155: Chapter 155 The Burden on the Body from Increased Intelligence

"Based on the frequency of placing and canceling orders, as well as the time difference in trade matching, the main players are doing their best to suppress the price and collect chips. At the current accumulation rate, it is estimated that they will finish collecting their target chips in 10 minutes and begin pushing the price up out of the cost zone."

Zhao Yang watched the screen quietly, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.

Nine minutes later, at the exact moment Amazon's stock price dipped to its lowest point since today's opening, he once again went all-in without hesitation.

One minute later.

Continuous large buy orders of a thousand lots suddenly emerged on the market, causing the stock price to skyrocket. The intraday line showed an upward trend of nearly ninety degrees.

Zhao Yang stared at the jumping numbers and decisively clicked to close his position when the gain reached 1.2%.

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Throughout the night, the main lights in Dorm Room 302 were not turned on; only the faint blue light from the screen illuminated Zhao Yang's face.

The only sound in the dormitory was the rhythmic tapping of the keyboard.

Zhao Yang was conducting precise harvesting in the capital markets on the other side of the ocean.

With his skills and IQ, he didn't need a calculator to figure out transaction fees, slippage, or profit-loss ratios. The moment he glanced at the data, the optimal results were calculated directly in his mind.

He bought at the lowest point of a crash and sold at the highest point of a rebound.

There was no emotional fluctuation.

He felt none of the greed common among retail investors, nor the excitement after making money; there wasn't even a ripple of emotion.

He strictly followed the operations dictated by the absolute win-rate probability calculated by his brain.

Three hours later.

Yenching Time, 1:00 AM.

Due to the long-duration, high-intensity extreme calculations, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Zhao Yang's forehead.

His brain also fell into a state of slight dizziness due to insufficient blood supply and highly active neurons.

He stopped his operations and closed the trading channel.

Leaning back in his chair, he glanced at the account balance.

The initial capital of five hundred thousand dollars used for day trading had turned into five hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars after three hours and dozens of short-term quick trades.

In three hours, he had earned seventy-five thousand dollars, which was equivalent to over five hundred thousand RMB.

A 15% intraday return rate.

Even the top and most mature quantitative trading programs on Wall Street would find it difficult to produce such a steady profit curve in just three hours after stripping away leverage.

Zhao Yang looked at the increasing numbers in the account and transferred the funds back into long-term safe positions.

"Just as I thought—when all the skills work together, integrated by 173 Intelligence, this kind of short-term operation is very viable! It's even stronger than most quantitative funds."

"If I traded stocks full-time, even Buffett would have to call me 'Grandpa' within three years."

Zhao Yang smiled and closed the laptop screen.

For him now, as long as he was willing to sit at the computer, he could extract massive cash flow from us stocks at any time relying on the skills and calculating power granted by the system.

However, Zhao Yang didn't plan to put too much focus on intraday trading.

Doing this today was merely to validate his ideas and see if, with Extraordinary Mental Calculation, he could achieve a pure dimensional strike to pick up money in us stocks without relying on memories of future trends.

As it stood, there were no problems.

At that moment, a strong sense of hunger suddenly surged from Zhao Yang's stomach.

His hands and feet even showed a slight tremor caused by low blood sugar.

Without hesitation.

Zhao Yang quickly took five Snickers bars and two packs of high-calorie compressed biscuits from the nearby storage shelf, and twisted open a bottle of whole milk.

Tearing open the packaging, he began to chew and swallow in large gulps.

The cloying chocolate and nuts mixed with biscuit crumbs were washed down into his stomach by the milk.

After a good while, as the sugar was absorbed into his bloodstream, the burning sensation of hunger in his stomach finally began to fade, and Zhao Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

As his Intelligence continued to improve, the burden on his body was, in fact, also increasing.

Every time he used his brain intensely—the brain being the organ that consumes the most oxygen and energy—the rate of physical exhaustion during full-load operation even far exceeded that of high-intensity sports. The energy consumption rate was extremely fast.

Therefore, Zhao Yang usually kept some high-calorie foods ready in the dorm to quickly replenish energy in case of need.

He looked up and scanned the dormitory.

His three roommates, Li Tianqi, Wang Mian, and Sun Xu, had returned at some point. They had already finished washing up and were each lying in their beds asleep.

Li Tianqi's snoring was very loud, one breath after another.

Except for the snoring, the entire dormitory was very quiet.

By the dim light filtering in from the hallway, Zhao Yang looked at his roommates' unique sleeping postures, a very faint smile appearing on his face.

He stood up, walked to the sink on the balcony, and turned on the faucet.

Icy tap water splashed on his hands. He cupped the cold water and washed his face several times, thoroughly washing away the sweat on his forehead and letting his throbbing brain slowly cool down.

After drying his face, he took off his jacket, climbed the iron ladder to his upper bunk, and pulled up the quilt.

The system skill, Deep Sleep, automatically activated.

Zhao Yang's breathing instantly became long and steady, and he fell asleep in a second.

The next day, 5:30 AM.

Because of the Deep Sleep skill, Zhao Yang opened his eyes exactly on time after four hours of sleep.

He didn't feel any of the fatigue common to ordinary people after staying up late. the mental and physical energy consumed last night had been fully restored, and his mental state was back to its peak.

He threw off the quilt, got out of bed, finished washing up, changed into a grey tracksuit, and walked out of the dormitory building.

The February morning in Yenching was still very cold, and his breath condensed into white mist in the air.

Zhao Yang went to the playground and ran ten kilometers along the synthetic track. After finishing, his body was covered in a layer of warm sweat. He then found a deserted corner and performed a set of Five Animal Frolics to stretch his muscles and bones.

During this period, Zhao Yang actually felt a constant sense of crisis.

The speed at which his Intelligence was increasing was simply too fast. Yesterday, in just one day, his Intelligence had increased by a full twenty points.

It could be described as skyrocketing.

In comparison, the growth rate of his physique points was a bit too slow. Although his current physical fitness reached a value of 18 points, making him stronger than many professional athletes.

But if his Intelligence continued to grow like this, his physical fitness had to grow along with it as quickly as possible.

If the hardware can't support the software, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Once the brain's blood supply demands and neural load exceed the limits of the blood vessels and heart, sooner or later, his body would completely crash because it couldn't afford the immense pressure brought by the brain.

Fortunately, he had the system, and he could still strengthen his body to a certain extent through subsequent tasks or lotteries.

Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether this system was good or bad for him. The one-sided strengthening of the brain was often more like a death warrant, with a very high probability of an early death!

After exercising, Zhao Yang went to the Second Cafeteria for breakfast.

Carrying a tray with two fried dough sticks, two tea eggs, and a cup of soy milk, Zhao Yang had just found an empty seat and sat down.

The sound of a chair being pulled out echoed from across him.

Gu Qing sat down opposite him with her tray.

Today she wore a light grey wool coat over a white turtleneck sweater. She wore no makeup, and her hair was simply tied into a ponytail, making her look clean and sharp.

"Good morning."

Gu Qing greeted Zhao Yang with an energetic smile.

"Morning," Zhao Yang replied, taking a bite of a fried dough stick.

Gu Qing glanced at him and asked casually, "Do you remember what day it is today?"

"I remember. It's the day we go to see a movie together," Zhao Yang answered.