Chapter 12
Chapter 12
The Black-Haired Investor Who Awakened as a Superhuman 012
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He seemed to value the opportunity to remain silent at over ten thousand dollars.
I would have felt the same.
The ten thousand dollars I squeezed out of Victor had a tag attached, indicating he would get it back by any means necessary, but we'll see.
Unless he gets fired or leaves Goldman Sachs.
There's no chance he'll take action to get the money back.
And so began my first day trading in a long time!
Dopamine took over reason.
Tesla is a god, after all!―
"That's why they call him Tesla, Tesla."
The market's madness far surpassed even the predictions of a certain Awakened one with super intelligence.
Looking at the current state of affairs, yesterday's surge could be called madness.
But today, the market showed just how crazy it could get with an even greater rise than yesterday.
Even though Chinese factories are rapidly shutting down as if machines are also infected with the virus, the market is in this state.
Just today, Apple issued a direct warning.
A warning that there would be disruptions in the supply of major products.
It has become a foregone conclusion that sales forecasts will be revised downward.
Just a glance around.
You can easily find reports that a supply shock will occur due to the shutdown of Chinese factories.
Unless the real Nikola Tesla is resurrected and surrounds the entire factory with a Plasma Barrier!
Tesla's Shanghai Gigafactory will eventually shut down as well.
But everyone ignores it.
Just as Goldman Sachs is condoning Eric's insider trading for profit, the entire market is colluding to ignore it.
I was holding onto my short position, waiting for a correction in this market…
I wonder how annoying Team Leader found me.
And he'll be proud of me today.
'Because today, I'm just another monkey like them.'
Ooh ooh ah ah!―
At least for today, this madness doesn't seem like it will stop.
* * *
When the market closed.
[ Account Balance: $14,500 ]
The account that started with ten thousand dollars had increased to fourteen thousand five hundred dollars.
A profit of four thousand five hundred dollars.
In terms of return, it achieved a whopping 45% on the day.
It falls far short of the highest return rate recorded during the day.
With this level of return, Goldman would praise our prop traders, saying they've done a year's worth of business.
Well, the scale of funds is on a different level.
I remember those days.
Memories of earning the company a lot of money through aggressive trading and receiving both praise and scolding from Team Leader began vaguely and quickly became clear.
“This trade was really well done!”
“The risk you take affects our entire team. Next time, approach it more carefully.”
Every day won't be like today.
Even a relentlessly running bull will eventually tire.
Even the market of madness, which seemed like it would rise endlessly, always had an end.
Just looking at the profit-taking volume that poured out of Tesla today, the bull seemed to be losing strength in its legs.
It's a bull that will collapse from exhaustion even if left alone.
'But what if it gets sick too?'
Considering the deadly transmission rate of Wuhan Pneumonia.
It seems like there's only about a month left at best.
And the beginning will be in Korea.
On the day the incubation period ends.
* * *
It was one of the days I mainly traded Tesla.
'Is this really okay? They're saying Chinese factories are shutting down?'
I couldn't help but laugh at the constant thought.
Tesla, which had undergone a major correction due to profit-taking, succeeded in recovering its previous high point again.
Wuhan Pneumonia is of no concern.
I guarantee, even the Legendary Korean Shamanic Spirit, Han Gi or whatever, couldn't predict this.
Even with this superhuman brain, it's difficult to accurately analyze the market's madness.
No, it's impossible.
'Because trying to rationally analyze something irrational is wrong from the start.'
In any case, it's a natural principle that the more trades you make, the lower your chances of winning.
Because Tesla's volatility had been so great over the past two weeks, I had naturally been drawn into those many flows.
Still, I was maintaining profits despite the many trades.
[ Account Balance: $21,000 ]
My day trading account is currently hovering around $20,000.
While I was preparing for the morning market in front of the computer, Mom came in. I stopped Mom, who was about to leave after just putting down a tray with Hershey's chocolate and fruit.
"Mom, is there anyone around you planning to go to Korea?"
"They say they wouldn't go even if you gave them money."
It seemed like word was spreading in the community Mom was active in.
"I don't know what's wrong with the country. If you get the virus in Korea… how can you live there?"
From Mom, who was watching the news, the feeling of horror was strongly evident in her expression and tone.
In Korea, the movement information of confirmed cases is being disclosed to the public in too much detail.
Where each confirmed case visited and when.
