My name is Journey, I am 32 years old, an ordinary person who came from a small town. Once, I was the most inconspicuous cog in the company, with an annual salary of 150,000, saving for ten years to have a million in savings, living a bland and flavorless life. Until two years ago, I accidentally stumbled upon an article about quantitative trading, with the title: "Algorithms Dominate the Market, Billions of Wealth Freedom." I stared at the screen, my heart racing, and a thought popped into my head: I want to make a big play.
I started from scratch, tackling Python, C++, and machine learning one by one, staying up late to study high-frequency trading and options pricing, almost wanting to engrave the candlestick charts of the global market into my brain. Friends laughed at me: "You, a worker, want to play Wall Street's game?" I didn't say a word, just silently opened an account and threw in 1 million—that was all my wealth.
The first strategy went live, based on statistical arbitrage and high-frequency data, targeting the dual market fluctuations of A-shares and US stocks. In the first month, I made 500,000, and I was shocked: this thing really works! But in the second month, after a big market drop, I lost 800,000, and my account was almost wiped out. Family urged me to quit, friends laughed at my misfortune, but I sat in front of the computer, staring at the loss curve, gritting my teeth and thinking: this is not the end; it's the beginning.
I spent three months reviewing, optimizing models, introducing deep learning to predict trends, incorporating global macro data, and sentiment analysis. I even set up a low-latency server myself. With renewed determination, I borrowed 2 million to increase my investment, going all in. After the new strategy went live, my account skyrocketed: I earned back 5 million in the first quarter and reached 20 million in half a year! I directly bought a duplex luxury apartment in Beijing's third ring road, with the CBD lights outside my floor-to-ceiling windows. Standing on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, I thought to myself: this is the life I should have.
Now, my fund pool has exceeded 100 million. Every day I watch the code generate tens of millions in profits without even flinching. Those who once mocked me now seek my guidance to enter the industry, and I coldly laugh: "This field relies on intellect; not everyone can play it." I built a quantitative team, recruiting globally from New York, London, and Hong Kong, with servers roaring 24/7. My goal is no longer tens of millions but billions—I want the market to remember my name.
Someone asked me the secret to success, and I couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense: "Endure the night, write good code, and dare to take big risks." At 32, I went from an annual salary of 150,000 to a net worth of over 100 million, relying on algorithms that outperformed the market with every line of code, and my inherent tenacity. The market is my chessboard, and I am the one playing the game. What's my next goal? To be the king of global quantitative trading.
