Chapter 81
Chapter 81
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Stocks
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Stocks.
Sunlight poured into the second-floor conference room of 'Blue Sky'.
Sitting at the head of the long table made of premium hardwood, I grinned at the three women seated in a row before me.
To my right was Han Yura, wearing her usual cool, professional expression as she sat with her laptop open.
Lately obsessed with real estate, she seemed eager for this meeting to end quickly, tapping her fingers on the table.
Next to her sat Yoon Chaewon, with her gentle smile that seemed to accept every situation warmly.
When our eyes met, she even nodded softly, as if encouraging me.
And at the far end sat Choi Yang.
Even after going through that intense 'opening ceremony,' she hadn't changed a bit.
If anything, she looked like she'd seen it all and found nothing special, propping her chin on her hand with a bored expression as she gazed out the window.
The impatient Yura spoke first.
"What now? What crazy scheme are you dragging us into this time?"
"Tsk, Vice President. We're in a meeting. Mind your titles."
I scolded her with the utmost professionalism of a 'CEO.'
At the word 'Vice President' from my mouth, shock flashed across Yura's face.
She muttered to Chaewon beside her in disbelief.
"Chaewon, call the cops. Tell them a lunatic escaped from the psych ward."
I coolly ignored the 'Vice President's' words and stood up to preside over the meeting.
"Alright, Blue Sky executives. I've gathered you today for an important decision. Thank you for making time in your busy schedules."
"……"
Han the Vice President, Yoon the Director, Choi the Secretary.
All three women stared at me with the exact same look: 'What the hell is this idiot doing?'
But I pressed on undeterred with my declaration.
"Blue Sky Investment will graduate from the crypto market effective immediately and enter the stock market."
As my declaration ended, a heavy silence settled over the conference room.
The one who broke it was, predictably, Han Yura.
She opened her mouth in a mocking tone, as if it was the dumbest thing she'd ever heard.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, CEO?"
She deliberately used the 'CEO' title I'd just pointed out to mock me.
"Quitting crypto that prints money for stocks? Have you lost your mind?"
I didn't lose my relaxed smile despite her heated reaction.
I'd anticipated a question like that.
"Vice President. Money printing? You're right. The crypto market printed money for us. And it did a damn good job."
I stood and walked over to the conference room window.
"But printing counterfeit bills in a neighborhood stationery store is a whole different league from getting your hands on the Bank of Korea's printing press itself."
"...What?"
"Crypto's become too small for us. Shaking one 'coin' around is just playing local thug. But predicting the stock price of Korea's top company, Hyunseong Electronics, or world-leading Nova Motors? That's the realm of gods."
I gazed out the window as I continued.
My voice brimmed with unshakable confidence in myself.
"My Post-Nut Clarity isn't just about calling ups and downs. It's seeing through every news, rumor, company insider info, and public sentiment. In the stock market, where info is money and money is power, that's where I can unleash my ability at 100%, no, 200%."
I turned back to face the three women, still looking confused.
"I'm no longer a lawless crypto kingpin. I'm becoming the god of Yeouido and Wall Street. And you all are my apostles."
At my words, Han Yura's mouth fell slightly open.
In her eyes, contempt for the 'madman' clashed fiercely with greedy 'what if it's real...' hunger.
I savored their expressions with satisfaction.
Well, truth be told, this whole thing stemmed from nothing but a craving for validation...
But telling these money-hungry bitches that would just get me dismissed as pie-in-the-sky bullshit.
So I kept it to myself.
And it wasn't wrong anyway.
Crypto market versus stock market.
The gap between them was as vast as a neighborhood pond versus the Pacific Ocean.
Gather every crypto market cap worldwide, and you're lucky to scrape a few trillion dollars.
That's still insane money no normal person could touch, but that's by 'our' standards.
This market's volatile, easily rocked by a few whale dumps—a small, shallow pond.
Our 'money printing' so far was just splashing around scooping fish from that kiddie pool.
But the stock market, the legit financial world, is different.
A real 'ocean' boiling with over $100 trillion in combined corporate value worldwide.
There, individual players or whales get swallowed by single waves from massive currents—national pension funds, sovereign wealth funds, global investment banks. True 'monsters' lurk there.
Above all, the 'substance' differs.
Crypto's a massive mirage.
A sandcastle built on billions believing 'it'll be worth more tomorrow,' with no real backing.
When that belief fades, value crashes to zero.
Stocks are different.
Behind them are real companies running factories, selling products, paying salaries.
Their value stands firm on solid ground, not illusion.
