Lifestyle -- 16 days ago
‘The bell chimed for eight o’clock, and within one and a half seconds, the time it took for everyone to fill their lungs, the noise level exploded from a loud hubbub of chatter into a deafening roar… My products were notionally called Japanese Government Bonds, or futures, or options, but nobody cared what the hell they were. They were just numbers to be bought and sold. It was like trading ether.’
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