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A day in the money jungle.
I can hear roars. I can hear growl. I can see the blood. I can see the preys eaten. I can see anger animal hitting the ground. And, I can do these things here. Welcome to the money jungle surrounded by many monitors and keyboards, glistening boards, noisy speakers and hungry animals. I am one of animals in the jungle. In other words, this is the dealing room in one of prestigious global investment bank. I have lived here for more than 3 years and seen the world where the stronger prey upon the weaker.
Our meaning of existence is earning money for the jungle and ourselves as well. We have to fight each other, eat someone to live, make a bluff, deceive, flatter the prey, tempt the prey to come closer. Of course, the residents of jungle can be also killed by the jungle of market. Some died for storm of market, some was killed by bigger prey, such as hedge funds and institutions. I have seen many my jungle friends gone. I could not help any of them except just saying gGood bye.h
I hope to survive through this jungle until I can earn enough money from our preys. Then, I want to get out from this crazy place and hope to live in quiet and peaceful place. I want to be a human being. Still now, the animal sitting next to me roar to the screen, g Get up JGB !! get up !!h This is the typical day in a jungle where I live.