I have several rules for playing the stock market.
First, I am a classic conservative player. So I play slowly and carefully. Of course, those who do not take risks do not drink champagne, but I do not like champagne either. I saw risky guys - they very quickly switch to vodka, and then disappear, leaving debts and suicidal remarks in the chat.
Second, my personal. I don't play the stock market where I do something else.
Therefore, I am now immediately looking for something to play away from the Apollo Z system, although there are now jumping rates because of the war, like announced ones, and you can earn money. There's a reason I'm not going into Zera's system right now.
First, I looked at the interest rates on time deposits. The dictatorship in system X Harpies on the 7th planet gets government loans at 5(!)%. It's a well-known fact, this is not good, the budget there, most likely, will collapse soon, their business smells like a revolution, a civil war or the collapse of the empire into a bunch of feudal predators. But I was more or less familiar with the situation there. I have now watched the headlines from there for half an hour, looked at the behavior of iconic hedge funds, looked at the rates of local energy companies and remained confident that they still have at least 3 months before the default. He boldly deposited 400 gold coins with the right of immediate withdrawal.
I left 50 gold on my profile balance - my reserve in case I screw up and have to save the game. And now I will play the rest. I firmly respect the rule to play only 10% of my capital, not paying attention to those who consider it masturbation. The club gives me money "on account once" precisely because it knows my prudent manner.
For the game, I had one idea for a long time, which I mentally turned to several times, scrolling through it in my mind again and again. In the G system of Medusa, some smart people came up with the idea of downloading helium from the atmosphere of the giant planet using platforms that processed it right on the spot into offal and transferred it to consumers already packaged in the form of something similar to tanks. The tanks fired from the platform, had a charge for a one-way flight. Being remotely controlled by the company's dispatchers, they, without needing spaceports and maintenance, could fly to the client even directly to the plant's yard. Connect and enjoy. All this turned out much cheaper than traditional conservative manufacturers, fiddling with atmospheric mining bases, heavy starships, in large batches. Of course, at times these tanks disappeared somewhere in space or landed in the wrong place. Not all planets allowed unmanned vehicles to land at all. But overall, the GM-serv business looked promising. Today they have an annual report, and I will play with them.
They report in local currency. Once again looking at the news and looking at the fundamentals, making sure that nothing unforeseen happened, I decided that after the announcement of the financial statements, their stock price would rise, and the local currency rate and the price index for helium and a range of by-products would fall.
I brought all the necessary charts and news feeds to my plasma and I'm waiting. The support line for GM-serv shares is about -10% from the current price. News about another missing tanker (sent, did not arrive at the client), angry customer reviews, sluggish comments from a delivery service representative that, they say, we will send a new one and reimburse it, flew onto the tape.
It's a common thing, but the news was thrown before the reporting report in order to bring down the share price, speculators are getting ready to play on the wave. I am that speculator. Now because of the negative news, uncertain or uninformed stockholders started to sell, the share price began to decline. Not very briskly, the chart crawled down, I realized that it would not slip to the lows, to the support line. Scored the purchase of shares at a value of -3% from today's starting price. I'll buy it for 20 gold. Accordingly, I threw 10 gold for the sale of local currency, 10 for the sale of helium in values of + 1.5%. Another tweet was squeezed into the reserve of the main strike.
Shares went -5% and froze. Everything as I thought. Suddenly, news about an emergency on one of the platforms fell on the tape - something caught fire there, there were no casualties and destruction, but work was stopped for a month. This is already more interesting - the shares rushed down in a lively way, and I sat and read the news carefully - is this a bluff of speculators or a company crisis? Coolly looking at the graphs that were flying “in the wrong direction”, I read the news carefully, looked at duplicates in other media, and found the original source. It was a week ago. This means that this is just a stuffing - speculators, and the company itself, want to disperse the amplitude of the wave of today's jump in rates steeper. OK.
The remaining 10 gold coins were put on the purchase of shares in the -10% position. Soon the course came there, the chart continued to crawl down. Perhaps today I’m like the one at the market - I sold it cheaper and bought it more expensive, and I’ll leave with it. But, the chart, having broken through the support, stopped at -12% and stood up.
The publication of the report has begun. There is no time to read, and there is no point. I put half of the shares for sale in the +10% position from today's starting price, and helium and currency for purchase in the -5% position. And began to wait. The report was clearly good. Green lines jumped up. Amateurs are now zooming in on the chart, peering at the pennies, looking for micro-fluctuations there, and managing to buy and sell five times a minute, knocking these pennies in buckets. I'm lazy, I sit and wait for the upper limit. Finally, we went to +10, sold two-thirds of the shares, bought helium and foreign currency. The remaining shares worth 10 gold can now be sold too, but... If the company approached the collapse so meticulously, maybe they came up with something on the rise? Maybe there will be more news with a plus? Didn't sell. Damn, the publication of reports is over, the chart stood at +11%, froze and went into a rollback down. It is now stabilizing at +8%.
