booktalesy Chapter 1: The Rebirth of a Genius Trader
Chapter 1: The Rebirth of a Genius Trader
Due to the war, much international capital has fled Dubai.
But Lynch remained hidden there, keeping a close eye on the Holmes Strait, 200 kilometers away.
He booked the entire hotel and never left the presidential suite after checking in.
Before him were three enormous screens.
Each screen is divided into nine windows.
Each window displays a different data terminal interface.
The Dow Jones Industrial Average fell 23 points, the yield on the 10-year U.S. Treasury note hovered around 3.647%, and WTI crude oil was trading near $78.32.
From the Baltic Dry Index to the forward exchange rate of the Saudi Riyal.
From grain throughput at Ukrainian ports to natural gas storage data in Houston.
These densely packed, constantly fluctuating numbers appear to most people as a chaotic ocean of numbers.
But to Lynch, it appeared perfectly orderly.
In the lower right corner, a jarring curve in a window caught his attention.
That was medical supply tracking data he subscribed to from a supply chain intelligence service provider.
Over the past four months, the number of nitrile gloves exported from Malaysia to a certain region in the Middle East has shown a clear exponential increase.
The moment Lin Qi saw this curve, he retrieved the historical data he had seen last month from his mind.
This is not difficult for someone with mild Asperger's syndrome and hyperthymesia.
Data shows that over the past three years, the region has purchased approximately 2400 million nitrile gloves each month.
However, in the past six months, the number of units purchased has increased from 22 million in January to 87 million in June.
The data for June showed a 262.5% increase compared to the baseline.
Now, as of July, only 24 days have passed, and the number of animals arriving at the port has already reached 92 million.
This is clearly not a medical need.
The region has a population of only 470 million, and the normal medical consumption coefficient for nitrile gloves is 25 to 30 gloves per person per year.
Based on the highest value, the region's annual medical needs are approximately 1.41 million, averaging 1175 million per month.
The current procurement volume is already 7 to 8 times the normal medical demand.
What does this tell us?
They are preparing for military conflict!
Nitrile gloves are used for battlefield first aid, field hospitals, corpse handling, and even for worker protection on ammunition packaging lines.
A coefficient was mentioned in a public report by the U.S. Defense Logistics Agency.
In moderate-intensity military conflicts, the daily consumption of nitrile gloves is 19 to 27 times that in peacetime.
The purchase volume of 7-8 times indicates that they are stockpiling medical supplies in preparation for an upcoming military conflict!
Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Soon, a female secretary with a figure and appearance comparable to a supermodel arrived at his presidential suite.
"BOSS".
She stood respectfully beside Lin Qi, her eyes filled with admiration.
The man before me is a Wall Street legend and the founder of Miracle Fund.
He is a rare master of proprietary trading in this era, single-handedly supporting a hedge fund company worth tens of billions.
The entire Miracle Fund has dozens of people, but they are all in the execution, risk control, and back office roles.
Lynch, on the other hand, was the core brain capable of making decisions.
Without glancing at the beautiful woman beside him, Lynch calmly issued the order: "Before the market closes tonight, buy $12 million worth of December Brent crude oil futures contracts in batches."
Each transaction is between $100 million and $1000 million, executed randomly.
"Yes, Boss."
The female secretary turned and left the suite.
Without looking back, he logged into his personal account and bought December Brent call options with a strike price of $95 and an implied volatility of 21.5%.
He bought 15,000 lots, with a premium of $1.87 per lot.
This is an asymmetrical bet, which could theoretically result in a loss of more than $280 million for him.
But he trusted his own judgment.
If a military conflict were to break out, oil prices could rise to over $100.
In that case, his less than $3 in options would bring him more than ten thousand times the return!
Thirteen days later, the same news dominated the headlines of media outlets around the world.
As he predicted, cross-border military conflict occurred in the region.
WTI crude oil rose 19% to $93.18 in the first hour after the news was released.
He remained unmoved.
Eleven days later, the price of oil reached $102.47.
He closed out all his positions between 102.10 and 102.35.
In the futures market, he ultimately made a profit of $2.01 million.
He profited $5.23 million from the options portion.
"Boss, you are the god of trading!"
The secretary looked at him with a blazing fire in her eyes.
Lynch made his judgment a full two weeks earlier than other hedge funds on Wall Street!
But Lin Qi, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, felt no joy whatsoever; his eyes were filled only with endless emptiness.
Tina.
He swirled the ice puck in his glass: "Do you think money is everything?"
"certainly!"
Without hesitation, the female secretary replied, "Money can buy everything! Including me!"
Lin Qi gently shook his head: "No, no matter how much money I have, I can't bring my parents back to life, nor can I make you truly fall in love with me."
"No!"
The female secretary coiled around her like a water snake: "I love you!"
"No, what you love is money."
Lin Qi looked down at her expressionlessly.
I love you, I really love you.
The female secretary knelt before him and kissed his toes.
Boom!
The explosion, which was right next to her, shattered the glass of the French windows and knocked her to the ground.
Lynch's body was covered in cuts from broken glass, but he still stood firmly in place.
"ah!!!!"
The female secretary screamed wildly.
