is that so?"

"That's how it is!"

In reality, of course, it is difficult.

Even if you already know the future price action.

The moment retail money piles in, the market is designed to shake them out.

Fear feeds on them.

Their hearts start to waver.

Buying and selling stocks is nothing like what people imagine.

"If I can just get my principal back, Bom-i will order chicken for dinner."

"Right now that money's already jokbal money."

"Huuhh!"

Bom-i's reaction, too.

She looks even emptier-headed than expected.

What the hell am I doing dragging a kid into this?

A twenty-thousand-won loss.

When it ballooned to twenty-seven thousand, she wore the most wronged expression in the world.

A client this shocked over such a tiny sum was a first for me.

I wanted to smack her upside the head.

"Ten thousand won is so, so appreciated. But, but Bom-i's jokbal is never coming back."

But I had to hold back.

You do not lay hands on the child sitting right in front of you.

At least she really does seem to be a famous streamer. Somehow.

Hard as that was to believe.

I had no idea where the Republic of Korea was headed.

Not my problem to worry about.

What mattered was achieving the purpose that brought me here.

"You can easily get back to break-even."

"Will the day come when Bom-i can smile and tear into jokbal again?"

"Just trust Oppa."

"Is it okay to trust Oppa?"

I taught her the good side of investing.

And made her place her full trust and reliance in me.

She stared at me with suspicious eyes.

The fact that she had lost money looked extremely unfair and infuriating to her.

This is just the kind of thing that happens when you invest.

You said it would go up if I bought it?

But real investing is a roller coaster by nature.

Bom-i did not look like she had the guts to ride it out.

No—most investors were the same.

"Trump is turning friendly toward North Korea, so it looks like the sanctions might ease. Once construction starts up there, Future Construction is the first beneficiary stock people pick."

"Whoa."

Wall Street's legendary investor.

Peter Lynch's fund posted returns exceeding 2,800 percent over thirteen years.

Ironically, more than half of his clients still lost money.

They could not endure when the fear hit.

Idiots, you might think.

But trap anyone in the middle of the Pacific and they all become the same.

When is the rescue team coming?

If they can escape with only a small loss, they will gladly pay that fare.

That is the individual investor.

That is why running a fund is hard.

The money tries to flee at every opportunity.

Persuasion is the entire job—and the money itself.

Partner with a famous influencer and you can hold the reins with ease.

"Volume is already picking up steam, and the institutions have finished accumulating, so they'll pump it hard soon."

"They said never put off until tomorrow the jokbal you can eat today."

"One day is fine to put off."

"Hing."

Investors and ordinary people see things differently.

An investor's fear comes from numbers; an ordinary person's fear comes from emotion.

That isolated feeling that only you are completely screwed.

Locked alone in a dark room, it is terrifying.

But with two people, the exact same situation becomes bearable.

Even more people?

You stop feeling fear at all.

Nothing has actually changed, of course.

"Bom-i feels the shared pain of fellow sufferers."

That is how ordinary investors react.

The emotions in their heads dictate their investment psychology.

Just turn on the stream, go "I got bagheld too, waaah, it's okay, it'll go back up," and you're done.

It dissolves the isolation.

It even has the effect of restoring their reason.

If I just wait a little longer, it should climb again, right?

It gives them that sense of trust.

A famous influencer would never have bought without thinking, after all.

"Don't trust yourself. Trust me. Trust the Future Construction that I trust."

"Will Future Construction bring Bom-i jokbal?"

Or not.

Either way, I needed to train her that if she believed and waited, she could make money.

The timing was perfect.

Three-thirty was the hour when a pleasant reversal waited.

"Whoa!"

Bom-i's eyes went round.

They looked ready to pop out even more than when she had been silently pressuring me.

Because the stock price had moved.

It had shot up hard right before the closing auction, locking the close at the day's high.

People call that "direction confirmed."

After-hours buying would pile in now.

"The jokbal has returned!"

"Yeah."

"Bom-i can even buy delicious cola! Bom-i can cheerfully run on the hamster wheel!"

After one night she would be able to drink dozens more cans.

If she could not even wait for a single cola right now, though, it would be a stretch.

That's why you need a fund.

I needed one too.

A fund is not merely a vehicle for gathering capital.

Credit.

And influence.

Those lead directly to expanding the actual assets under management.

In finance, trust is money.

You can maximize leverage.

"Bom-i hyped?"

"Bom-i is in high spirits~."

"Want to make more profit?"

"Bom-i is confident about eating. It would be nice if stocks could be eaten too."

That foothold.

No—she could become a business partner.

For as long as the fund was doing well, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at least.

If it keeps doing well, no problem.

Conveniently, she also loved to eat.

Bom-i's stream.

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.

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It became a topic.

The structure made it inevitable.

Tens of thousands of viewers were watching.

The ripple effect surpassed most terrestrial broadcasts.

It became a massive issue across the communities.

Countless viewers poured their attention onto it.

Of course it would.

Seven billion.

On stream the cheerful atmosphere had let it slide past.

Bom-i's unique aura of making people stop thinking had played a big part.

But it was not a small incident you could just brush off.

For a single individual—especially someone in their twenties—to be holding that much was an absurd sum.

All sorts of stories came out.

From conspiracy theories to agreement, criticism—every possibility anyone could invent.

Which one was correct?

What was the purpose of appearing on the stream?

Nothing could be uncovered right away.

One thing was certain: it was real.

Both the fact that he held seven billion, and the fact that the Future Construction he mentioned was rising.

No—it became a full-blown national topic.

On television and in articles, North Korea-related news poured out day after day.

It shaped people's thinking as well.

Recently the stock market had made North Korea-related names the main theme.

Someone with the ability to foresee that.

There could not be many such people in the entire Republic of Korea.

Countless viewers rolled up their sleeves and started searching.

His identity being revealed was only a matter of time.