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With time running out, Steven began to Trade when he was 22 years old. By combining the methods of others, and learning from their mistakes, he established his own strategy early on. This new strategy, along with his exceptional dedication and work-ethic, led him to turn $27.000 into $1.3 Million in his first year…
Originally from China, Steven moved to the U.S. for High school when he was a teenager. Although he did well in college, he soon realized how few options he had and that he would soon have to return to China. With his back against the wall, he studied the markets (creating a brand new chapter in his life)…
Steven’s life changed forever as he traveled and lived the life he always dreamed of. Yet he saw so many others fail, which sparked a new mission within him: to teach and mentor others so they could reach financial freedom. Steven reveals his strategies and trading methods so you can maximize your profits.
I looked in the mirror, red-faced and sweat dripping down my forehead. A weight in each hand, my arms were numb. I looked good; bigger than ever, toned and muscular. Once more, I pushed myself to the limit. I should have felt great. I didn’t. I wasn’t good enough.
I'D HAVE TO RETURN HOME TO CHINA.
My studies would come to an end, and my F-1 Visa would end with it. I had no job prospects here in the U.S., not with my visa. Not that I had any reason to stay… My former girlfriend gave me a reason, but she had left me.
I figured hitting the gym each day would make me feel worthy, but as I look in the mirror, I feel as worthless as ever. It’s just a distraction. Just like all those endless nights of studying the market has been. Stuck in that dead-end night shift that nobody else in college wants, I finally found something exciting to pass my time. Trading was my way out.
If I could make it work, I could stay in the U.S. and prove my father wrong.
I would escape the path he wanted for me, and pave my own. Plus, I’d be able to execute on all those amazing ideas that could change the world for the better; the ideas my classmates and I would daydream about in school.
Well, that was the plan. The problem is, I invested all my tuition for the year and lost half of it practically overnight. So here I am, in the gym once more, trying to prove something to myself.
FROM ROCK BOTTOM.
This was my low point in life. I felt alone, and I felt like I had run out of options. Soon, I’d have to return home to China, and face my father’s “told you so” tone. I would have to go back to the place that insisted I fall in line and follow the rules. In America, I felt able to explore my own path.
But even that had run its course: No girlfriend. No money to invest. No money, period, after my father cut me off. No options. Desperate, I had one final play. If it failed, I’d have to sell my car and likely return to China. Whereas if it paid off, just maybe, I could build the life I’ve always wanted.
Finally, a little luck. I managed to turn $27,000 into $60,000, and in less than a year, built it to $1.3 million.
MY JOURNEY INTO TRADING HASN’T BEEN AN ORTHODOX ONE.
Nothing in my life so far has, as you’ll see if you keep reading and you will be able to learn:
MAKING THE MONEY I DID, DIDN'T MAKE ME HAPPY.
I felt happier than I did during that low point in my life, but I would still look in the mirror and feel incomplete. This didn’t change until I started to help other people do what I do — just without all the mistakes, pain and wasted time and money.
Optimizing systems and strategies to maximize profit. I find most of the information out there overcomplicated and unnecessary. I hack these strategies, and rework them so they’re more efficient, effective and profitable.
Condense complex information into simple, actionable steps. I simplify systems, strategies and processes, so you don’t get lost in the details and miss the important steps that create 80% of the results.
Help people learn about trading stocks in the most efficient way possible. You don’t have to live in your office to be a good, successful trader. I strive to help you make more from less, and give you only what you need, when you need it.
My students work with me
because they appreciate the journey I’ve been on.
I’ve built a reputation on what to do, based on experiencing what not to. But to understand how I learned to do this — and where my resilience and persistence came from — we must go all the way back to where it all began…
MY EARLY LIFE.
I was born in China. Both of my parents came from humble beginnings, brought up by farmers. They were poor. Never had much money. They were taught to work hard, save their salary and follow the rules.
This led to my father joining the military. I didn’t see much of him growing up. He would only come home once per month, and even then he was very guarded. It placed a lot of pressure on my mother. She had to raise me, practically by herself. And because my father didn’t earn a good salary, she also had to work hard to make ends meet.
She had an incredible work ethic. Even as a young child, I appreciated her commitment and dedication. She would work long hours, save her money and, in time, started her own business; a shoe business. It did well. She soon expanded into other industries and found success in retail, restaurants and hotels. She made a lot of money, and began to make a name for herself.
Around town, everyone knew her. In a way, she became famous — which was a big deal at the time, considering she was a woman. She inspired me from a young age. She built all she had from nothing. Nobody gave her anything, and few people believed in her, yet she always found a way. Most impressive of all, she did this while she single handedly brought me up.
