The technological competition starts with the integration of space-time memory

Chapter 43 The Light and Dark Helmsman

A building on Wall Street in Newtown, a famous financial center.

In an office overlooking Hua Street, a young, somewhat fat Dragon citizen was answering the phone.

In front of him were four large screens displaying real-time quotes from various financial markets.

“Tsk tsk, Brother Tang, how could you possibly run a financial company and let me be the helm?

I seriously suspect that you are acting as my father's lobbyist to trick me into returning to China, right? "

A voice came from the other end of the phone, "Since childhood, when have I ever lied to you?"

"That's never the case. Eh, that's not right. I seem to have heard that the devil Yafei has returned to her country. Could it be that she wants to..."

"You're overthinking it. I don't even have time to see her!"

"Is it true? I heard that she returned to China before the New Year. Would she not look for you? If..."

The voice on the phone interrupted the young man directly, "I remember every time someone was bullied, I helped you fight back, and you cried and said that you would follow me through thick and thin.

What, are you getting stronger now?

"Okay, just give me a straightforward answer!"

The young man sighed helplessly, "Okay, okay, okay! I'll buy the ticket right now."

"I've already booked your flight ticket. See you on Friday!"

"Hey, no..."

There was a busy tone in the receiver and the other party had hung up.

The young man had a look of confusion on his face. He was really not shy with his childhood friend.

"Zehua Capital, the name sounds nice, but can you call it capital if you don't have money?"

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While the young man from Longguo was still sighing, in a dark alley not far from the building, a man came out from a bed of waste paper and worn-out clothes.

This is a middle-aged man with messy hair like grass and wrinkled clothes. The golden hair on his temples has turned a little gray and his face is full of haggardness.

But his eyes seemed to be shining at this moment.

If a Wall Street financial professional passed by at this time, he would definitely not recognize this once envied lucky guy on Wall Street.

John Nashku, a Wall Street financial trader, was once very successful.

But yesterday, he almost jumped off the rooftop of a building on China Street.

Looking back now, John feels like it was just a dream.

At that time, he was standing on the edge of the rooftop on the 32nd floor of the building. As long as he took a step forward, this world would have nothing to do with him anymore.

But he was still a little hesitant, because there were people in this world he cared about.

His son, who is 9 years old this year, lives with his mother.

Thinking of his son, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and before selling the house for the final replenishment, he transferred part of the funds to a fund account.

He designated his son to inherit this fund account, and no creditor can settle accounts with this fund.

Once the darling of Chinatown, not only has all his assets gone to zero, but he is also burdened with millions of dollars in debt. If he doesn't go to jail, how can he face his ferocious creditors?
Then he heard the sound of the phone in his pocket.

"Mr. John Nashku, if you want to give your life back to your Lord, why don't you try to give it to me?"

John was confused for a moment.

"Who are you? Why do you want my life? I owe millions of dollars to Tolo now, and it seems like there is nothing worth taking away from me."

“You have a lot of financial knowledge and experience in your head, which is what I need.”

"Huh? This knowledge just bankrupted me, and you dare to use it?"

In fact, what really made John Nashko despair and think of suicide was precisely his confidence in his ability to apply financial knowledge, which was completely destroyed by this investment operation. Therefore, at this moment, it was really ridiculous that someone wanted to buy his knowledge and experience of failure.

"I don't need to use them, but I need to borrow you to use them."

"What do you mean?"

"To put it simply, I teach you how to use them to make the most profit. You serve me wholeheartedly."

"You teach me? I have a PhD in finance from Harvard. I know all the financial knowledge in the world, even those hidden means. What can you teach me?"

"Okay, it seems you don't believe me, so tomorrow I will let you experience it for yourself. Under my guidance, with 10 Tokens and a maximum leverage of 50 times, how much profit can you make in eight hours of work?"

“Are you crazy? With a 50x leverage ratio, one reverse fluctuation will blow up your account in a matter of minutes!”

"So, do you want to witness a miracle?"

John's curiosity was thoroughly aroused. He carefully climbed down the stairs and took a look downstairs.

"Oh, I feel dizzy. How did I stand so steadily just now?"

"Okay, before you get off work, hurry up and prepare for tomorrow's trading. The 10 Taole will be deposited into your account on time tomorrow morning."

"Um, what should I call you?"

"You can call me mentor!"

John Nashku carefully recalled what happened yesterday, then quickly ran to the nearby public toilet to wash and dress himself.

Full of curiosity, I walked into a financial building across the street.

When he came to his office, his colleagues were surprised. Didn't he blow up his account yesterday? Why did he come today? Did he borrow money again?

In China Street, margin calls are common, but as long as you can still borrow money, you may be able to make a comeback.

John sat down in the office, turned on his computer, and waited quietly.

At three minutes before nine in the morning, he noticed a notification message on his phone that there was an extra 10 Dole in his account.

John immediately transferred the money into the foreign exchange options trading account.

This market is traded 24 hours a day, with a transaction volume of over 3000 billion. With this little money of mine, I am not even a small shrimp.

If it is the spot foreign exchange or swap trading market, the transaction volume will be trillions every day.

According to the preparations made before the transaction yesterday, the amount of funds he can operate now is 510 million.

A notification came from his phone, and he clicked it to take a look.

“Please put on your Bluetooth headset. I will guide you on every transaction, and you just need to listen to me and execute it.”

"Okay, mentor."

John quickly prepared as required.

"Now, start buying long positions of Daole against Japanese yen, and sell at the listed price in 2 minutes..."

John was like a machine, constantly buying and selling, or selling and buying, under the guidance of the instructor on his mobile phone.

Frequent high-frequency ultra-short trading soon made John numb.

The account numbers that kept jumping in front of him made the fire in his heart burn more and more fiercely!
Eight hours passed quickly. John completely forgot about being hungry. Apart from going to the toilet quickly a few times, he rarely drank water.

When the mentor finally gave the order to stop trading, John looked at the numbers in the account with a kind of fanaticism on his face!

He really witnessed a miracle!

In eight hours, 510 million Taoles turned into 1265 million Taoles, a profit of 1.5 times!
After paying off the principal and interest of the leveraged financing, there is still 760 million left in the account!
In other words, in eight hours, the instructor taught him to make 10 million with 750!
The most important thing is that the mentor almost accurately predicted all turning trends.

What is this if not a miracle?
"Teacher, my life belongs to you from now on. I will do whatever you tell me to do!"

"Very good, I need you to be the helmsman of ZH Fund..."

(End of this chapter)