All Chapters of I'm Just A Gamer Who Beat Wall Street: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Just a few hours ago, Elon had assumed the day would be like any other—running errands around the office like a spinning top.Who could have imagined that, in the blink of an eye, he'd be seated before the high-end equipment that symbolized "veteran combat power," his identity undergoing a complete transformation?"Don't be too nervous, Elon." Charlotte drew a deep breath, trying to steady herself as much as him, though her voice carried a faint tremor."We can do this. It'll be just like the simulations we practiced before. Same focus, same moves, nothing different."Elon glanced at her and couldn't help but point out, "Charlotte, your legs… they're shaking.""Ah!" She looked down and, sure enough, her knees trembled uncontrollably. Flustered, she clamped them together, and her face flushed an even deeper red.Elon's own heart wavered with unease.Did the chairman—his guild master—already know he'd been promoted to a full trader?If he did, would he be shocked out of his seat?

Even in those so-called pay-to-win games—the notorious money pits—Elon had never seen numbers this massive.Wait… didn't Charlotte mention earlier that the minimum trading threshold was 100,000 dollars?Still, this was absurd!On his very first day as a full trader, they handed him 100,000 dollars in real money to manage?Has this company lost its mind?!…"Fuuucck!"In the break room, Zane slammed his paper cup onto the table, sending a few droplets of cold water splattering.He gulped down mouthful after mouthful, trying to quench the fire in his chest.What on earth was the manager thinking?Promoting those two rookies—especially Charlotte—straight into full traders?If they botched an investment and dragged down the team's performance, who was going to bear the loss?Sure, his personal bonus mattered, but the team's collective bonus wasn't pocket change either.If those two deadweights screwed things up and shrank everyone's year-end payout…"I won't forgive them," Za

"Don't even ask…" Charlotte let out a weary sigh, her voice deflated like a punctured ball. "This morning alone, I lost two percent. Risk control froze my account on the spot.""What?" Elon blinked. "Just a two percent loss… and they shut you down immediately?" To him, that figure didn't sound catastrophic."Exactly! But for our firm, two percent is a huge deal."She gave a bitter smile, her tone laced with self-mockery."Those 'eagle eyes' in the risk management department monitor every trader's account in real time. For newcomers like us, without much experience, the rule is clear—if losses hit two percent, they slap a red card on you and suspend your trading rights. Only the seasoned veterans get a little more leeway. They can slip as far as five percent before the hammer comes down."She paused, gaze drifting as though recalling an old echo. "Didn't Buffett say it? Rule number one: never lose money. Rule number two: never forget rule number one. That line hangs over us like

The morning report was concise and clinical."Mr. Magnus mentioned in the meeting… in a market like this, instead of stubbornly fighting the trend, it's better to ride the decline—profit through short-selling…"Fragments of words surfaced in Elon's memory, half-caught during the morning briefing.But… how exactly did one short-sell?He barely understood the concept.According to Charlotte, short-selling wasn't just about betting on losses. To manage risk, you had to buy specific stocks as a "hedge" to offset potential damage. Ratios had to be calculated. The right targets had to be chosen.'This is way beyond what I know.'Risk management, short-selling, hedging… For someone whose professional knowledge wasn't much deeper than a rookie's, those terms might as well have been written in an alien script, each one carrying hidden danger.What if he messed up a step and lost the company's money?'Forget it. I should stick to what I'm best at.'In truth, he had only one real weap

Zane's tone carried an obsequious warmth, a stark contrast to his earlier hostility."I owe you an apology. You know how it is, the market's been brutal lately, everyone's under pressure. I lost my cool and let my temper get the better of me. You understand, don't you?""Ah… yes, I do." Elon hesitated before giving a reply."I knew you would!" Zane latched onto the opening at once, his grin widening, eager to climb higher on this rope he'd cast."The moment I first saw you, I thought, this guy's kind, easy to get along with. From now on, we're teammates, right? Let's look out for each other, keep things harmonious, okay?""Yes. Thank you." Elon nodded politely."By the way," Zane asked with feigned casualness, his voice dripping with concern, "with the market in shambles today… Your losses must've been heavy too, right?"He'd heard the rumors—Charlotte, who was said to be close to Elon, had been forced into liquidation earlier in the day. Even someone with connections like Elon