My father eventually returned from the military, and my parents had another child; my brother. I was 10 when this happened and we soon moved to a new city, Chongqing. My mother now had both me and my brother to raise, so she sold most of her businesses and gave her money to my father. He had a plan to invest it into real estate, which was a fast-growing market at the time.
It turned out his story was only just beginning, but as my father’s story did, it jeopardized our entire family’s.
MY FATHER'S RETURN.
With my father back home, life got harder. As with most traditional Asian families, we all had certain roles to play and expectations to meet. My father was to be the leader; my mother, the caregiver; and for me and my brother, we were expected to do well at school.
The problem with this was, I wasn’t the best student. From a young age, I would ask questions. Teachers would tell me, “this is what you need to do to get a good grade.” But I struggled with this. My mind always wandered to, “Why do we need to do it that way? What would happen if you put this and this together, instead?”
In China, teachers don’t like this. They want you to follow the rules, not question them. They told the other parents about me, who in turn warned their children to stay away from me. They were worried I might set a bad example. Looking back, this was where my anger began; the same anger that would later drive me to prove everyone wrong, and ignite my Trading career. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves…
I wasn’t the worst student in school.
In certain subjects — like Physics and Chemistry — I often scored 100%. But in other subjects, which I didn’t enjoy — like Maths and English — I would perform poorly. It was during these subjects that I hated, that my curiosity took control. I questioned everything; I wanted to understand how and why something worked the way it did. I didn’t accept the answers they gave me, which led me to come up with some crazy ideas.
Like the time my friends and I built a new garbage can, which automatically recognized if something was recyclable or not. It was a great idea and it worked well. But nobody — not the teachers, nor our parents — cared, because it didn’t make money or would help us get into a good school. I grew more and more frustrated. Nobody seemed to care and nobody wanted to listen. All they wanted was for me to listen to them and do as they said.
I got into more trouble at school and I was quite often sent out of class.
These troubles followed me home, where my relationship with my father grew colder and colder. He didn’t support me. He didn’t appreciate my curiosity. All he wanted me to do was get good grades and follow the rules — to stop questioning them. We weren’t close.
However, I was close with my mother. She did support me. I knew how strong she had been and how she didn’t let anybody stand in her way. It was this strength that gave me my own, which I would need in abundance if I were to move to the U.S. at the age of 14…
MY TEENAGE YEARS.
As my mother stayed at home and looked after my brother and me, my father, for the first time in his life, found success. He invested in real estate at the perfect time, making a lot of money. (I don’t know how much exactly, but something like $300 million.)
You would think such money would bring our family closer together. It didn’t. It pushed us further apart. My father had another woman in his life. It caused great friction between my mother and him, because mom had given up everything to support him. It left me and my brother stuck in the middle, keeping our family together by a thread.
He just wanted me to get into a good school and get good grades. He demanded I stop coming up with ‘stupid’ ideas with my friends, and to stop ‘wasting’ my time on video games. He had a plan for me, and I wasn’t following it. He would pay my tuition, as long as I followed his rules.
But as you know by now, this never came easy to me.
Having gotten into a good high school in China, I grew more frustrated. I felt angry in class because everyone wanted me to fall in line; at home, because of all the tension between my parents.
I just had to escape. And the only place I wanted to escape to was the U.S.
MY AMERICAN DREAM.
Around this time, I began to learn about the U.S. culture. It seemed like a place more open to ideas, and one that encourages creativity, curiosity and innovation. It also had the most advanced technology in Physics and Chemistry, which, considering were the only subjects I cared for, appealed to me. So, I told my parents I wanted to go to school in the U.S.
Looking back, this feels insane. There I was, barely a teenager, asking my parents to move halfway around the globe. After the first year in high school, most kids are going to the movies and playing video games.
COMING TO AMERICA.
I knew a little English, but not nearly enough to make my move an easy one. I had so much paperwork to complete and I had to leave my family, country and the only life I had ever known.
I came close to changing my mind, many times. The fear kept me awake at night. I was so nervous, but I also I knew it was a risk I had to take; that if I didn’t, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I would picture my mother and focus on how strong she had always been. How she took the risk. How she refused to let others stand in her way. If she was in my shoes, she would find the strength to do this.
So, I did what I had to. I found a way. I made the big move, and before long was in Cincinnati, Ohio, preparing for my first year in an American High School.
Why Ohio? Well, my mother had a friend who lived there. They agreed to take me in, and it was the only way my mother would agree to the move. I can’t say Ohio was my first choice, but it was America, that’s all I needed. The U.S. was a place that would finally allow me to explore my curiosity.
This would be where I could escape all that tension and the path everyone tried to force upon me. This would be the place I could finally tread my own.
Again, that was the plan; if only it was that simple.
HIGH SCHOOL TO COLLEGE.
