"200,000 US dollars?!" Jason recovered and slapped Michael on the shoulder, and the Budweiser beer can shook foam on the coffee table, "Michael! You are simply the God of Wall Street!"

Amanda glared at her husband fiercely, and her red nail polish almost pierced through his T-shirt. Jason shrank his neck, but still stared at the Morgan Stanley trading interface on Michael's phone-Blue Ocean Tech (BOT)'s stock price soared to $11.02 like a rocket, and the total assets in the account showed $2.2 million.

The atmosphere was broken, and Amanda rubbed her Prada gloves, and her tone softened: "Michael, just now... I was too excited. For an ordinary family like us, the $300,000 is the ballet tuition and mortgage down payment for our daughter, and we can't afford it." She pointed to the photo of her daughter wearing a ballet skirt on the wall, and her eyes were a little red.

"I understand." Michael stirred the whiskey in the glass, and the sound of ice cubes colliding was particularly clear in the blues music of the Manhattan bar. He remembered that when Amanda was in college, she lent him the tuition she saved from working to pay the rent. At that time, she was still wearing a plastic hairpin.

Amanda bit her lip and finally plucked up the courage: "Michael, can you... withdraw our money first? I know it's rising, but I'm afraid it will fall back to its original shape tomorrow..."

Jason was so anxious that he wanted to interrupt, but was stopped by Amanda's eyes. Michael looked at the pleading and fear in her eyes - that was the most real trembling of the middle class when facing risks. He clicked on the trading software, and there were still 5 million shares in the buy queue of BOT, all of which were buy orders from Wall Street institutions.

"No problem." Michael placed an order to sell 30,000 shares, and the transaction price was $11.02. Three seconds later, Jason received a text message from Chase Bank:

[$330,000.00 deposited into your account ending in XXXX]

"An extra 30,000?!" Jason jumped up, "Michael, the interest doesn't have to be so high!"

"Take it." Michael put away his phone, "This is a peace of mind fee for Amanda. After all, she has been worried for a few days."

Amanda's face flushed instantly. She remembered that she had scolded Michael for being a "giggle boy" in the morning. At this moment, she felt guilty: "I..."

"It's okay," Michael stood up, "I have something else to do. I'll leave first. I'll go to your house to eat Amanda's steak next time."

Jason chased him out the door and caught him under the neon lights in Queens: "Michael, I'm sorry... I embarrassed you today."

Michael patted his shoulder: "If it were me, I would be furious if my wife used the down payment to invest in stocks." He remembered the next message pushed by the system: "BOT will announce patent details tomorrow, and is expected to rise another 10%", but he didn't say it. Trust is mutual, and you can't force others to bear his risks.

In the bar, Michael ordered another Jameson with ice. On the screen, CNBC was analyzing BOT's quantum algorithm breakthrough, and the host excitedly waved a laser pen: "This stock may become the biggest dark horse this year!" In his account, excluding the 330,000 returned to Jason, the remaining 170,000 shares of BOT have a market value of 1.9 million US dollars - the principal has long been recovered, and the rest is profit.

In the next few days, BOT's stock price soared like the rocket predicted by the system:

- On Monday, the stock price soared 10% and was temporarily suspended by NYSE (limit up);

- On Tuesday, Morgan Stanley issued a buy rating, and the stock price rose another 8%;

- On Wednesday, the patent details were announced, and the pre-market trading rose directly by 12%...

Michael sat in front of the iMac in the Tribeca apartment, watching the total assets of the account exceed 6 million US dollars, and typed out the transfer instructions to his parents on the keyboard: 500,000 US dollars. The attached message read: "Dad, Mom, let's change to an apartment with an elevator."

At this time, Lily's text message popped up on the phone: "Mr. Chen asked me to ask when you are free to sign the divorce property division agreement."

Michael deleted the text message and clicked on the new foreign exchange trading interface-the system prompts: "Snow Dollar will rebound 30% within 48 hours due to the energy agreement." He raised the corners of his mouth and entered the trading instructions on the keyboard. At this moment, Sophia was at the Equinox gym on the Upper East Side. The stock price of BOT was jumping on the screen of the Peloton bike, and she suddenly crushed the protein bar in her hand.

On the TV in the bar, the CEO of BOT was being interviewed, with the bronze bull sculpture on Wall Street in the background. Michael raised his glass and chuckled at the screen - this was just the beginning. The ridiculed "giggle man" was about to set off a real storm in the foreign exchange market.