Trading Master の小説・ストーリー

Wrong question, that's a dead end. “Master seems quite busy, what does he do?” “He owns a chain of shops and some restaurants and clubs.” OK, that was something, now it comes… “Mr Reyes isn’t a noble, is he?” There was a long awkward silence. “What are you implying?” His tone got a hundred degrees colder. Fuck she pissed him. He must be one of the loyal ones. “I’m just trying to learn something about him. I was just wondering how did he manage to achieve all this, alone without any support? He must be an amazing businessman.” There, she made him a compliment about his beloved master.

MASTER! EHHHHHHH!!!!!?????

Mark rubbed his forehead. “There are no set fees for master. Everyone pays what they can. If you cannot afford it, then it is free.” “Master used to belong to a very rich and affluent family in ancient times, but he does not have any concept of money. He barely manages to make ends meet but still goes around sponsoring kids and villages that are in need.” Neil shook his head helplessly “If not for his disciples taking work in the outside world, I have no idea how master could still have a roof over his head.”

They were basically looking for their own deaths. *** At the Yates family’s ancestral house. Third Master Yates was sipping his tea while quietly waiting. While in this process, he occasionally reached out his left hand to strike a few hand gestures. All of the people who knew Third Master Yates would know that he was practicing the so-called three big moves from the “Art of Conversion”. It was said that not only the three moves were immensely powerful, practicing the moves daily would have an effect of calming nerves. That was why Third Master Yates had an unbending aura.

Moreover, outsiders who wanted to rush in to help would be hacked to death if they were not capable. “Master Rockefeller, what are we going to do? My dad is trapped inside! He will get killed if he makes any mistake. He just advanced to the rank of Grandmaster, he could not become the Grandmaster with the shortest lifespan in history!” Kazim hurriedly said. He used to think it was embarrassing to refer to Alex as Master Rockefeller. However, now that he had seen his medical skills, especially after he had helped his father to achieve Grandmaster, he had absolutely no psychological barrier for calling him Master Rockefeller. It was because he lived up to the “Master” title, regardless of him

But in the far corner of the yard, one student had a far more ambitious plan in mind. Takuto "Wolf of Wall Street" Kimura (self-proclaimed) stood before a meticulously drawn grid of colored chalk lines, his tiny hands planted on his hips in a pose eerily reminiscent of a certain cinematic stockbroker. The grid was no ordinary hopscotch court—it was a fully operational Pencil & Eraser Futures Market, complete with price indexes, trend arrows, and a crude but functional "Big Board" displaying the day’s most traded stationery. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Takuto bellowed, clapping his hands to gather attention. "Welcome to the First-Grade Financial District! Today’s market is volatile, but opportuni