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Hi traders, scalpers,

i prepared for you with my AI adaptation of great world classic book Great Gatsby, i think most of you read it allready or watched movies.
I hope that you will like it.

1.) The Retail Analyst’s Desk: Nick Carraway sets up his modest dual-monitor station in West Egg, a retail trader hoping to catch the crumbs of the high-frequency whales.

2.) Old Money Bonds vs. New Money Crypto: An introduction to the Buchanan portfolio, built on legacy banking, institutional wealth, and a deep disdain for independent retail scalpers.

3.) The Flashing Green Tick: Nick spots his mysterious neighbor staring across the bay at a single flashing green indicator on a remote Bloomberg terminal.

4.) The Valley of Blown Accounts: A depressing commute through the obscure chat rooms and toxic forums where over-leveraged traders go to lose their life savings.

5.) George’s Underwater Equity: George Wilson desperately tries to hedge his failing retail positions, begging Tom for institutional liquidity to keep his shop afloat.

6.) A Tip from the Inside: Tom feeds Myrtle Wilson a toxic stock tip, keeping her financially dependent on his institutional scraps.

7.) The Boiler Room Party: Nick attends a chaotic gathering in a city apartment filled with desperate day traders chasing pump-and-dump signals.

8.) Whispers of the Whale: Rumors circulate on the forums about Jay Gatsby—that he crashed the pound, that he manipulated the VIX, that he owns the liquidity providers.

9.) The Encrypted Invitation: Nick receives a rare, hand-delivered private key granting him access to Gatsby’s legendary trading floor.

10.) Champagne and Server Racks: The lavish reality of Gatsby’s operation is revealed: rows of liquid-cooled servers executing thousands of algorithmic trades a second.

11.) Meeting the Master Algorithm: Gatsby introduces himself to Nick not with a handshake, but by predicting a 50-pip drop on EURUSD moments before the breakout.

12.) The Flash Crash Architect: Nick hears the persistent rumor that Gatsby’s proprietary code was solely responsible for the 2010 flash crash.

13.) Lunch with the Market Maker: Gatsby takes Nick into the city to meet Meyer Wolfsheim, the unregulated broker who supposedly fixed the 1919 World Series of trading.

14.) The IC Markets Defense: Gatsby insists he only trades with tier-one brokers using strict negative balance protection, separating his fortune from Wolfsheim’s shadow.

15.) The History of the Bulls: Jordan Baker reveals the historical chart of Daisy and Gatsby’s brief, volatile romance before his account was wiped out years ago.

16.) The Institutional Marriage: How Tom Buchanan bought Daisy’s loyalty with a three-million-dollar trust fund and the absolute safety of blue-chip stability.

17.) The Dan Cody Mentorship: The origin story of James Gatz, a broke kid who learned raw price action from a legendary offshore trader on a yacht.

18.) The M15 Execution: Gatsby explains his philosophy to Nick: true fortunes are made in the trenches, scalping the M15 timeframe without a single lagging indicator.

19.) Mapping the H4/D1 Resistance: Gatsby shows Nick the macro charts, pointing to the exact D1 resistance zone where he lost Daisy to Tom’s superior capital.

20.) Setting the Limit Order: Nick agrees to host a quiet afternoon so Gatsby and Daisy can cross paths away from Tom’s algorithmic surveillance.

21.) Rain, Gyokuro Yutaka, and Volatility: The awkward reunion begins over Gatsby’s finest imported Japanese green tea, with Gatsby briefly paralyzed by emotional slippage.

22.) The Golden Boy Returns: The tension breaks, and Gatsby effortlessly rekindles the bullish momentum of his past with Daisy.

23.) A Tour of the Operation: Gatsby shows Daisy his setup, tossing custom-coded Expert Advisors and backtested strategy reports onto the desk like silk shirts.

24.) The Illusion of Infinite Liquidity: Daisy is overwhelmed by the sheer volume of Gatsby’s lot sizes, weeping at the magnitude of the wealth she missed out on.

25.) The Rumors Escalate: A reporter from a financial network tries to uncover the source of Gatsby’s uncapped, unverified trading capital.

26.) Front-Running the Whales: Tom grows suspicious of Gatsby’s edge, suspecting his fortune comes from toxic order flow and illegal latency arbitrage.

27.) The Lavish Party Daisy Hated: Daisy attends one of Gatsby’s trading floor galas, but is repelled by the chaotic, highly leveraged energy of the new-money scalpers.

28.) The Desire to Erase the Ledger: Gatsby tells Nick he doesn't just want Daisy; he wants to completely erase her historical data and financial history with Tom.

29.) "You Can't Repeat the Market Cycle": Nick warns Gatsby about fighting the macro trend, to which Gatsby famously replies, "Why of course you can!"

30.) A Shift in Market Sentiment: The summer heat rises, and the bullish optimism in Gatsby’s mansion begins to consolidate into a tightening, dangerous wedge.

31.) The Heat of the FOMC Meeting: On the hottest, most volatile trading day of the year, the group heads to the Plaza Hotel as a massive interest rate decision looms.

32.) The Institutional Squeeze: In the Plaza suite, Tom short-squeezes Gatsby, aggressively demanding to know how a nobody built a billion-dollar account.

