Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Awakened as a superhuman, black-haired investor 017
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Goldman Sachs prop floor.
A warning bell rang in the TVIX Option market, of all places.
[ Oliver: Check the TVIX Option market now. A large transaction just went through. ]
Victor, after checking the messenger, immediately switched the screen to the TVIX Option market.
It was true.
The aftermath of a force dumping over $100 million worth of shares at market price was evident on the chart.
In the illiquid TVIX Option market, that amount of volume at once meant that.
A force that had already completed its accumulation was finally realizing profits.
[ Victor: They made a killing and left. ]
Victor replied nonchalantly.
The TVIX Option market had a negligible share in the vast capital market.
A market too small, with daily trading volumes ranging from millions to tens of millions of dollars.
If the entire capital market was the ocean, this market was just a handful of seawater.
Even today, when volatility was at its peak, it barely exceeded $1 billion.
It was a place that didn't require much attention.
So, the force that dumped $100 million worth of shares this time had to thank Bill Ackman.
Thanks to him creating anxiety throughout the capital market, that force was able to take massive profits and exit at the optimal moment.
[ Victor: It might be a peak signal for the Corona Shock. ]
Victor tossed it off casually and tried to turn his attention to other markets.
But the reply that came back caught him.
[ Oliver: With this much volume, there should be traces of large-scale accumulation, but there aren't. It seems like volume accumulated a long time ago. Hard to believe, but around February? ]
That's when it started.
That's when he felt that the situation was unusual.
[ Spencer: Jackpot in TVIX! ]
Victor sighed and closed the chat window.
No sooner had he done so than another window popped up.
[ Theodore: Suddenly, trading volume exploded in TVIX. Check it out. ]
[ Nathan Real: Shit. Did you hear? Life really is a one-shot deal. ]
Nathan Real always spoke roughly, but this time his annoyance was more blatant.
Other windows continued to overlap.
[ Samuel: Jackpot. It's TVIX related. ]
Victor's entire network was focused on the TVIX incident.
This wouldn't be just a matter for the juniors.
It was clear that the upper floors and other institutions on Wall Street would also be paying attention to this rare event.
Victor closed all the chat windows and fixed his eyes on the chart.
'From January to the end of February, around $2.3. And the price traded at market price today is... around $1,000.'
The volume dumped into the market was worth $100 million.
But when that volume was accumulated, it wouldn't have been even $500,000.
'So... 300 times?'
It was a Jackpot of at least 300 times.
That return alone was enough to shake up the Street.
But there was one thing that Victor and the other juniors could be sure of.
There was almost no chance that the protagonist of the Jackpot was from Wall Street.
'Whoever it is, they have amazing luck.'
This was the kind of investment that only Ape would make.
In the first place, volatile products like TVIX tend to be approached by Ape looking for a one-shot deal, but.
If the protagonist of the Jackpot was a Wall Street person, they would have already steadily realized profits in the middle.
Wall Street people, who are accustomed to reducing risk by executing buy and sell orders according to thorough strategies and scenarios, would likely not have held the position until a 300x profit.
But Ape are different.
They don't know how to realize profits, and they don't know how.
They hold their positions until the end with excessive expectations for the peak.
Most end up liquidated, but sometimes a Jackpot that writes history explodes.
And now was that historic moment.
'It's just a Jackpot that Ape blew up.'
Victor's eyes remained cold, just as they were at first.
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I finished showering with cold water.
I sat back down in front of the computer.
Now that I had regained my composure, it was time to find a reporter.
I knew a few reporters.
But I needed a reporter who would be directly interested in this TVIX Option Jackpot.
The TVIX Option market is small, making it easy to pinpoint the size of the Jackpot.
By now, the industry would be buzzing with rumors, and a reporter to write an article about it would soon appear.
Soon, related articles began to pour out from various financial media outlets.
The first to report it was Bloomberg, and the reporter was Emily Harper.
「 300x Jackpot in TVIX Options – Explosive Volatility During Bill Ackman Interview
TVIX had been rising with investor interest in the unstable economic environment caused by the Corona Shock, reaching higher peaks.
This rise took a dramatic turn today, March 18, during Bill Ackman's live CNBC interview.
As Bill Ackman strongly warned of the collapse of capitalism due to the pandemic, market volatility reached its peak.
At that moment, over $100 million worth of shares were dumped at market price in TVIX Option trading. It is known that an investor who recorded a whopping 300x return appeared.
The case of a whopping 300x profit, which is hard for ordinary investors to see in their lifetime, is a historic event that will remain in the financial market for a long time.
This will be talked about among investors for a long time.
March 18, 2020, 23:30 EDT
By Emily Harper, Bloomberg Reporter 」
With a few clicks, I followed the link, and Emily Harper's Twitter account immediately appeared on the screen.
Her profile picture, standing confidently against the Manhattan skyline, caught my eye.
Her recent tweets were promoting her article updated on Bloomberg, and it already had many comments and retweets.
