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Chapter 61

It was so humiliating!"But hey, it doesn't really matter!" Charlotte quickly shifted gears, her tone turning magnanimous. "In our line of work, all that counts is the outcome. Profit margins, right? As long as you make money for the company, it doesn't matter if you nap through the day. Even if you lounged at home every single day, the chairman would still praise you!"As she spoke, she leaned over by habit, craning her neck toward Elon's screen, eager to peek at his trading results."Come on, let me see how you did today… Hmph! If you've been dozing off without earning a dime, or worse, if you lost money, then I'll have to "teach" you a proper lesson… Huh? Wait… wait a second—"Her expression froze as if someone had pressed the pause button.She blinked, leaned in even closer, staring at that blinding number with wide-eyed confusion. Tilting her head, she muttered in disbelief, "Elon… is your trading software glitching? Forty percent? That… that can't be right. The system must b

Chapter 62

The end of the month—an unwritten rule dictated that it should be a day when every working stiff wore a smile.After all, who doesn't wait eagerly for that moment when their hard-earned salary finally lands in the bank?For the traders at Axom Capital, it was even more so. This was the day they measured results, collected rewards, and, at least in theory, celebrated their victories.Of course, the mood soured the moment you remembered—damn it, it was a Saturday, and they were still dragging themselves into the office. No matter how much they tried to put on a cheerful face, irritation lingered beneath the surface.But today, something felt especially off. A strange heaviness hung in the air, pressing down over the trading floor."Hey, anyone heard if any team actually hit their targets this month?""Targets? You're dreaming. Look at the market—it's been in free fall!""Breaking even would take a miracle! Word is, most teams got slaughtered. Nothing but losses across the board."

Chapter 63

"Desk One? Wait… isn't that—""Brock's team?!""No way! Brock pulled it off? That guy? The one who's practically a ghost—he's been secretly cooking the books this whole time?!"In the collective office memory, Brock was little more than an eccentric with a paper-thin presence.He never showed for team manager dinners—claimed he didn't want to gain weight and ruin his muscle definition.At work, he was a closed book, speaking only when necessary, a man of few words.Who would have guessed that while the rest of the firm was bleeding out, his desk had been quietly printing money? And not a single rumor had leaked."Hold on, everyone." A well-informed colleague lowered his voice conspiratorially. "You don't think this has something to do with… you know, do you?""You know?""The… nepo hire. Remember? He got assigned to Brock's team.""Ohhh—! Damn, are you saying… inside track? Managed results?""Exactly! And here's the kicker—Brock didn't just take him in; he fast-tracked the k

Chapter 64

In the business world, there was an unspoken rule: never casually provoke the well-connected nepo hires.Still, these men had clawed their way up to team manager—no easy feat. And if they banded together to whisper a few complaints up the chain, they had the clout to do it.Complain to whom?Naturally, to their immediate superior, the head of the trading division, Carter.And so, a mob of fuming team managers marched in unison, storming the director's office."Well, well. Looks like everyone's got plenty of free time today," Carter drawled, lounging in his oversized leather chair. His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he glanced at the doorway now jammed with managers, shoulder to shoulder. Clearly, he had expected this visit."Mr. Remington, you see… it's Saturday," one manager ventured sheepishly."Saturday, my ass! Then go home and stay there! What the hell are you doing crowding my tiny office like it's a marketplace? The place was cramped to begin with. You lot just make

Chapter 65

The team managers picked up the stack of documents and started flipping through the pages.Their expressions shifted—first confusion, then shock, and finally a glassy, dumbstruck stillness as if they had seen a ghost.The numbers printed on the report were beyond comprehension."Mr. Remington… these figures… If you're going to Photoshop data, at least try harder. This is way too over the top.""Wait… in just five days? You're saying he made this much in just five days? That's so fake it's insulting! Who's supposed to believe this?!"They were all seasoned professionals, yet in that moment, they sounded like amateurs babbling nonsense. But who could blame them? The data was so outrageous that it made them question reality itself."Hey, you idiots," Carter snapped, slamming his palm against the table. "Forging trading volume and profit figures? That's economic fraud! That's prison time! You think I've lost my mind enough to pull something like that?!""Then… then you mean to say…

