Chapter 674
But Mira was absolutely game. She hadn’t traded in weeks, and her fingers were practically itching for action.
Besides, trading live in a room full of brilliant minds might expose her to fresh strategies and unique perspectives she hadn’t considered.
“Wesley p>
She stood up, commanding the room’s attention. “Aside from using our own capital, are we legally required to use this specific model to execute our trades p>
Her question instantly drew dozens of stares.
“Is that Mira Mercer? The celebrity?” someone whispered nearby.
“I heard she goes by ‘Lady Oracle’ in the markets p>
“We know she’s talented on stage, and rumor has it she throws a mean punch, but is she actually a trading god, or is that just PR p>
Wesley looked Mira up and down. “There are parameters, yes. But in the past, this was just paper trading. This time, real money is on the line. You’d do well to remember that p>
It was a condescending non-answer, but Mira wasn’t surprised. The elite students at Aethelgard University were notoriously arrogant. As a mere freshman, it was only natural they’d dismiss her.
Her legendary trading history in Melvion City wasn’t widely publicized here; no one had bothered to ask, and she certainly hadn’t bragged about it.
But despite having survived massive bloodbaths in the stock market, Mira never underestimated anyone.
She firmly believed that every trader brought a unique strength to the terminal.
The only way to become truly invincible was to absorb everyone else’s best strategies—to stand on the shoulders of giants.
She was at this university to learn, after all.
“Wesley, I’m genuinely interested,” Mira pressed, her tone perfectly even. “The real money doesn’t bother me. I have market experience p>
“Lots of people have ‘experience,” an older girl nearby scoffed. “And sure, using your own cash for a competition isn’t unheard of.
“But being forced to trade off a mandated algorithmic model? Have you even calculated the risk exposure on that p>
Mira glanced over to see a senior student flashing her a patronizing smile.
“Look, freshman, our money doesn’t just grow on trees. Most of us don’t even have full-time salaries yet.
“Trading real equity under rigid, unfamiliar parameters means your risk profile is completely uncontrollable p>
Mira swept her gaze across the
room. Half the crowd was looking at
her like she was an idiot. She offered
a polite smile. “Thanks for the
heads up. I never said was
absolutely signing up; I’m simply trying to clarify the rules p>
She turned back to Wesley. “So, Wesley, will competitors be allowed to choose their
own trading strategies, or are we locked into the model p>
Wesley let out a mocking laugh. “The sponsors are putting up the prize money.
What do you think p>
In other words: *No p>
Just as Mira was about to write the whole thing off, Harvey Rivers & suddenly stood up. “I’ll put up fifty thousand dollars, Anyone can enter the live trading challenge using whatever strategy they want p>
Tall, lean, and effortlessly magnetic in black designer streetwear, the devastatingly
handsome young heir instantly commanded every eye in the room.
Mira stared at him, a grin tugging at her lips. Making friends with this guy had definitely paid off.
She hadn’t even considered that
hijacking the competition was an option. But if they were playing that game she certainly wasn’t going to let a few grand hold her back.
She stood up right next to Harvey. “Why don’t we just host our own bracket? We’ll
run it for one month-twenty-two trading days.
“I’ll match his fifty thousand. A cool hundred grand for the prize pool. The seniors are more than welcome to critique our trades and show us how it’s done. Sound good p>
In the financial world, the one with the capital made the rules. It was the absolute law of the jungle.
The room descended into absolute chaos. Wesley Langdon stood at the front, his jaw practically hitting the floor, entirely speechless.