Shaking a mirage is con artist work.
Tripping a real giant with substance?
Manipulating a 'coin's' price is small-time thugs owning a back alley.
Influencing 'Hyunseong Electronics' stock? That's holding a national economy hostage.
The scale, impact, and quality of 'power' gained are worlds apart.
My ambitious declaration left everyone in the room speechless for a moment.
Then, Yoon Chaewon, who had been quietly smiling, cautiously spoke up.
Her voice held pure curiosity.
"I don't know much, but... stocks move on charts too, right? So isn't it pretty much the same as what we're doing now?"
Han Yura shot her a look like 'Is that even a question?' but I smiled in satisfaction.
"Great question, Director Yoon."
I spoke gently to her and pulled up Bitcoin charts on one side of the large conference room monitor and Hyunseong Electronics stock charts on the other.
"Sure, both have charts. But the number and depth of 'variables' moving those charts are completely different."
I looked into Chaewon's eyes and explained as simply as possible.
"Predicting crypto charts is like guessing a puppy's next move from its pedigree. Good bloodline means healthy, trained means obedient—predictable to a point. But that's it."
"Stock charts are different."
"Now, I'm seeing everything through the puppy's own eyes. Its mood right now, if it slept well last night, if the owner snuck it a treat, if it's grumpy from fighting the neighbor's cat. All internal and external factors."
I pointed to the Hyunseong Electronics chart.
"My Post-Nut Clarity reads the tens of thousands of factors behind this chart. New product development, factory utilization, CEO health issues, labor disputes, political lobbying, competitor moves, and the greed and fear of institutions and crowds trading it. I see it all at a glance and pick the surefire play."
I finished, looking back at Chaewon.
"That's why it's a whole new level. Before, I predicted the next wave from its shape. Now, I calculate wind, currents, moon's pull to forecast a typhoon's path. Got it, Chaewon?"
At my kind explanation, admiration sparkled in Yoon Chaewon's eyes.
She nodded with a bright smile.
Then, Choi Yang, who had been propping her chin and staring out the window bored, finally joined in.
"President."
Her voice carried sharp realism.
"So investment horizons get longer, right? Hitting dramatic returns short-term like before becomes basically impossible."
Her voice dripped dissatisfaction.
It made sense.
After her virgin pussy went from 'new' to 'used' and she officially joined our club, Choi Yang dumped her entire salary and savings into our 'seed money.'
But that was just a few million won.
Nothing compared to the billions me, Yura, and Chaewon had as seed.
Our 1% dwarfed hers.
Simple math: we could live lavishly hitting stocks' daily 30% limit just once a year.
Choi Yang couldn't.
Investing basics: money makes money.
By that cold rule, she was hopelessly disadvantaged.
I saw right through her concerns and grinned.
"Smart girl, Secretary Choi. Already looking out for your own rice bowl?"
"……"
"Don't worry. You're thinking of stock investing like 'farming.' Plant seeds, wait months or a year for harvest. Fine for normals."
I stood and approached her side.
"But we're not farmers. We're closer to prophets who know where lightning strikes or oil gushes tomorrow."
I patted her shoulder.
"We don't aim for one limit-up a year. In a few hours of Post-Nut Clarity, I can pick tomorrow's limit-ups, limit-downs, mergers, delistings. Investment horizon? We don't have one. Just 'prophecy' and 'execution.'"
I whispered devilishly sweet into her ear.
"So relax. Turning your few million into billions won't even take a month."
At my words, her cynical face crumbled. Hidden greed ignited like a ferocious flame in her eyes.
Confirming that fire, I smiled in satisfaction and moved to ramp up the mood to the next phase.
"With that in mind..."
As I trailed off, Han Yura, seeing right through me, sighed deeply and muttered.
"Yeah, yeah. So, suck it, you sluts. This is what you dragged us here for, right?"
"...What the hell?"
At my flustered response since it wasn't going as planned, she snorted.
"Your head's an open book... But I'm on my period today. If you're fucking, use the back."
"Oh?! Vice President... You used to hate anal like the plague, but now you love your backdoor pussy?"
Her face flushed slightly at my teasing.
She snapped back gruffly.
"Shut up, you developed it and now you're bitching."
She turned her head in embarrassment, but that was clear affirmation.
I grinned triumphantly.
Perfect warm-up for the new war ahead.
I stood and declared to everyone.
"Alright. Today's 'business' is Vice President Han's backdoor. Director Yoon, prep the poop scraper. Secretary Choi... tissues again today, please."