God of Money

Excellence in cleaning up the turmoil in China began in New York, USA. The oil price futures market is one to five trillion dollars a year. It was a market enough to manage six trillion of the cash equivalents that dominated. The dominant who met Alex in New York looked at crude oil prices and said,

"We currently have $2 billion in long positions."

Two billion dollars is more than two trillion.

Even though I was rolling trillions of dollars, my heart never trembled or did anything.

"As you said, after buying $2 billion, we are waiting."

The dominant nods quickly through the six monitors. Oil lagoon window, candle chart window with crude oil gift price. And I thoroughly checked various indicators such as' Bollinger Band ’and MACD. Unlike before, Alex asks, looking at you as if you don't know where you are.

"Boss, you look serious. Are you unsure about this investment?"

"No. Last time you said someone was copying our investment,"

"Yes."

"Then maybe we can use it as a countermeasure."

"Opponent?"

"Yes."

"Oh, so you're asking me to invest in the Light Capital number?"

He quickly sweeps the monitor and nods.

"I'm sure the oil prices will go up. I've seen how far they'll go. It's just that I don't like bugs getting screwed up."

"Then take a look at this. At that time, as you instructed, I found the page number that follows the KND transaction. I'm going to take a look at your trading trends."

Alex handed the Excel tickets printed to the dominant. He nodded.

"And · · · · · · · · · ·."

The dominant who was looking at the falcon's eyes with various indicators was a horse.

"It's okay to buy crude oil in a short position with KND Investments now."

Alex replies with a stiff expression.

"I understand."

After a few minutes.

The dominant commanded the sale this time.

Buy again.

Alex is puzzled by trading patterns that are different from before, although he hasn't seen any losses yet.

"Boss, is scalping the concept this time? We are not seeing any losses yet, but it seems that the transaction is too frequent."

"Sometimes I don't want to be Warrenberg, I want to be Zhang Fei."

"Jang Gwang-chul?"

"Hehe, a famous Korean trader. Maybe Alex doesn't know."

Alex looks at the dominant with a confused look.

* * *

The next day.

William Liam of Ryan Capital, looking at the exchange data, tilts his head.

"It's a short position at this point."

A short position appears from the transaction number you were monitoring. If it had been the same, it would have taken profit. But this time it's different. Bring the opponent's money.

"If we follow them here, we'll make a little profit, but not a lot of money."

But you can't just bet on the other side. I need to know why I made that decision. Liam's eyes peer back at the data.

"Immediate liquidation?"

A few minutes later, you closed short positions and held long positions this time. It was quite different from the pattern of trading he had seen.

"Unless the trader has changed · · · This time it means trading in bulk. Or algorithm trading?"

Liam takes a closer look at the data to find the rules for trading patterns. The various knowledge contained in the head produced a combination at the speed of light, stimulating neurons in the frontal lobe.

"Biplane Combination, Bollinger Band Touch, PER, PBR, Stochastic. What kind of indicators are you trading on? That's all I need to know."

The user breaks the target.

Liam raised the bar in search of trading patterns, not only for acquiring indicators, but also for algorithmic trading methods that are known in the market.

After I found out how the other party was trading, I decided to fuck all the money up. Lunch was served with a sandwich, and I stayed at the office at sunset to focus on my analysis.

A burning desire for money.

And the battle cry to rule in the marketplace overwhelmed him.

So after a day, I downloaded some new data from the exchange and looked at it.

Liam rises from his seat, shouting Eureka.

"Golden cross occurs on a horizontal line every 10 seconds and is bought when the stochastic opens its mouth in an upward direction."

Once you've identified the buying pattern, Based on the transaction data from the last two days, there were no errors. Liam swallows a dry saliva and double-checks his findings. After confirming there was no problem, I went to see Ryan, the owner of Ryan Capital.

Lyon listens silently to Liam's passionate explanation.

"So you want me to increase my funding?"

"Yes. Now that you've identified their trading patterns, all you need is money to steal them."

"What if they figure out our trading patterns?"

"You know that's why we're returning transaction numbers on an irregular basis. Algorithm trading systems are the same. We can't figure it out."

"Hmm."

Ryan knew that, too. Nevertheless, I asked because I couldn't erase the feeling of awkwardness.

"This is an opportunity. Give me the authority to move trillions, and I'll make some money."

Ryan Capital.

It is because he did not miss the opportunity when he first created the hedge fund.

