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Chapter 25
After lunch, Mira returned to her quiet rented apartment. Now, she had to seriously consider how to make money.
She opened her laptop and looked at the stock market.
Although Mira had never traded stocks before, she had her memories from her past life.
Ethan had a PhD in finance from Auremont State University. Mira had heard him talk about it often in her past life, and later, as a soul, she had frequently watched him deal with stocks.
To start trading, one first had to learn how to analyze the business operations and prospects of the company behind a particular stock.
Otherwise, you were likely dead on arrival. The saying ‘one moment you’re in heaven, the next you’re in hell’ was no exaggeration.
Unless you had massive capital and could influence the direction of a particular stock.
However, Mira didn’t need to worry about such complex matters. She first focused on her past memories, looking for a shortcut.
She suddenly remembered that in the next few years, the price of gold would consistently rise, as would a stock called MVX-23, and p>
Those were suitable for long-term holding and slow profit, but she only had a few tens of thousands of dollars and needed to cover her daily expenses. It was better to find something that would bring in cash quickly.
Mira checked the date. It was August 20th. She remembered! In her past life, Ethan had said that Bitcoin was extremely volatile around this time, especially in the latter half of each day.
Someone had taken advantage of it and made tens of millions.
She might as well give it a try. She immediately opened an account.
With her limited capital, Mira couldn’t expect to make a huge amount, but if she played her cards right, it should be enough to escape her current financial predicament.
She clicked on the Bitcoin market and first looked at the chart. Sure enough, there had already been two high waves, with cycles ranging from two to over four hours.
She immediately gauged the market sentiment and estimated the recent low and high points.
When she felt the time was right, she decisively made her move.
She had a little over $70,000 in her hands. Mira set aside over $10,000, just in case.
Then she used the remaining $60,000 to buy in with ten-to-one leverage, her eyes glued to the trend chart.
The price of Bitcoin continued to drop, and Mira’s breath caught, her chest tightening as she watched the numbers flicker.
But half an hour later, it began to climb. Her suspended heart finally settled. An hour later, she was already up by more than $10,000, but it hadn’t reached her target high point yet.
The price continued to rise. After
another two hours, Mira felt it was about time. She acted decisively, selling to close her. position. She had made a full” $60,000, effectively doubling her initial investment.
To make so much in just a few hours on her first Bitcoin trade was exhilarating.
She looked at the chart again. The price was still climbing, but she didn’t regret her decision. With this kind of thing, the money wasn’t yours until it was in your hands.
She only knew that this asset would be highly volatile during this period, but she wasn’t clear on the specific turning points.
An hour later, the market began to stabilize, with minor fluctuations, and then a downward trend emerged.
Mira made another move, this time placing a short.
Again, she didn’t invest everything, only putting in $60,000, still with 10x leverage. Even if her position was liquidated, she would still have her original living expenses. After another two hours, Mira decided to quit while she was ahead, making a small profit of $20,000.
With that, Mira’s original $75,000 had turned into $155,000. In half a day, she had earned $80,000.
She checked the time. It was already 5:30 PM. If she went back now, she could still make it for dinner. Why let a free meal go to waste? She packed up and headed back.
When she arrived at the Mercer
residence, the kitchen staff was just
serving dinner. Mira ignored
everyone else quickly went upstairs,
washed up changed her clothes,
and came back down.
She glanced at the table and shouted to the kitchen, “From now on, don’t put my utensils next to
Mara’s. It’s best to keep them far away from her. I don’t want her trying to frame me again.