Unpretentious Stock Trading Secrets

"Slander! This is blatant slander!"

Lin Hao sternly refuted, "The reason why our S.P.E.A.R. stock god has been dominating the stock market for so many years is due to my foresight, keen intuition, and extensive theoretical knowledge."

"Planning which company's boss to kidnap first, then shorting with leverage, that's foresight."

Zheng Xian, appearing on the video, rolled his eyes dramatically, "Driving the stock price down, then buying at the bottom, releasing the person and calling it a misunderstanding, then pumping the stock price up to cash out at a high point, that's keenness."

"But you can't deny I have extensive theoretical knowledge, otherwise how could I capture one..." Lin Hao still put up a tough front, "Pah! Capture one with certainty!"

"Does your theoretical knowledge refer to the knowledge of making slow-acting poisons?"

Zheng Xian glared at Lin Hao, "Others might be content with fleecing someone once, but you, once you set your sights on them, you fleece them to death!"

"The bosses you kidnapped were hospitalized for check-ups, initially showing no problems. Only after you cashed out at a high point were various ailments suddenly discovered, allowing you to short the stock heavily again!"

This was Lin Hao's simple and unpretentious secret to stock trading.

Zheng Xian solemnly warned, "Shanghai and Shenzhen have already blacklisted you, and the Hong Kong stock market is now also our territory. We can't let you cause trouble anymore..."

"US stocks, Stark Industries, wanna play?" Lin Hao couldn't be bothered to argue further.

"Let's go!" Zheng Xian decided instantly, "I'll have the institutions I work with prepare the funds immediately."

Who would pass up money?

S.P.E.A.R. had 150,000 mouths to feed, with constant expenses, no amount of funding could ever fill the gap.

"Stop dawdling, just follow my lead when the time comes," Lin Hao hung up the phone.

After leaving Tony Stark's villa, Lin Hao headed towards America's financial center, Wall Street.

This street, only a third of a mile long and eleven meters wide, was home to the offices of banks, insurance companies, shipping firms, and railway companies established by financial groups like Rothschild, Morgan, Rockefeller, Goldman Sachs, and DuPont, as well as the famous New York Stock Exchange.

This place, teeming with financial magnates, was the stronghold of international capital behemoths.

Lin Hao's current identity only afforded him a modest amount of assets on Wall Street, barely enough to enter the VIP lounge. Over the five years the android had been operating in America, Lin Hao had used multiple identities to visit the New York Stock Exchange, making him a somewhat familiar face.

"Mr. Lin, we've been expecting you."

Alber Ellis was a stockbroker of minor renown on Wall Street, and he was also one of Lin Hao's go-to proxies over the years.

When they first met five years ago, Alber Ellis hadn't thought much of the young Asian man, merely treating him with professional courtesy.

He had assumed this was just a rich kid trying to prove himself on Wall Street by leveraging his family's wealth, expecting him to quickly be taught a lesson by the harsh reality and then obediently return to his life of leisure.

He never expected this person's predictions for the financial market to be nothing short of miraculous. After a few trades, the initial investment had multiplied nearly a hundredfold.

Alber no longer dared to underestimate this young rich kid. Instead, he secretly followed the man's trades, multiplying his own assets several dozen times over the years, which in turn made his name on Wall Street.

Upon learning that Lin Hao's ancestors were Chinese, Alber had put in considerable effort to self-study Mandarin in order to better serve this "God of Wealth," and could now communicate normally.

Unfortunately, this "God of Wealth" rarely visited Wall Street, sometimes only once a year, causing Alber to miss him daily.

However, whenever the "God of Wealth" arrived, he was almost always profitable, with the only few losses occurring when they were suddenly hit by a strong sell-off from a major player. But even then, he managed to extricate himself quickly with no significant damage.

What Alber didn't know was that he was merely one of Lin Hao's proxies, and those few losses were orchestrated by Lin Hao himself, who used other proxies to recoup the money.