'Opportunity or grave.'

1 trillion is very small compared to the money they are currently operating.

Losing everything would have damaged your reputation, but you were able to recover it over time.

'But there will be a customer outage.'

If the fact that you lost a battle spreads, the customer leaves, the size shrinks, and the fund disappears. It was already a long walk for a lot of funds.

'Stability or adventure.'

Ryan raises his head and looks at Liam. Seeing his eyes burning, he reminds me of his youth.

"Success pay is 10% of profits. If you fail, there will be no room for you."

"Of course."

"Don't you need anyone else? It's a work of scale, you can use it if you need to."

"Then put Steven, Harry and Mason together. That's it."

Liam talks about people who are talented in Ryan Capital.

"Work must be done within the month."

Liam smiles confidently and replies.

"Haha, it won't take a month."

* * *

Liam wasn't the only one who checked the transaction data.

"So you're saying these four transaction numbers are in circulation?"

"That's how the test came back over the past few days. There might be more."

"Hehe, I can't believe the boss caught me. Poor bastards."

"Any idea where you're going?"

"There are so many hedge funds, it's hard to build a particular one, but · · · · · ·."

Alex wakes up from his desk, momentarily thinking.

"By the way, I heard about William Liam at Ryan Capital waving the Golden Bell around when I was offered the incentive."

"Golden Bell?"

"You know why you say you want to buy everything in a bar? at a high-end bar. I don't think so, but there was a lot of talk among the motivators about buying it."

He muttered a word with a stiff expression.

"Ryan Capital, Ryan, Ryan."

"It's about 50 billion dollars in the middle of nowhere, and I remember joining the company to raise it and eat it."

"Is there any other information?"

"The way hedge funds operate is so hidden in the veil, it's hard to get more information. I don't share my motivations with other companies."

Yooseong has tasted it. I couldn't stand by and let those who were after my money do nothing.

"Phew. Doesn't matter anyway. They've taken the bait. They'll have to water it."

"Boss, should the long position being bought under the Light Capital name stop? Or else."

"Of course we need more. Buy it until it's 80 dollars. And when you're over 80, you start liquidating."

"I understand."

* * *

The dominant who continued trading Danta held a long position at some point and stopped trading. Then the long position was bought on a similar scale as if waiting. The dominant buys back a long position. You followed your position by buying again.

The user reads the target's signals and follows them.

It was a sign that the person who read it was imitating the buying and selling spells in a certain pattern, combining several indicators. He was definitely smart.

It couldn't have been easy to figure that out so quickly, watching you follow.

The dominant who was checking the indicators stopped when he was about to order a position close.

“You asked.”

A bulk sale order was poured out one step ahead of him. I could be sure while looking at the arc window. There is an opponent who wants to eat himself beyond that spell.

That way, the crude oil price crossed like it was fixed at $60. A dollar went up, another dollar fell. Liam mutters as he watches the lake spear.

"Looks like you're going to have fun this time, but you won't be able to do that."

Liam took the approach of selling before the signal came in.

For example, the dominant wants to sell the commodity for 100 won, so he sells it before one step. There were occasional losses, but mostly profits.

With his thoughts precisely aligned, Liam begins to rejoice.

"Liam has already broken through 5 billion."

"Okay, these guys are probably betting on my entire fortune again. That's how the last two deals went down."

"Liam, you need to take a big shot this time."

"Hahaha, of course. If this deal goes well, we should throw a party. You can expect incentives."

I've already made 5 billion in two days. Liam's confidence is growing. Leaving eight monitors, Liam yells, looking into the trading situation of the oil presents. The gold indicator moved again and sent a buy signal. A bulk buy order has appeared in the arc window.

"Now. Buy it!"

Tadak.

Tadahak.

You hear a knock on the keyboard and an alarm indicating that a buy order has been executed.

"This deal is worth 50 billion."

"Hehe, that was good. With this momentum, we can make $100 million lightly by the end of the deal."

10% of 100 million, 10 million.

It was 10 billion euros. 10 billion in a month was a pretty good yield.

Liam said, watching the laga spear.

"Huhu, wait, I'll tell you everything, you bastard."

Liam glares at the monitor with greedy eyes. The spell of the hog shifted by milliseconds, and the candle chart made the eyes dizzy as it produced bees and pitchforks per second. But finding the hidden meaning in it was easier than eating meat.