Semua Bab I'm Just A Gamer Who Beat Wall Street: Bab 51 - Bab 60

This industry forever treads on the edge of a blade.One need not look too far back. Even today, titans overseas—firms several times the size of Axom Capital—collapsed overnight because of a single lapse in risk management. Such disasters appear time and again, flashing across news headlines like lightning before vanishing into memory.To cushion against such blows, layers upon layers of financial regulations were erected. But that hardly guarantees safety. The bitter lessons of astronomical losses caused by domestic firms' failures in risk control were written in history more than once.The infamous "fat finger" incident at Delacruz Securities… Richmond Bank's sudden stock price surge to limit-up… the Layson Aviation Oil fiasco with its catastrophic options losses… and other storms that once rocked the markets.The bloodstains were still there, while some other names had long been buried in the dust of history.Inside the chairman's office, the head of Axom Capital, Winford, sat

When it came to "futures trading," it was like dancing on the rim of a volcano—exhilarating, yes, but one careless step and the lava would scorch you to ash.With leverage stacked tenfold by default, every trade was a rollercoaster ride that made your pulse pound. Prices swung with manic violence, and the market convulsed like it were in seizure.Yesterday's crude oil contracts had been steady as a rock. But the moment artillery thundered in the warring countries, prices shot sky-high. Tomorrow, if the Federal Reserve so much as coughed, they could plunge so low their own mothers wouldn't recognize them.A saying made the rounds in trading circles: the futures market was nothing less than "finance's Russian roulette." Veterans gripped technical analysis charts in one hand, a margin-call calculator in the other. Their screens bristled with stop-loss and take-profit orders, as though they could strap eighteen seatbelts onto their accounts to keep them from flying apart.And still,

Brock couldn't hold it in anymore. The emotions roiling inside him erupted like a volcano, and a crude curse—loaded with shock, jealousy, confusion, and even a trace of fear—burst from his lips before he could stop it.He honestly couldn't think of any words more concise, precise, and brutally fitting to capture the chaos in his heart.Sure, out in the wild, there were always a few lunatics willing to go all in and gamble recklessly. Every so often, someone managed to rake in godlike profits in the short term.But it never lasted. Over time, the balance always corrected itself, and the market clawed back every cent.Yet here, in a well-regulated private equity firm with a solid risk-control system, someone had just wrung out a forty percent return—and not through long-term strategy, but by hammering out intraday trades, flipping futures back and forth like it was nothing.Brock could swear to the heavens: in all his years in the business, across every trading floor he'd set foot o

"Potential?" Winford arched a brow, his tone tinged with amusement. "Or is it just because he's hired under my name, you trying to flatter me, maybe slip him a little special treatment?"Beside him, Max seized the chance to sneer, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hah, I'd bet that's exactly it."Brock shook his head firmly."Absolutely not. It's not just potential. He's already proven, with hard numbers, that he's nothing short of a genius."Max let out a derisive laugh, his face full of disbelief."You make it sound so grand. Anyone who didn't know better would think this kid is pulling in five percent returns a day for the company!"In the world of private equity traders, a consistent daily return of five percent was a near-myth—an achievement so rare that anyone capable of it would be treated like royalty wherever they went.And yet Brock's next words landed like a bombshell, detonating in the suffocating silence of the office."More than that… far more."The mocking smi

Winford cleared his throat, forcing the room back on track. He turned toward the head of Risk Management, who had been silent until now."Silas, what's your take on this?"Silas rose, his expression grave. "Gentlemen, to speak frankly, from a risk management perspective, I consider Elon's current methods to be extremely and recklessly dangerous!"His trading behavior completely violates our internal risk controls and operating principles. It's like watching someone cross a cliffside rope bridge with no harness, no safety net—nothing. He's abandoned all forms of risk management, charging ahead blindly, recklessly. This isn't investing… It's gambling!""I disagree." The moment Silas finished, Brock stood and cut in.All eyes swung back to him."I believe Elon wouldn't take such bold actions without reason. He must have his own methods—his own confidence." Brock met Silas's gaze. "I've studied his trading patterns and timing closely. I am convinced he has developed a system—his ow