I almost pressed the green “merge” button, as I saw in the news feed - the same bomb. The rating agency HPLA included this company in its lists with a minimum rating. The list of 100 largest companies in this part of the galaxy. But these are mainly banks and the most advanced industry. There are no more than a dozen raw materials here, and these are only the most megamonsters. The fact that GM-serv entered the club of the cool is clearly an advance, they have something serious ahead of them.
I boldly put their shares on sale at +20%, well beyond the resistance line. The chart went up by +18% and froze, wobbled, and slowly touched my red line, there was an affectionate bloom in the dynamics, the shares were sold. The G-serv chart kissed +20% and crawled down, where it stabilizes for a long time somewhere at +15%.
I, happy, counted the profit. Minus all commissions and I made 7 gold. I cleaned up the rest, bringing everything into conditional. Now I have 400 on deposit, 57 in freedom, possibly for spending, and I poured 50 into helium, which, of course, will deviate from today's rollback by as much as -10%, and in a month in any case it will only grow a little in price, and there will be good storage of funds until the next game.
+7 gold on the balance - a big success that can be celebrated. Now it will definitely be possible to replenish food supplies before departure. There will be normal food, not sublimates from the Tranchey. So, now you can go to the refrigerator and take whatever your heart desires.
I remember how in childhood, with snot and tears, faced with the main obvious thought about this reality, trembling with resentment, howled: “No one loves me!” Then, in a pimply and awkward youth, in this phrase surprise rather than resentment came through: “Does no one love me?” This question drove me on an adventure, took me on roads through rather dumb places ... until it led me to the flying school on Homland. Then, for many decades, this idea gave rather firmness and decisiveness. “No one loves me,” I thought, clenching my teeth, and leaving behind everything unnecessary, taking what I liked and flying on. It works well with this thought, it fights. If necessary, then it is necessary - the world will not get better anyway. There will be no happiness, but success is possible and many desires are quite realizable ...
And now I was sitting in my transforming chair, with my legs up on the table, dimming the lights, turning on a softly lyrical Mouzon, sipping a good scotch from a glass, puffing on good tobacco, digesting a well-pepped beef steak in my stomach (I opened the last package of real meat), looking either on plasma with charts of stock prices and currencies, or on “stars in the window”. And smiling slightly in blissful calm, he thought: "No one loves me." This was a triumph and, perhaps, happiness.
It's strange why those idiots in the Demiurge, who have been fiddling with digital women for so many decades without success, didn't think of a better idea to create a digital cat. I imagined how great it would be now to stroke a purring, well-fed impudent fellow, and smile together at the cozy cabin of the ship, and rejoice together that no one loves us, and that we feel so good at the same time ...
I went to the site of this unfortunate office and sent my advice to the smart people - it doesn’t work with women, practice on cats ... And I thought that I could feed a real cat. Really, maybe I'll get a cat? Then when are we going to do it?
She and her friends were sitting, as usual, at the reception, the three of us at a wide table that stood on the stairs on the landing between the floors. Along a wide corridor, emerging from a painted green door, walking along a gray carpeted path, people sometimes approached them. They walked for 10 meters along a windowless passage, lit by a soft, matte gray light from long lamps in the ceiling and walls, in silence. Most were focused and businesslike, some were solemn or even pretentious. Most hid their anxiety, or maybe didn't feel it, and looked rather casual, as if nothing extraordinary was happening, as if what was happening was just a small everyday necessity. It's like going to the bath or something...Approaching the table, trying not to look the girls in the eyes, the guests showed their tickets. The girls smiled sweetly and said where to go next - to the upper or lower floor. Most walked down the stairs and there they disappeared into the brown doors. At those doors stood
Above to remember a woman, for example, that conductor ... He scrupulously restored her eyes, knees, ankles, palms before his eyes. Slowly I walked my memory along my back, along the bed of a hollow along my spine. In the groin it became heavy, nervous electrical discharges moved from the lower back to the pubis. And then Ratmir remembered - right behind her coccyx she has a hole. No, not “that one”, but between it and the falcon there is a small hole. Ratmir was stuck on this memory - the gray morning light from the compartment window cast clear shadows, and the hole was visible like a small crater on the moon - clear, with sharp outlines.Did he think this morning that he would remember this hole before he died? Ratmir felt his shoulders trembling at this thought, and his lips stretched out in hard-to-control laughter. The fear is gone. The captain knew that now his eyes were shining bravely and cheerfully, and his face had acquired the cheerful confidence of a predatory beast, and
Sent to the news agency marked URGENT!:“The 5th battalion of the international brigade, with the forces of one company of tanks and infantry, occupies Lindach at these hours. According to the battalion commander Erich Kloss, who personally heads the operation, the capture of the city passed without losses. The resistance of the militants is broken. More details from our correspondent in Lindach soon.” And I attached a video and photo to a text file.Then I went into the program, where a satellite panorama of Vastu was given, went down to the streets of Lindach, looking around what was where. On the outskirts along Awakening Street, they dug a trench and dragged corpses there. In the western part of the city, something burned and smoked. Tanks spread across the main squares. The infantry combed the houses, herding someone in crowds to the trenches, and someone to the central square.“In the western part of Lindach, the militants put up desperate resistance to the soldiers of Kloss, bu
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