My name is Journey, 32 years old, a small-town youth who crawled out of the mud. Once, I was a corporate slave with an annual salary of 120,000, scolded by my boss every day, saving up 800,000 but seeing no future. Until three years ago, I stumbled upon a book on quantitative trading, and my mind exploded: Can algorithms really slay dragons? I was skeptical, quit my job, went home, sold everything to learn programming, Python, AI algorithms, staying up late until my eyes were bloodshot.

I gambled my 800,000, wrote a high-frequency trading strategy, staring at the screen as if my life depended on it. In the first week, I made 300,000, laughing maniacally: I'm going to turn this around! But the next day, the market crashed, wiping out my capital and leaving me in debt of 200,000. Creditors came knocking, my parents cried for me to turn back, but I slammed my keyboard and shouted, "My fate is in my own hands, not heaven's!" I shut the door, worked tirelessly for three months, upgraded my model, raised 1,000,000 to make a comeback. The new strategy was like a cheat code, earning 8,000,000 in half a year, reaching 50,000,000 in one year! I bought a Lamborghini and drove it to my ancestral hall, leaving my fellow villagers stunned.

Now, my net worth exceeds 100 million, and my team sweeps the global market, even Wall Street has to make way for me. My former boss, who once scolded me, now begs me to invest; I retort, "Do you even deserve it?" At 32, I have transformed from a corporate slave to a king, relying on code and a heart full of courage. The market is a jungle, and I am the hunter; my next target: 100 billion, crushing all the voices that doubt me!