All Chapters of I'm Just A Gamer Who Beat Wall Street: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Marcus's brow furrowed."Besides, judging from the way he completely disregards risk management and buys stocks like some clueless retail trader… I'm suspecting he doesn't even possess the most basic knowledge of investing.""Is that so? You really believe it's pure luck?" A faint, unreadable curve tugged at the corner of Brock's lips. "And tell me, do you think someone with no foundation whatsoever could survive layer upon layer of assessments and approvals to become a licensed trader here?""Eh?" Marcus was momentarily at a loss for words."This kid's style is exactly that." Brock's tone carried a trace of hidden amusement. "He doesn't cast a wide net. He prefers to put all his chips on just a few points he's convinced of."He's not ignorant of investing… quite the opposite. I can assure you, he understands diversification and risk management far better than you think. But he still chooses to act this way… which can only mean one thing: he has absolute, unquestionable confidence

What a brutal place…Someone who laughed and chatted with you yesterday might vanish from the office entirely after just one poor performance review—gone without a trace, as though they had never existed.Even the air seemed to carry an invisible weight, pressing on everyone's nerves."Yo, Elon, expected to see you in this early."A familiar voice broke through the silence. It was Charlotte."Morning, Charlotte. What's with… your face…?"He noticed the heavy shadows beneath her eyes, dark rings etched like marks of exhaustion, making her look utterly worn down."Don't even mention it. I was so anxious last night that I couldn't sleep at all. Now that I'm officially a trader, my performance is formally under evaluation."She forced a weary smile, her tone laced with fatigue."I'm terrified that if my results keep running negative, I'll be terminated one day without warning. How can I not worry?"So that was it.No wonder the traders behaved like skittish birds, quick to anger

Help Charlotte?No, he was the one in need of help.Elon's mind was working furiously, calculating every angle. He only wanted to lean on Charlotte's experience and analysis to make up for his own lack of reliable information sources."Of course! Discussing it together will definitely be more efficient!"Charlotte had clearly misunderstood his intentions, but the misunderstanding only heightened her enthusiasm."Let's see… The gold sector had a huge pullback before. Now, with geopolitical tensions and surging demand for safe-haven assets, plus the technical correction in place, I'd say gold is worth keeping a close eye on.""Charlotte, if I buy gold stocks, like you said before—short selling and hedging—how exactly do I do that? Could you teach me?""That's easy. Once you've bought gold stocks, you calculate the right ratio, then short gold futures or buy put options to hedge."As she spoke, Charlotte pulled up the gold futures chart on her monitor and began explaining in detai

Axom Capital, like every other private equity firm, treated risk control as its lifeline—sacrosanct, guarded with a sensitivity bordering on paranoia.Their pursuit was steady, long-term returns, never the fleeting thrill of short-lived windfalls. Everyone in finance understood this truth: chasing overnight riches in the securities market was no different from charging naked into a casino. At the end of greed always came devastating losses, enough to obliterate everything.That was why Axom Capital placed its faith in cold, unfeeling mathematical models, betting only where risks were lowest and returns most secure. Like a precision pump, they sought to draw profits methodically from the veins of the market.And precisely because of that philosophy, the moment a trader lost their head and spiraled into reckless losses, the risk-control supervisors—eyes sharp as hawks, screens under constant surveillance—would smash the pause button without hesitation, severing the hemorrhage in an in

"What? A newcomer?" Silas's brows knit tightly.In a private equity firm, rookies came and went—nothing unusual about that.But if someone this reckless, pulling off such earth-shaking moves, was just a fresh hire…The fury that had twisted his features a moment ago seemed doused by a bucket of ice water. His anger drained away, leaving behind a cold, heavy gravity."That trader… His name is Elon, isn't it?" His voice was low now, stripped of the earlier fire."Yes, it's him. Last time, too… It was Elon. He ignored all risk controls, bought into three stocks, and somehow managed outrageous returns. I wanted to warn him, but Brock from Desk One stopped me, said it wasn't necessary."Marcus nodded quickly, adding, "He also said… If I were really curious, I should come ask you directly."Silas's expression darkened, a storm flickering across his face, as though he were chewing something bitter he couldn't swallow.Watching his superior's shifting expression, Marcus's unease deepen