A Casual 25.5 Billion
Institutions are gonna dump some shares to shake the price down a notch.
It's gonna keep climbing anyway, so don't panic—HODL, yeah?
Hello.
I'm Jubungi, a total stock addict and college student.
A while back, I invested in Han Siul following a friend's advice.
But thanks to Shorta Jwa's tip, I dodged the loss—and ever since, I've held her words as sacred.
And that faith? It hasn't steered me wrong.
During the Shopity mess that gave her the Shorta Jwa nickname, I trusted her call blindly. Turned 7 mil into 20 mil.
I'm not bragging about my gains.
Recently, my mom got rushed to the ER in critical condition. Surgery cost 18 mil won.
Without Shorta Jwa, I might not have covered it—or worse, had to go to loan sharks.
Just wanna say thanks from the bottom of my heart.
From now on, no more fan—Shorta Jwa and I are one flesh, united
Any attacks on Shorta Jwa = attacks on me
Shorta Jwa, my love.
Shorta Jwa, my light.
Shorta Jwa, my soul.
Shorta Jwa, me.
"…."
"Whaddya think? Pretty entertaining, right?"
It's only natural for eyes to flick toward a sound.
On the phone screen, a guy in a suit was yapping about global sentiment. Sharp looks, polished outfit, solid voice.
The perfect scammer package.
"Heh. Guy's got a knack for spinning third-grade basics into gold."
"Yeah, to a newbie, it sounds super legit."
A broadcaster playing smart and sophisticated, hawking stocks. Listening to it, a laugh bubbled out of me. The content was too obvious for the grave tone.
"It's just 'wars boost defense stocks' level thinking."
Analyzing what's already happened and riding news waves? Might score quick wins, but it won't last.
How do Wall Street folks play it then?
"Actually, the guy's not wrong."
"Huh? But you just called him a scammer…."
"No lies. Just rehashing old news."
I shrugged and tapped Choi Seoyoon's phone to kill the stream.
Finally, the noisy café hushed. My Americano cup was beaded with condensation by now.
I lifted it with a grin. A droplet raced down my hand to plink on the table.
"Retail investing's like this: rain starts, buy an umbrella."
"…Wouldn't that still make money? Demand spikes in the rain."
"But you're buying after you're soaked."
Retail—ants, basically—bet on the obvious. Returns, target prices, headlines….
"In other words, buy high, sell low."
"Simple."
"Too simple."
If that worked, why would anyone have a job?
'Why's this pumping?'
'Where's this cash flow from?'
'How long will the momentum last?'
"Folks with some investing chops start pondering that."
"Reading the flow, huh?"
I nodded.
"Yep. But that's still amateur hour." "Damn, high standards…."
"Wall Street's full of greedy bastards."
That's why they bet on structure, not flow.
"…Structure?"
"Remember what that streamer said?" "Just heard it, yeah."
"Global tensions rising?" "Yep."
"Tensions up = defense stocks pump. That's his take, right?"
Choi Seoyoon nodded vigorously.
"That's retail thinking now."
"Oof… guess I'm retail."
"Semi-pros watch fund inflows, sector rotations, supply sustainability. That's investor level."
Sector rotation: where the money's flowing. Like AI stocks overheat, cash shifts to semis or gear plays.
"But for big bucks, dig deeper. Metaphor time?"
Still-dewy cup in hand.
"Retail sees rain, buys umbrella. Investor sees clouds, preps."
"And someone like you…."
Before she finished, I leaned in close, face to face.
"People like me? We find out who's selling the umbrellas first." "Ah, uh…."
"If we can, buy the seller outright—or at least game their price moves. Or wreck 'em entirely."
"G-got it, so back off the face a bit…."
"Oops, sorry."
Choi Seoyoon snapped back to shy mode. Glancing at her phone in her hand jogged a buried memory.
"Oh, right!"
…Fuck.
What got me to this café in the first place?
"W-what?"
"Was supposed to head home…. Been two days, no contact."
"Huh? You called ahead, should've been fine?"
I silently pulled out my phone corpse. Even she nodded at the trashed state.
"Aha…. But couldn't you email from your laptop?"
"Tried…. Then the big news hit." "Still, plenty of time to check in midway."
"Ahem."
Excuse: hyperfocus mode blanks everything else. Props to immersed me!
…Nah.
"Contact her now!"
"Yeah, gotta…."
Dreading the fallout, but can't keep worrying Seola. No more dodging reality.
Minimize the scolding: how?
Conclusion: one.
Full frontal assault!
Strut in as the cool sis who made bank—might slide by? Busy with biz vibe.
What you wanna eat? Want anything, just say
"…Looks read."
"…Yeah."
The '1' in the bottom right was gone.
But no reply from Seola, no matter how long I waited.
"Better apologize to your sis pronto…."
"Ugh…. Yeah, guess so?"
"Better than nothing…."
Mid-apology draft to Seola.
Sploosh.
Someone upstairs dumping water. Institutions.
I yanked hands off the keyboard, dumped part of my position.
Price plunging toward breaking 70%, then rebounding.
"Dump leverage below 90% now."
"You should do fortune-telling for real…."
I tossed back lightly, eyes on the skyrocketing chart.
"Where's the fun in that?"
The dump volume? Mostly digested, vanished.
Proof plenty wanted Velmira Biopharma shares.
"…It's climbing again fr."
"Duh."
Answered without glancing away.
"That was the shakeout. This is the pull-up."
Institutions don't dump all at once.
Can't.
Shake, cling, repeat.
Right before hitting +90%.
I closed the full leverage position.
"Done now?"
"Kinda yes, kinda no…. Yeah."
Water dumped again from above.
Zero's the floor.
Meaning, above that? Price can twist any way.
Won't drop below 100% now, sure.
But if the deal flops or trials fail later? Exit then.
Institutions with fat stacks exit too slow.
So they dump chunks at sure-profit zones.
'Bonus: shake out the leveraged plebs.'
Leveraged folks like me know, so close early.
Hence the war below acquisition arb's 200%.
My to-do now? Simple.
Plop.
"Remaining 6 bil's spot now—just hold."
Order Executed
Realized P/L: 25,503,720,210 KRW (+22,503,720,210 KRW)
Return: +850%
Velmira Biopharma netted me 25.5 billion.
Not insane returns vs. Shopity, but….
Hey, more capital wiggle room.
"…Whew."
Now, how to spin this to Seola.