Who they were with and at what time in what place.
All personal information is being disclosed in detail by time slot, and privacy is being exposed nakedly.
It was as if the confirmed case was trapped in a transparent glass box.
This box is placed in the middle of the street, and everyone passing by can look inside.
Korean people are only focusing on what he did wrong.
"Even if you get an urgent call from Korea, don't even think about going. Got it?"
Even if the relationship was cut off a long time ago, I couldn't help but be conscious of the last meeting.
"I told you, I wouldn't go even if you gave me money."
I stopped Mom again as she was about to leave for work.
"Mom, are there any New Heaven and Earth people in your community?"
“…New Heaven and Earth?”
"Never mind. Even if you hear about them in the future, don't get involved with those people."
"What is it?"
"It's a cult in Korea. There's a branch here."
Los Angeles and Chicago also have them. It wasn't just Wuhan.
"Do you think Mom would fall for something like that?"
I could immediately agree if someone else said it.
But our family is a bit unusual.
'Because we know that a world of non-human things exists.'
My gaze lingered for quite a while in the empty space where Mom had been.
Worries were already rising.
It was a more realistic worry than worrying about whether Mom would meet New Heaven and Earth people in the community.
Even if we're both of Asian descent, I'm a healthy man, while Mom is an elderly woman.
She's an easy target for hatred.
Not long after Mom left for work, a text message came.
[ Can we talk? ]
It was Jason.
* * *
I met him again.
It's been almost a month since our last meeting.
Since he was having trouble speaking first, I took the initiative.
"It's amazing you held back that much. Honestly, I thought you'd be calling every day."
If he had invested in a general fund, he would have been able to check the rate of return every day.
Jason and his colleagues are investing through a Special Managed Account Method.
There's no way to know how the money they invested is doing.
The contract only stated that they would be notified once a quarter.
Jason looked very sorry for taking up my time, unable to bear it.
I said.
"I told you it would be difficult."
I added it to make him laugh, and he even laughed.
But the shadow on Jason's face only deepened.
He, who was already a man of few words, became even more silent and returned.
"Sorry."
"Don't be so sorry. It doesn't change my position. As I said this morning, it's not a case where I'm disclosing the situation one by one."
"I know, I know. I know… I can wait. But……."
Despite his prominent muscles, his voice lost strength as it went on.
"Is there any way to send that friend a short text, even just to say that we're making a profit?"
He himself thought that this wasn't right.
The eyes of a fighter who should be piercing through his opponent were filled with a mixture of apology and resentment, like a beast cornered on a cliff.
"Jason. Just curse me out to that friend. Don't try to defend me."
Of course, it wasn't the answer he wanted to hear.
If he's coming to me like this, given his personality, it means that the other person isn't just curious about the profit situation, but has strongly demanded that they want their money back.
Redemption? Not difficult?
Many redemption requests that will start from that?
I can solve that too if I want to.
But.
I erased the smile from my face and continued.
"A contract is a contract."
Before it's my motto, I hope this incident will be a great lesson in capitalist society for him as well.
"The progress will be notified at the end of this quarter, so tell them to wait."
"Hieon."
"Don't be disappointed. You shouldn't be. I'll get up first."
And I added.
"Don't contact me for things like this in the future."
I'm showing the typical appearance of a con artist right now, but I didn't care.
I left the cafe.
The last time I checked, he was still motionless with his head bowed.
Competitive spirit blew wind around Jason, and a considerable number of investors gathered.
But as a day passes, and two days pass, and as time passes and they regain their composure.
It's my money, but I don't know what's happening. They say I can't get it back.
But if I make a profit, they'll take more than half.
"Oh my god! I've been scammed… my money!"
They will realize anew how abnormal and fraudulent the investment contract they have entered into is.
Not only this psychology.
There are often moments in life when you need quick money.
If not, they may have become interested in the economy by starting to invest, and may have made their own judgment that it is time to withdraw their money now.
The situation Jason was in was foreseen from the beginning.
But I didn't stop him.
There was something he needed to learn because he was about to have a windfall.
He must learn about money, contracts, and especially [the terror of goodwill given without compensation] this time.
Only then will he be able to live a healthy life in this capitalist society for a long time.
'Cheer up, Jason. They say after hardship comes happiness. The responsibility as a spreader is inevitable.'
Like 'that' confirmed case in Korea.