Tokyo HFT floor, 8:15 PM.
The market moves. My fingertips answer.
From a solo algorithm in 2018 to a system running under my name in 2022 —
every millisecond holds a piece of my youth.
From a dirt road in the village to the autumn avenues of McGill.
Burns from the fryer, cold nights at the gas station, dawns buried in code —
every scar was a signpost leading to this cap and gown.
Working to survive. Studying for what comes after.
Fall 2023: burned by the fryer. Fall 2024: 145/150.
Turned night shifts into sunrise study sessions — sweat into scores.
1980s. A small village in southern China.
Dirt roads, well water, homework under a dim bulb.
He stared at the city lights on the horizon, full of questions.
His father left for a university 500km away —
and a seed was quietly planted.
Every legend starts from the dirt.