God of Money

100 billion.

The money I had handed over to the other was already over 100 billion. The opposing Pokémon is sure to be smart. In one day, he was able to identify the signal he was sending and use it to make orders.

"How long has Alex's house been going on?"

"We are now at 80 percent."

Eighty trillion uses 4.8 trillion, and now there are 1.2 trillion left. The dominant stares at the monitor with sharp eyes. You've been trading Danta for 100 billion dollars a week, going back and forth between long and short positions, waiting for the opponent to take the bait.

And tomorrow, DDAY.

It was time to make amends and profit.

'Now.'

The dominant who was looking at the chart clicked the Buy button.

Buy.

buy

Buy.

This time the dominant gets a short position.

The 10-second duplex became a dead cross and placed a buy order while simultaneously touching the bottom of the ballinger band to check the MACD indicator.

The buying tax followed to make sure he took the bait tightly. He will probably try to clear the quantity before it becomes his own sales signal again.

‘You're not the only one who analyzed the deal. ’

The dominant who held the short position looked at the time this time. The New York gift market closes at 5pm.

I couldn't make the deal after that time.

Tick, tick.

I looked at the movement of the second hand with tense eyes. Once it's slim, it burns trillions into the air. Cool sweat flowed down from his forehead.

Alex, who was watching the situation together, couldn't hide the tension. In less than a minute, Alex mutters quietly.

"Boss!"

There's only 40 seconds left. Can the market digest a trillion dollars? Alex looks at the dominant with worried eyes. If I placed an order at the market price, I could have suffered quite a lot of damage. Fortunately, the price of crude oil was slightly lower than the $72 that held the short position. Alex's back wets wet as he watches.

Cock.

The dominant finally moves the mouse and clicks the Sell button. At the same time, I pressed the Buy button and held a long position.

Fuel price is $72.

Time is 16: 59: 58.

The job was done two seconds before the New York gift market was over.

And tick, tick.

Two seconds went by and the trading window showed an alarm that the store was closed. Alex sighs a long time.

"Phew, boss. I thought he was going into cardiac arrest."

Even dominance was tense. I put it next to him and drank a sip of water that I hadn't had yet.

"All we have to do now is wait for the news."

According to the dominant, Alex looks at the date. The reason the oil prices are rising is because the game is recovering. However, there was another reason for the sudden rise.

OPEC.

Venezuela, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Iran, Libya and 14 other oil-producing countries were united to determine the amount of oil produced. Alex mutters, checking the date.

"Will the decision be made tonight?"

The dominant nods heavily. As long as there are no defects.

* * *

Liam gets up from his seat, gazing casually at the hog.

"What, what!"

The other people who were sitting together jumped up and down, rubbing their eyes.

"Stop, no way."

The four mechanically repeated the buy. And that's 100 billion in a week.

Seeing the last bet of the dominant, he placed a bet worth up to 7 billion, but not up to 1 trillion.

And now...

We are in danger of losing that money. Liam looks at Harry and says,

"News, check the news first."

Harry quickly examined the news on crude oil. I searched for a few minutes, but I couldn't find any news about crude oil. Harry takes a long sigh and sits in a furrowed seat.

"Nothing. I checked a few times."

However, Liam wasn't relieved to bite his nails.

"Damn, you didn't notice we were working."

"I'm using 10 different transaction numbers. Besides, they're not JP or Citadel. Liam, what happened to your confidence just now?"

With an objective statement that Harry doesn't seem to be in his best interest, Liam bites his lips tightly. It wasn't Harry's job. It was you who planned and implemented the project, and therefore a greater reward was planned for you.

Mason, who was with me, smiled bitterly.

"The chapter is over anyway. There's nothing I can do right now."

Liam stares at the lake spear. Beyond that, the fierce devil seems to be staring at him. The ominosity never went away until after work.

* * *

When the work was done, Alex and I found a loop bar near Wall Street.

30th floor.

At the top of a fairly tall building on Wall Street, the VIP spot overlooked New York's nightlife scene.

The scenery is about money.

It was a place to sit when a bottle cost over a thousand dollars. In that position, the comet sits unabashedly, with a cool New York breeze blowing past the ball in August. The flashy light distracted my gaze. It was like a dream to move a trillion dollars until just now.

"Boss, what do you think? I feel like I'll have over 10 trillion tomorrow."

The 30-year-old Macallan in front of the dominant star was poured into his mouth with a glass. And he looked at the New York night vision and said,

"Not enough?"

"Haha, I knew you would. Do you remember what you said at the first meeting?"

"You will earn a thousand trillion. You can be Billionaire even if you stay by my side."

"At first, I wanted to have all these people. But it's been two years since I got here."

