Chapter 141: <Competition>

100 million dollars.

The other guy took 100 million dollars of Woosung’s money so far. Woosung admitted that he was going against a very smart guy.

“Alex, how much of our money is in so far?”

“About 80%.”

So 4.8 billion dollars out of 6 billion were in the market. Woosung studied the monitors with an unwavering focus. It has been a week of tense trading. He purposely let the other guy win 100 million dollars of his money as bait.

Tomorrow was the D-day.

Tomorrow, he would take everything back and much more.

‘It’s now.’

After checking the chart, Woosung clicked fast.

Buy.

Buy.

Buy.

This time, Woosung took a short position.

As he expected, the other guy followed him immediately.

‘But you don’t know that I know what you’re doing.’

Woosung looked at the clock. The market closed at 5 pm.

After that time, all trading halted.

Tick tock.

Woosung stared tensely. A difference of a second could change everything. A drop of sweat started to roll down Woosung’s forehead.

Alex also stared nervously. Less than a minute was left till the closing. Alex murmured.

“Boss!”

Only 40 seconds left! Could the market process a billion dollars that fast? Alex looked at Woosung worriedly. He was sweating heavily.

Click.

Finally, Woosung clicked quickly to sell. At the same time, he took a long position.

Crude oil future price 72 dollars.

Time: 16:59:58.

Everything was processed with 2 seconds left before the closing.

After 2 seconds, the screen beeped to announce that the market had closed. Alex sighed deeply.

“Phew, boss. I thought my heart would stop.”

Woosung felt the same way. He grabbed a cup of iced water on the desk and drank it in one gulp.

“Now we just have to wait for the news.”

Alex looked at the calendar and asked, “We will know by tonight, right?”

Woosung nodded gravely. Unless an unexpected event happened, he would win this one again.

***

Liam cried out and stood up quickly.

“W…what the!”

The others in the room reacted the same way.

“C…could it be…?”

This week, they made 100 million dollars.

Following Woosung’s last move, they vetted 700 million dollars.

However, at the last minute…!

Woosung changed his move with 2 seconds left till the closing. There was no time for them to follow him.

Liam turned to Harry and asked, “News! Check the news!”

Harry quickly searched any news report on crude oil. He looked for a few minutes and found nothing.

Harry sighed deeply and sat down. “Nothing. I checked everything.”

However, Liam bit his nail and replied nervously, “Dammit. Could it be that he found out what we are doing?”

“We have been using 10 different serial numbers. Besides, you said it wasn’t a big company like JP or Citadel. Liam, be more confident!”

Liam bit his lips. Harry was right, but Harry also wasn’t the head of this project. Liam was. He was responsible for everything. If he failed…

Mason smiled bitterly.

“Well, the market is closed so there is nothing we can do anyway.”

Liam stared at the screen. He had a bad feeling about this.

***

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Woosung and Alex went to a roof bar. It was a VIP place where a bottle started at 1000 dollars. It was on the 30th floor.

Alex asked, “Boss, how do you feel? You will be getting 10 billion dollars tomorrow.”

Woosung took a sip of 30-year-old Macallan and replied, “It’s not enough?”

“Haha, I knew you would say that! Remember what you told me when we first met?”

“I said we will earn trillion dollars together. You will become a billionaire.”

“At first, I thought you were crazy, but here we are now!”

“It’s too early to celebrate. We are just starting.”

“Boss, you are incorrigible.”

“I wasn’t kidding about the trillion dollars.”

“Haha, I know. I know it very well now. I made a lot of money thanks to you. I earned over 10 million dollars. After tomorrow, I will probably get another 10 million dollars in incentive.”

“Then you only have 980 million dollars to go.”

Alex laughed. After another sip, Woosung searched online again using his phone. Alex asked, “Are you waiting for the news?”

Woosung nodded. It had to happen tonight.

Alex lowered his voice and asked again, “And whatever it is, it will cause the price to go up to 80 dollars.”

Woosung nodded again. Alex drank his whiskey and looked outside.

“I used to wonder if I could own anything in New York. A small apartment costs millions of dollars. I doubted I could make that much money.” Woosung listened and Alex continued, “But now, thanks to you, I believe I could even buy the whole street.”

“If you stay with me, it will happen for you.”

Alex nodded. Suddenly, someone yelled from the VIP entrance.

“Here! Alex, it’s me!” A voluptuous blond beauty waved at Alex.

When Woosung looked at him in confusion, Alex answered her,

“Oh, Julia?”

“Yeah, it’s me, Julia White! You know me!”

The bodyguards looked at Woosung for an approval. Alex looked at him as well. Woosung ordered, “If it’s your friend, let her in. We are done for the day anyway.”

“Haha, ok.”

Alex walked towards Julia and brought her to the table.

Alex asked her, “It has been a while. The last time was at the reunion, right?”

Julia smiled.

“Haha, that’s right. Now, who is this gentleman?”

“This is my boss. Boss, this is Julia. We were classmates in college.”

Woosung stood up and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kang Woosung.”

“Julia White. I work at JP Morgan. I read your recent paper.”

Woosung answered calmly, “I see.”

Julia rubbed his hand flirtatiously.

“Yes. It looked like you put a lot of work into it.”

Alex asked, “Coconut stock listing?”

Julia nodded. “Yes, I saw the paperwork.”

Julia asked in a pretty tone, “Can I join you?”

She sat down across from Woosung.

“Oh, please have a seat!”

Julia said to Woosung, “You are famous! People are saying you will be the next Zuckerberg. The entire wall street is interested in your Coconut. It is performing better than Facebook did at the beginning.”

Woosung replied, “Thank you for the compliment, but JP Morgan won’t be chosen to represent my company. The decision will be based on my lawyers, accountants, and the consultants.”

“But you will be the one who makes the final decision.”

Julia then raised her glass. Woosung and Alex did as well and took a sip.

Suddenly, Julia’s phone beeped. “Excuse me.”

She looked at her iPhone quickly.

“OPEC decides to cut oil production.”

“For more details, click the below link.”

Julia frowned. Something was happening. Alex looked at Woosung excitedly, who was already looking at his phone. He quickly looked up and nodded to Alex.

“Boss!”

Woosung calmly took another sip of his drink.

A bottle cost him 1800 dollars.

However, it was nothing. Tomorrow, his bank account would receive over 10 billion dollars.