Chapter 66

The team managers fell silent as if their throats had been stuffed with bitter herbs. Not a single one dared to utter another word."So then," Carter added, his tone layered with meaning, "whatever happens next, I expect you all to stay calm. No more panicking and making a scene.""Uh… what do you mean, whatever happens next?" Someone caught on to the key phrase."You'll find out next week. Alright, enough—get out! Go do your jobs!"He wore an expression of mystery, the kind that said heaven's secrets cannot be revealed. "Look at that rookie—raking in bonuses until his hands are sore. And you? Team managers, and all you can do is stand around gawking, breathing dust. Don't you feel ashamed?"Stunned and dazed, the managers stumbled out of the director's office, their faces blank, minds still buffering.Out in the hallway, they exchanged baffled looks.Then, one manager suddenly froze as if struck by a revelation. He muttered half to himself, half to the air, "Wait… if I remember

Chapter 67

Elon glanced at his phone. It was a push notification from his banking app.[Deposit Alert: Axom Capital has transferred funds to your account…]Woohoo! Payday!Elon couldn't help clicking his tongue in wonder. These finance people really had competition etched into their bones. Not only did they work weekends, they even arranged payroll on Saturdays. What ruthless efficiency.With the thrill of a lottery winner about to check his numbers, he opened the app.Elon froze as if someone had just smashed a brick against the back of his head. Stars exploded before his eyes.He gaped at the string of digits on the screen, staring so hard he almost forgot how to read numbers.'Wait, hold on… what the hell…?'Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands…100,000?! Dollars?!He felt like even looting a top-tier weapon drop in a video game wouldn't net that much gold.And yet here it was—real money—lying in his account balance, so blatant, it nearly broke his sense of reality.Sure,

Chapter 68

There's an old saying in the industry: the domestic market has a ceiling."I've told you a hundred times—stop grinding away in this little pond. If you're going to trade, go to the U.S. markets. That's where the real ocean of stars lies!"The voice came from one of the workstations, heated with exasperation."Cut the crap," his colleague shot back coldly. "Have you forgotten the commissions, the taxes, the hidden fees? After all those cuts, you'll still bleed every drop you've got. Better to stick with the market we know—at least the waters are familiar.""Fine, then rot in this puddle for the rest of your life," the first man snapped. "Cling to your precious four-thousand-point ceiling like it's an achievement, and stay a worthless has-been. Meanwhile, look at the U.S. market—when it rises, there's no ceiling. The sky itself is the limit!""Yeah? And when it crashes, there's no floor either. One slip and you're not just on the ground—you're through the basement.""Don't you know

Chapter 69

"How much did they make, anyway? Enough to have you all gasping like this?"At that moment, a team manager leaned in with a conspiratorial air, lowering his voice as though about to share a state secret. "According to solid inside info… sixty percent.""Get lost! What, bragging's tax-free now? Sixty percent in a single month? You think this is some video game with cheat codes? Even U.S. stocks on a rocket couldn't pull that off!" someone scoffed immediately."Not just sixty!" another voice chimed in, even more dramatic. "I heard it was over eighty. And word is—it wasn't a team effort. One guy did it, all by himself!""Bullshit. The more it spreads, the more ridiculous it sounds. Use your brain—does that even make sense?""Which explains a lot, doesn't it? Rumor has it the trading department's setting up an entirely new team just for him."That only deepened everyone's confusion.In a bear market, traders everywhere were cracking under the pressure, bowing out in silence. Most fi

Chapter 70

"Ahem." Winford suddenly cleared his throat, the grin fading a little from his face. "Almost forgot the real reason I asked you out. We've been shooting the breeze about games so long we nearly lost track of time."Elon's chest tightened. He knew it—this moment was bound to come.The man sitting across from him wasn't just his guild master, the brother-in-arms who fought at his side in the virtual world. He was also the chairman of Axom Capital, a man who held the reins of a vast financial empire."Elon."Winford sat in silence for a moment, then tipped back his glass and downed the beer in one gulp. When he set the cup down, his voice had turned grave, his eyes sharp."Tell me, do you have your own unique investment method?"Elon's heartbeat stuttered.His own method? Of course, he had one. Except… no one would ever believe it if he told them."Mm, something like that," he answered vaguely, while muttering inwardly, 'Pure instinct. I just wing it.'And yet, so far, that reckl

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