"It's too early to celebrate yet. I'm just starting to walk."

"Boss, if you say something like that somewhere, you'll be swept away."

"A thousand trillion stories was no joke."

Alex slaps his hands together and says,

"Haha, I know. I know. I know now that it was true. I've already made over 10 billion thanks to Jules. If I get another incentive this time, it'll be 20 billion."

"98 billion now."

Alex laughs out loud at the dominant's answer. He swallowed whiskey once more and connected to the internet with his smartphone. Alex bows and asks.

"Are you waiting for news?"

When dominant does something, there is a reason. And tonight it will be revealed why. The dominant nods. Alex lowers his voice and asks.

"That's going to bring the oil prices up to 80 dollars."

The dominant nodded again. Alex sips a sip of wine in front of him, looking at the scent of light unfolding before his eyes.

"Sometimes I thought, I wonder if I could have that light in New York. How can I make that money if that light goes through two million dollars and three million dollars?"

The dominant also raised his glass. Alex spoke.

"But when I look at the boss, I think I can really buy that street, not that light."

"If you come with me, you will."

Alex nods. There was some commotion at the VIP entrance.

"Here! Alex, it's me."

The blonde-haired, slender beauty looks at Alex and waves. When the dominant eye is puzzled, Alex says.

"Uh, Julia?"

"Yes, Julia White, you know me."

The bodyguards blocking the entrance saw the dominance. Decision maker in this position.

Alex was also looking at the dominant.

"If you're friends, tell them to come in. The deal is done anyway."

"Haha, yes."

Alex gets up and walks to where Julia is.

Full name Julia White.

My skin glowed whiter than a lilac, just like my name. The wavy blonde weaves down to the edge of his chest. Every step of the way, my hair waves, and the rolling hills reveal themselves. The men around you are also beautiful enough to look at each other once in a while. Alex asks for a handshake.

"Is this your first time meeting at your last alumni meeting?"

Julia smiles and replies.

"Hoho, right. But I'm curious about him."

"I tried to tell you otherwise. Boss, this is Julia. I'm a college motivator."

The dominant stood up and reached out his hand.

"Nice to meet you. It's raining."

Julia grabs the dominant's hand.

"Julia White. I work for JP Morgan. I've read the documents you just sent me."

The dominant answered boldly.

"I see."

Rrrrgh.

You tickle the palm of the dominant's hand that Julia was clawing at with her index finger. The cheek of the dominant is slightly red because of the spirits.

"Yes. I can see you've been working hard."

Alex intervenes between the two.

"Coconut shop?"

Julia nods.

"We have to choose an organizer. I've got the paperwork."

Julia raises her mouth slightly.

"Shall we sit down and talk?"

Then, I sat down with my lower back bent. The sight of the dominant on the other side naturally revealed a hidden part of the luscious tomb and quickly hid the trail. However, it was carved into the retina and made the breath sound rougher. First, Julia opens her red lips.

"Hoho, have a seat. That's why I look like the owner."

He waved his head and sat down.

Due to the nature of the roof tower, it was located on an outdoor rooftop. The appropriate breeze in the high ground fills the nose of the dominant with the scent of Julia's Chanel.

"I like to think of myself as the next Zuckerberg. Coconut commercials on Wall Street are a focus of ultra-miss."

Alex takes another drink.

"This is where the new Billionaire is born."

Julia looks at the dominant figure and opens her mouth slowly.

"150 million subscribers, $500 million in revenue from the previous year. Growing trends have long surpassed Facebook. It's always a pleasure to have a new unicorn (an unlisted startup worth over $1 billion). “

Then he rubbed his lips with his thumb.

Signal.

It was definitely a sign. The autonomic nerves of the dominant went crazy. The dominant took a deep breath and faced Julia. Blonde hair sits between the ribs. I kept on raising my desire for the unknown world.

I can't see it.

The situation stimulated peripheral nerves.

“Thank you for the compliment. JP Morgan won't be selected as the organizer. Advice from corporate lawyers, accountants and consultants is important. ”

“But I don't think it's your decision to make. ”

Julia raises her glass. Alex raises his glass opposite him.

Tsk, tsk.

The cup slams, and the smartphone rings when Julia tries to take her mouth off.

Tiering.

“Wait a minute. ”

Julia quickly searched her phone.

Announcement of OPEC subtraction decision.

Please check the link for more information.

Julia's brow twitches. Alex has a hunch that something has happened. He was already looking at his smartphone. Soon, you look at Alex and nod.

“Boss!”

Alex calls out in a joyful voice. He just drank another glass of 30-year-old Macallan in front of him.

$1,800 a bottle.

Although it was close to 2 million won, the money was not a waste at all. Tomorrow, more than 10 trillion will pour into the account.