The Stock Market: I'm Clearly the Chives, So Why Are We the Ones Getting Fleeced?

[The author already has two completed novels of over a million words, both excellent. Come on in!]

"Boss, the stock we're manipulating has hit the daily limit three times in a row. The retail investors (leeks) don't dare to buy in."

"Then push it up another three limit-ups."

"Boss, the stock we're manipulating is about to double, and the retail investors (leeks) still don't dare to buy in."

"Then double it again."

"Boss, we've become the company's largest shareholder. Its owner finished selling his shares when the stock doubled."

"What? We traded stocks and ended up as the largest shareholder, the owner of the company?"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, speechless as he glared at the heavens.

And so, the Myriad Worlds became a proving ground where the protagonist could turn the tables and harvest the leeks himself.

There are no leeks you can't harvest, only sickles that aren't sharp enough.