He pulled her up, a strange smile playing on his lips: "Don't you love me? Are you willing to die with me?"
"Help!!!"
The female secretary struggled to break free from his grasp and ran out of the suite screaming.
"Hahaha!"
Lin Qi staggered to the windowsill, looked at the missiles hurtling towards him in the distance, ripped open his bathrobe, revealing his battered chest.
"Come on! You sore loser Jews! That's all the grit you've got!"
Boom!
The explosion and flames engulfed him instantly.
Before his consciousness faded, he seemed to see two familiar figures walking towards him.
"Dad, Mom, you've come to pick me up..."
The next moment, his world was plunged into endless darkness.
……
After an unknown amount of time, a faint sound seemed to rise from the seabed and enter his ears.
The next moment, a startled reaction in his half-awake state made him shudder and slowly open his eyes.
I'm not dead?
The early spring sun is warm, and it feels cozy on your skin.
Before me was a familiar rural courtyard house, with a leftover beam from the house construction placed at the entrance.
Two familiar figures were sitting on the roof beams, puffing away on their cigarettes.
The person on the left is my uncle, who passed away a couple of years ago.
The middle-aged man on the right, with his brows furrowed and his shoulders hunched over as if crushed by an invisible force, was his father, who had passed away more than ten years ago!
Lin Fuze!
"Second brother, I'm not trying to be mean, but..."
The uncle, smoking a cigarette, frowned and stared at Lin Fuze, scolding him: "I told you last year that you should lease out the land at home to someone else."
What kind of future does a grown man have, staying at home tending to that little plot of land?
If you come with me to do construction work, whichever construction site we go to, we can earn a hundred or two a day.
A man with money in his hands can stand tall.
If you had listened to me, would we have had to pay so much money and incur so many debts?
"And now they can't even afford living expenses for their children and have to borrow from all over the place?"
These words were like huge rocks pressing down on Lin Fuzhe's already drooping shoulders, making his tall figure, which was as tall as his uncle's, appear shorter.
Looking at this familiar yet distant scene, Lin Qi felt as if a raging storm was surging through his mind.
He is reborn!
It seems that I was reborn between the second and third year of high school.
This past year has been the most difficult period for his family.
Because they lost money growing garlic and accumulated a lot of debt, their family couldn't make ends meet and couldn't even afford his monthly living expenses for school.
The father had no choice but to borrow money from all over the place.
My uncle's house was the place my father visited most often.
Memories surged, and by the time Lin Qi came to his senses, his father had already taken the fifty yuan he had borrowed and led him away from his uncle's house.
Walking home, the father remained silent, as if he had used all his strength to stand between heaven and earth.
Lin Qi followed behind him, watching his retreating figure. He opened his mouth several times before finally managing to utter a trembling cry: "Dad..."
After that, all the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.
Lin Fuze slowed his pace, turned to look at him, paused for half a second, then forced a smile tinged with apology: "I told you not to come along. Did you embarrass yourself by coming with Dad?"
Lin Qi shook his head, letting the tears well up in his eyes dissipate: "It's not shameful."
"Hi!"
Lin Fuze twitched the corners of his mouth, then sighed and lowered his head: "It's all Dad's fault. He shouldn't have planted garlic. Who could have known the market would be so bad last year? This year probably won't be any better."
As he spoke, he raised his hand as if to pat Lin Qi's head, but halfway up, he realized that his son was already half a head taller than him, so he patted his shoulder instead.
"You've grown so tall..."
He smiled with satisfaction: "You should study hard. When it gets warmer, Dad will go with your uncle to do construction work. You won't go hungry."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qi suddenly blurted out, "No way!"
Lin Fuze was taken aback, looking at him with a puzzled expression, not understanding what was going on.
Lin Qi opened his mouth, but didn't know where to begin.
In his previous life, his father went to the Northwest region with his eldest uncle to work on construction projects.
As a result of inadequate safety measures, he fell from the seventeenth floor and died on the spot.
My uncle did his best to help secure compensation, but my father's death still dealt a heavy blow to my mother, causing her to fall seriously ill.
The compensation money eased the family's financial situation and enabled him to complete his university studies.
However, after graduation, the housing market experienced a surge in prices.
Faced with ever-rising housing prices, his mother, who was determined to help him get married and have children, became even more frugal.
At her aunt's urging, she went to Jinan to work as a nanny.
After receiving her salary, she didn't want to spend a single penny and saved it all.
It's unclear whether it was a lingering ailment from her previous serious illness or her long-standing dietary habit of eating pancakes, pickled vegetables, and plain porridge that led to her stomach cancer.
Not long after, he passed away.
Memories flooded back, but Lin Qi couldn't explain it to his father. He could only say, "If you go, what will happen to my mother?"
Lin Fuze was silent for a moment before sighing, "I'll lease out the land at home, and she can stay here and see what to plant and what to raise... There has to be someone in the family who earns money!"
The familiar rhetoric was something Lin Qi had heard once before in his previous life.
Seeing his fate once again reverting to its trajectory from his past life, Lin Qi urgently exclaimed, "I can earn it! Give me six months—no, three months, no need, one month is enough! I can pay off all the debts my family owes!"