I immediately wrote a message.
[ @AlphaMind_1999: I am contacting you regarding the '300x Jackpot in TVIX Options' article. I am the protagonist of that article. If you contact me at the number below, I will agree to an interview. ]
[ @AlphaMind_1999: (917) 555-4628 ]
I waited for a response.
On the way to the kitchen, suddenly overcome with hunger.
My phone rang.
< Hello. This is Emily Harper. I saw your message and am contacting you. >
Her voice was calm yet firm.
< But I need to be able to verify your identity before I can continue the conversation. >
I replied calmly.
< Coincidentally, there is an investment performance presentation today. If you come there, you can naturally verify my identity. How about we meet in person and talk? I will answer all your questions at the presentation. >
< From what you're saying, I think you're from Wall Street, is that right? >
< That's right. >
For a moment, a short exclamation came from the other side.
< Really? That's amazing. >
I felt surprise and a bit of tension.
The initial cold tone seemed to waver a bit, and then she cleared her throat and asked.
< When and where should I go? You said today, right? >
< Yes. I'll send you the details by message. >
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「 Investment Performance Presentation
(Performance Review Day)
• Date: March 18, 2020, 5 PM
• Location: [The Roger New York]
We apologize for the sudden scheduling of the presentation today due to the rapid changes in market conditions, and we hope that as many people as possible will attend.
-Investment Management Company
Hyun-woo Na 」
Jason, after finishing lunch, checked the message that suddenly flew in.
Even after reading it several times, his head was confused.
He had thought everything was over.
The investment money was gone, and with it, the remaining hope was torn to shreds.
In particular, the memory of that day was still vivid.
The argument that took place in the gym.
And the group brawl that turned into a physical fight.
Since that day, life had become even more difficult as he had to prepare bail money, and he was enduring day by day in a completely collapsed reality.
Now, even if his colleagues spat or swung their fists, he couldn't respond like that day.
The guilty had to remain silent.
But the invitation seemed somewhat hopeful.
But investment performance?
There was no way such a thing could really exist.
The other colleagues were the same.
Everyone who had participated in the investment seemed to have received the same message, and they were silent while looking at their smartphones.
"What kind of scam is he trying to pull again?"
Someone muttered.
"If we go there, can we see that bastard's face? Jason!"
Some suddenly burst into resentment.
"Isn't he doing this to avoid the law?"
"Was this scammer's name Hieonwoo? Jason, is this right?"
"Jason! What's going on?"
They were all looking for Jason, but they also knew that there would be no answer from Jason.
Jason was like someone who had really lost his words, and there wasn't a day when he uttered even a single word.
It would be better if he didn't come to the gym, but he came every day and devoted himself to grueling training as if punishing himself.
That appearance made the people around him even more crazy.
"Say something. He's your friend. Weren't we ruined? But a performance presentation. Does that make sense? After blowing it all... he's calling us back together? He can't do this unless he's planning to die."
A colleague came over and wrapped his arm around Jason's shoulder.
Jason stared blankly at the trembling fingertips of the colleague who had embraced him.
For the first time in a long time, Jason's lips began to open.
Everyone's attention was focused.
"He said... it's not over until we say it's over. That's all."
That wasn't the answer everyone was expecting.
Curses immediately erupted from here and there.
"Shit! Then today must be the day!"
Even those who had briefly had hope realized the reality again. It was the day that even a famous Wall Street expert declared the collapse of capitalism.
There was no way that the money invested before the pandemic could still be left.
A voice full of anger rang out loudly.
"Let's kill this bastard, really!"
One by one, the people around him began to agree with that voice.
"Yeah, it's all over! We just need to see that bastard's face once! Our money is all gone, and now only that bastard is left!"
Another person shouted and kicked a chair.
"What performance presentation after blowing all our money! Does that mean there's no money left?"
Everyone was now thirsty for revenge.
They hit the walls and kicked the floor, expressing their uncontrollable anger with sound.
"Let's go! Let's all go and kill that bastard!"
There was still quite a bit of time left until the promised time. Nevertheless, people began to leave the gym one by one.
There was no more hesitation in their eyes.
Now the goal was clear.
Their steps quickened as if the only thing left to do was to punish that scammer.
Jason also got up with his heavy body.
He gasped and quickly began to type a text message.
[ Hyun-woo. Don't come. And don't answer any calls. ]
[ I'll take responsibility for calming them down here. ]
[ Don't do anything until I contact you again. ]
[ Please, promise me you won't do anything. ]
[ You're in danger now. Okay? Promise me. ]
Even after sending the text message, Jason's heart was in turmoil with anxiety.
People's anger was already unstoppable.
Hyun-woo's invitation had reignited the fire in those who had given up.
If Hyun-woo were to face them directly, the situation would obviously escalate to the worst.
Jason looked at the hand holding his phone, hoping that this desperate message would reach Hyun-woo.
A moment later, the phone vibrated.
It was finally a reply from Hyun-woo.
[ Already arrived. ]