All Chapters of I'm Just A Gamer Who Beat Wall Street: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elon couldn't help but feel relieved. That usually taciturn, stone-faced, muscle-bound Brock truly possessed a market instinct that defied the ordinary.Yet just as this thought flickered across his mind, a jolt struck him, 'Wait. Didn't I... buy a battery-related concept stock in my simulated investment account yesterday? What would that mean now?'"Charlotte! Elon! What are you two still standing around for? Can't you see everyone else is working? Get this report sorted—quickly!"A hoarse bark lashed out from across the room, cutting his thoughts short. It was another senior trader, his impatience barely restrained."Y-yes! Right away! Elon, let's go!" Charlotte snapped back to herself, tugging him along.'Forget it.' Elon shook off the thought. It was only a simulation—just numbers on a screen. Nothing real. Best not to dwell on it.What mattered now was keeping his head down—lower than ever—and making sure he handled his share of mundane but error-proof tasks. The last thing

At that moment, countless institutions that had shorted battery stocks—convinced prices would fall—were caught completely off guard by Flyndonesia's "black swan."Instead of dropping, prices skyrocketed. Desperate to cut their losses, traders rushed to cover, only to discover that the market was flooded with buy orders, with hardly any sell-side supply to meet them.Their frantic attempts to close out shorts became fuel for the fire, pushing prices even higher, swelling losses like a snowball hurtling downhill, growing larger with every turn.The only faint consolation—the sole mechanism slowing this catastrophe—was the stock market's daily 10% price-limit rule.But even that so-called protection brought little comfort. In a market gripped by hysteria, with everyone scrambling to buy at any cost, a stock could hit its upper limit and remain locked there for days on end, no sellers, no liquidity.For short-sellers, this meant nothing but helplessly watching their losses balloon, day

"First rule: absolutely no grinning like an idiot! "Second: shoulders slouched, never stick your chest out or hold your head high! "Third: keep your eyes down, play the submissive rookie. Never, ever make eye contact! Right?""Exactly! Well said!" Charlotte nodded in approval, her tone tinged with satisfaction. "You've got a good memory. Seems my mentoring hasn't gone to waste. Haha!""Of course! If I've managed to survive till today, it's all thanks to your careful mentoring, Charlotte, hehe.""Shh—!" Charlotte quickly pressed a finger to her lips, signaling him to shut up. Her eyes darted nervously around the office. "Quiet! Didn't I tell you… No laughing today!"Her nervous expression sobered Elon instantly. He swallowed his smile at once.The company atmosphere was unlike anything he had ever felt before.Every employee looked like an enraged bull on the verge of charging, red veins streaking their eyes.The air was heavy, suffused with an almost suffocating tension, pier

The moment the subject came up, Carter's temper flared again. He rubbed his throbbing temple with a scowl."How many times have I told them? Play it safe! Steady and cautious! But no, every one of them acts like a starving ghost, eyes locked on scraps of short-term profit! Pennies over pounds!""Well, you can't entirely blame them," Brock replied in his usual even tone. "At the time, the whole market thought it was a golden opportunity.""Alright, alright. I know it wasn't your desk's fault."Carter waved the matter away, clearly unwilling to dwell further. His lips curled with contempt. "It's those bastards in Flyndonesia stirring up trouble, pulling stunts with production cuts for no damn reason!"After a long breath, he turned his gaze back to Brock."So then, who exactly are you recommending for promotion? Which rookie in your desk has already earned that qualification? Because I don't recall any.""A young man who just joined not long ago," Brock said evenly."Just joined?

"Did you hear? After the recent market crash, a few of our guys couldn't take it anymore. They broke down, tossed in their resignations, and vanished."In the office, hushed voices traded the latest gossip. The air carried a faint, gunpowder-like tension."Tch. Like we haven't seen this a hundred times before?" another trader shot back, his voice utterly flat, almost bored, as if the news was barely worth a glance."Look, we use models to forecast probabilities. But if anyone in this room thinks they can predict the market to the penny, they're delusional. That's not analysis; that's divinity. If a little turbulence shakes them out this easily?" He shrugged, a gesture of pure dismissal. "Good. Better they wash out now than blow up later."In the end, investing was nothing less than a brutal war between willpower and conviction.Someone once said, "The vast stock market is nothing more than a cauldron, boiling over with the raw essence of human greed and fear. At times, it blazes l