After all, being consistently profitable without any losses would be too conspicuous.

Lin Hao had many identities, and S.P.E.A.R. controlled even more accounts. Each time they entered the market, they operated through dispersed channels, ensuring that American financial regulatory authorities couldn't detect any anomalies.

Today, upon receiving Lin Hao's call, Alber immediately canceled his appointments with other clients to focus on awaiting the "God of Wealth."

Upon entering the VIP lounge, Alber served him attentively, cautiously inquiring, "Mr. Lin, how do you plan to operate this time?"

"Five million US dollars, with ten times leverage, shorting Stark Industries," Lin Hao said nonchalantly.

"Ah?" Even with his knowledge of Lin Hao's past successes, Alber was still astonished. "Shorting Stark Industries?"

"Stark Industries has been on an upward trend for the past six months, barely dropping at all."

Alber found Lin Hao's choice unbelievable and quickly shared the intelligence he had gathered, "Although he didn't attend the military award ceremony last night, and there are rumors from the Pentagon that the Air Force intends to cut Stark Industries' orders for next year."

"However, other companies in the high-tech weapons sector simply cannot compare to Stark Industries, which has the genius Tony Stark."

Don't underestimate the information channels of Wall Street stockbrokers. What happened last night was already known to them this morning before the market even opened.

"Are you telling me how to do my job?" Lin Hao glanced at Alber.

"I wouldn't dare..." Alber chuckled sheepishly.

Of course, he wouldn't dare offend the "God of Wealth," but Stark Industries was all red, showing no signs of green. To be cautious, Alber decided not to follow this time.

Soon, Alber completed the relevant operations, and Lin Hao left satisfied.

It should still be more than ten hours before the news broke. When the market opened tomorrow, Stark Industries' stock price would undoubtedly plummet.

Stark Industries' strength was tied to Tony Stark alone. Because of his unparalleled talent, the high-tech weapons manufactured by Stark Industries far surpassed those of other companies.

But this was also Stark Industries' greatest weakness. The more trust shareholders placed in Tony Stark, the greater their panic would be when they learned of his troubles.

Lin Hao left by car and soon, after changing his appearance, entered the exchange again using a different alias to perform the same operation.

"Sir, are you looking to invest?" a stockbroker approached Lin Hao, pushing his services rapidly, "I have a few good stocks here that are great to buy right now."

The man before him was middle-aged, but unlike the typical overweight American middle-aged men, he appeared thin.

The shirt was a good brand, but old and worn, with frayed cuffs. His suit was a typical American sack suit, cut noticeably loose, and also bore clear signs of age.

"Hey, Adam!"

Another stockbroker hurried over. He was dressed in Armani, the suit's clean lines and sharp tailoring exuding a sense of luxury that even an ordinary person could recognize.

"You're an old hand on Wall Street, I don't need to tell you the rules, right?"

"My apologies!" Adam Smith finally realized Lin Hao was the other man's client. He bowed and turned to leave.

After shooing away his colleague who tried to steal his business, the man turned back to Lin Hao with a warm smile. "Mr. Kurosaki, please come in."

Lin Hao glanced back at the unlucky broker and heard whispers from the people around him.

"Poor old Adam. The best thing he could do right now isn't selling stocks, it's getting a divorce. His wife is the biggest non-performing asset."

"He wouldn't dare. If he divorces, the court will take half his assets, and he'll have to pay child support. That means the other half will be gone too. And the worst part is, the daughter isn't even his."

"But Mrs. Smith is really hot!"

"You tried her too?"

"'Tried'? You rascal! No wonder you got Adam drunk at the last party and personally drove him home."

"Heh heh heh..."

No one saw Adam Smith, as he walked away bowing, clenching his teeth, his eyes burning with rage.

Lin Hao gave him another look before heading to the VIP room to complete the transaction.

As he left, he deliberately detoured to Adam Smith's desk and casually slid a reel of black videotape into his briefcase.