33.) The Truth About His Capital: Tom exposes Gatsby’s system, revealing it’s built on exploiting latency gaps and unregulated spoofing, not fundamental brilliance.

34.) The Support Level Breaks: Daisy realizes Gatsby’s wealth is highly leveraged and inherently fragile; she retreats to the safety of Tom's institutional moat.

35.) The Drive Home in the Bear Market: Gatsby and Daisy leave the city together in his yellow sports car, the market officially turning violently against them.

36.) Myrtle’s Final Gamble: Desperate to escape her mounting debt, Myrtle runs out into the street to intercept what she thinks is Tom bringing insider information.

37.) Hit by the Rogue Algo: Myrtle’s account—and life—is entirely liquidated when she is physically struck by the fallout of a reckless, high-speed hit-and-run.

38.) The Finger on the Kill Switch: Nick discovers it was Daisy, panicking at the wheel, who executed the fatal move that ruined Myrtle.

39.) The Blame Shifts to the Scalper: Gatsby refuses to trigger his stop-loss, choosing to absorb the total legal and moral liability for Daisy’s catastrophic execution.

40.) George’s Broken Terminal: George Wilson stares at his zeroed-out balance and his dead wife, convinced that the man in the yellow car orchestrated his ruin.

41.) Tracking the IP Address: Tom Buchanan subtly and maliciously directs a broken, vengeful George toward Gatsby’s server farm in West Egg.

42.) A Morning in the Empty Mansion: Nick urges Gatsby to withdraw his funds and flee to an offshore jurisdiction, but Gatsby refuses to close his position on Daisy.

43.) Waiting for the London Session: Gatsby waits in his pool, watching the markets open, holding out for a margin-saving call from Daisy that will never come.

44.) The Autumn Liquidation: The summer ends, and the cold reality of a total account wipeout begins to settle over the quiet estate.

45.) No Prop Firms, No Safety Nets: Gatsby reflects on his refusal to use prop firm money, knowing his own real deposited capital is now fully exposed to the crash.

46.) The Final Margin Call: George Wilson arrives at West Egg and delivers a fatal, physical margin call to Gatsby in the water.

47.) The Silence of the Servers: The liquid-cooled machines finally power down, the fans going quiet as Nick finds Gatsby and George dead.

48.) A Funeral With No Traders: Despite the thousands who copied his trades and drank his champagne, only Nick and the man who taught Gatsby price action attend the burial.

49.) Rebalancing the Portfolio: Tom and Daisy flee to Europe, retreating behind the impenetrable shield of their institutional wealth, leaving others to clean up the volatility.

50.) The Last Flashing Green Tick: Nick returns to the Midwest, reflecting on the green light, the relentless human pursuit of the next trade, and the inevitable reversion to the mean.

Chapter 1:

In my younger and more vulnerable years, my mentor gave me a piece of advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

"Whenever you feel like entering a revenge trade," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this market haven't had the capital advantages that you've had."

He didn't say any more, but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments on blown accounts. This habit has opened up many curious natures to me, but it has also made me the victim of a few veteran bores on the trading forums.

I graduated from a decent firm in the Midwest, but after the volatility of the recent economic shocks, the slow, predictable yields of legacy banking felt entirely dead to me. I wanted the raw pulse of the market. I wanted the immediate, uncompromising reality of the charts. So, I packed up my modest equity and moved to the East Coast, the epicenter of global liquidity, to become a retail trader.

I rented a small, weather-beaten bungalow in West Egg, a suburb defined by its proximity to the massive, unregulated wealth of the new-money algorithms. It was a modest setup. I didn't have a floor of quants, a Bloomberg terminal, or a co-located server rack. I avoided the prop firm circus entirely—the allure of funded evaluation accounts was a trap for the undercapitalized and undisciplined. I preferred to risk only my own real, deposited capital, safely parked with IC Markets, comforted only by the hard reality of negative balance protection and true zero-spread execution.

My methodology was quiet and solitary. I didn’t clutter my screens with moving averages, RSI, or the lagging noise that plagued the retail spaces. I preferred to see the market naked. I would map out my battlegrounds on the H4 and D1 charts, drawing strict, unforgiving support and resistance zones, and then I would wait. I’d drop down to the M15 timeframe for the actual execution, letting pure price action dictate my entry. For the most part, I didn't even need my desk; I executed the vast majority of my positions holding nothing but my phone, pacing the floorboards of my rental.

My house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had the great advantage of being squeezed between two colossal fortresses of wealth. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard—a factual imitation of some European clearinghouse, complete with a marble swimming pool and forty acres of manicured lawn. But the real asset wasn't the real estate; it was the low hum vibrating through the ground. It was a massive, liquid-cooled server farm, executing thousands of high-frequency trades a second.

This was Gatsby’s mansion. Or, rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby yet, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name.

Across the courtesy bay, the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water. That was where the old money lived—the institutional hedge funds, the market makers, the legacy portfolios that dictated the macro trends we all blindly followed. That was where Tom and Daisy Buchanan lived. Tom was an old college acquaintance, a man whose family possessed a generational fortune so massive it practically served as a tier-one liquidity provider all on its own.