All Chapters of I'm Just A Gamer Who Beat Wall Street: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elon was just a rookie who'd only been on the job for a handful of days. How much trouble could he possibly cause?The secretary placed the thin folder gently on Winford's desk.He picked it up with a hint of suspicion, his eyes skimming lazily across the page.And then—His pupils shrank as though pricked by a needle. His brow knotted into a hard, sharp line."Wait a second... What the hell is this supposed to be?"His voice spiked, edged with disbelief. "Full trader status? Elon? Promotion?"The contents of the document couldn't have been further from what he'd been expecting.The secretary, ever composed and professional, gave a small nod."Yes, Sir. We've had a string of resignations lately, and to fill the gap quickly, the firm has decided to promote several promising newcomers. Elon Shaw... is among those selected.""Are you kidding me?!" Winford nearly crumpled the page into a ball with his bare hands. He shot his head up, eyes blazing like they might spit fire. "Have

The atmosphere inside the trading department was oddly strained.At his desk, Brock appeared absorbed in the constantly shifting data flashing across his monitor. Yet the corner of his eye kept drifting toward the top floor—the chairman's office.Silence.A suffocating silence.By all logic, yesterday—or at the very latest this morning—Winford's "thunderbolt" should have struck by now! The people responsible ought to have been summoned to his office for a furious scolding, left shaking in their shoes.After all, Brock had done the unthinkable—promoting a newcomer who had barely been in the company a few days, someone who hadn't even touched a live trading account, straight into the position of full-fledged trader.If word of that got out, it would be branded as laughable, absurd, reckless to the point of insanity!There was no way Winford hadn't heard.And yet, from yesterday until now, there hadn't been the slightest ripple. Not a sound. It was as though the matter had sunk to

Halfway through her words, Chloe's voice suddenly faltered.At last, she noticed the glaringly obvious wrongness about Elon.Her gaze locked firmly on him—more precisely, on the brand-new suit he was wearing.For a moment, the air itself seemed to freeze."Elon... why are you wearing a suit?"Elon instinctively straightened his not-so-broad chest, forcing himself into a calm, dismissive air as though this were hardly worth mentioning."Why else? Just got off work, of course. Didn't Mom tell you?""What?!" Chloe shot up from the couch with such force she nearly flung her precious phone across the room.Her voice spiked several octaves higher."Elon! Y-you found a job?!"Elon gave a measured nod, trying to keep his expression composed. "That's right. Your brother is no longer an unemployed loser.""When? When did you find a job? This is huge! Why didn't you tell me? Congratulations! Finally, you've got a job!"Her voice brimmed with shock and excitement, tinged with disbelief

"If you asked who in the securities industry truly raked in the big money, most people would blurt out the obvious answer—those lofty directors and executives at the top. But that," a crisp, melodic voice chimed in, cutting through the usual morning heaviness like a shot of pure adrenaline, "is a huge mistake."It was Charlotte again, patiently laying out the unspoken rules of the trade for Elon."When it comes to guaranteed salaries, of course, the executives pocket more. But if we're talking about those staggering, sky-high performance bonuses—the commissions—then it's the traders who walk away with the lion's share. They earn far more than the bosses."Sunlight streamed through the blinds, scattering fractured patterns across the desks. Charlotte's tone carried the thrill of someone sharing a closely guarded secret."That's why every firm ranks its traders by levels.""Levels?""Yes, levels." She nodded. "Think of it like school—grades and class rankings, splitting people into

"Sir... what did you just say? You're promoting those two?" Zane's voice cracked with disbelief, rising in pitch as his fury spilled out. "Fine, maybe Charlotte has some experience, but even for her, this promotion is far too sudden! And Elon? He hasn't even been here that long! This is outrageous! Look across the entire company, and you won't find another case this absurd!"Zane's words trembled with indignation, his eyes sharp as poisoned blades, cutting toward Elon and Charlotte with seething hostility.Elon, however, could understand his reaction. In truth, even he himself was still reeling, completely dazed, unable to make sense of what had just happened. The veteran traders, he suspected, felt the same way—shocked, bewildered, struggling to digest the news."This decision was made for good reason," Brock replied evenly. "During the recent simulation exercises, Elon achieved the highest returns in our team. That is one of the reasons.""But, Sir, that was just simulated trad