I spent two years at Roger Bacon High School in Cincinnati. It flew by quickly, which is what tends to happen when you face so much change. I had known about the American culture, but living it was different.
I had known about the American culture, but living it was altogether different. Thankfully, my host family helped me adapt as best they could. They were kind, supportive and understanding. My English improved rapidly and because they had a son and three daughters, I experienced a real American upbringing. I grew close to them; looked at them as siblings. We hung out together, and they introduced me to their friends.
I felt like I belonged and no longer felt the same pressure as I did in China. I missed my mother and brother, of course. A day wouldn’t pass without me thinking about them.
But I loved the new culture and how different everything was. I had so many opportunities to try so many different things — sports like Tennis and Soccer — and my life no longer revolved around school.
I had new friends, and their parents didn’t hate me. If anything, they liked me; invited me into their homes. My anger and frustration began to melt away. I felt relaxed and happy. I created amazing memories: trips to the mall, high school dances and the kind of parties you see in the movies. I was young and free and, as most of us do, figured it would never end. Naive, I know, as none of us get to stay young forever…
High School finished, and I had a choice to make: go to college in America or head back home to China. I had no intention of returning, and because The University of Cincinnati had a renowned Engineering program, I made my decision quickly.
It had become clear since moving to the U.S. that, engineering was the major for me. I liked how it encouraged my curiosity and allowed me to ask questions and figure out new solutions. The whole purpose of engineering is to find the most efficient solution. This came naturally to me. And so, with the next few years of my life sorted, I spent the summer hanging out with friends and playing StarCraft — we’ll revisit this game later, as it turns out StarCraft plays a pivotal role in my Trading Career.
I had an amazing summer, daydreaming about college and what my future held. I felt on top of the world, although it didn’t take long for reality to kick in at UC. An overwhelming and intensive major… My engineering studies consumed me.
School became my life once more, just as it had in China. All I seemed to do was go to class, study, and because my father would only pay tuition and nothing more, I had to get a job. The problem was, my F-1 Visa made it virtually impossible to do so. I had few options, although thankfully I did have one. It wasn’t a great job. In fact, it was a job nobody else on campus wanted. It started at midnight and finished at 6 A.M. All I did was sit there, letting students in and out of the building.
That was it. That was my one job. Some nights, I’d barely see anyone. And the people I did were often drunk, happy and doing what I wish I was able to do. I grew bored and my frustration returned —
Because I still had classes and so much studying to do, my life became a blur.
MY FIRST LOVE.
Somehow, between the graveyard shift, classes and relentless studying, I found time to date. My first girlfriend didn’t last long, but my second relationship did.
I fell in love and she became the only bright spot in my life of work, study, rinse and repeat. I thought everything was fine, but because I had so little time to spend with her, she broke up with me. That low point in my life from earlier… this was it. It hurt. I felt like a failure; that I wasn’t good enough.
Not. Good. Enough!
As it had back in China, my frustration and anger resurfaced and took control. I wanted to prove everyone wrong. I wanted to become successful to spite them, just as my mother had to when I was young. I was in a bad place, but as it often happens when you hit rock bottom, you learn a lot about yourself.
During this tough period, I discovered how focused I can be. I learned how persistent and committed I had become. Maybe I was like my mother; maybe I had her strength and resilience, after all. Once more, she inspired me. Once more, she gave me the confidence I needed, to do what I needed to.
LOST IN THE HUSTLE.
I became disillusioned with my studies. I enjoyed what I learned, but I didn’t enjoy all the work and pressure that came with it. I also didn’t see much potential in engineering after college. I now craved greater success. If I was to prove everyone wrong, I would have to make a lot of money. I would need status and power, but how you can have that as an engineer?
Still, I wanted to get good grades and prove to everyone I could do it. I wanted to prove to myself that I was smart enough to be a successful student.
So, I studied hard. Each day, I threw myself into my books. When I did have some spare time, I distracted myself by going to the gym. I became obsessed, pushing my body to new limits each time. I went from lifting 100 lbs. to bench pressing 320 lbs.
I got bigger, faster, stronger and healthier.
I felt good and I looked good.
But as you know, I’d look in the mirror and still hate the person staring back.
The guy who wasn’t good enough!
It didn’t matter how big or strong I got, or how well I did at school. My F-1 Visa gave me few options after college. Unless I did something fast, I would have to go back home to China; I would fail. The clock was ticking. I didn’t know what to do.
But then, I heard about trading stocks. I didn’t know much about it, but it seemed like the only option I had to make some money. It had a low barrier of entry. I didn’t need a bunch of capital to begin. I knew it was a risk.
I had no idea where (or how) to begin. But with my time running out, what choice did I have?
TO THE MARKETS.
While I worked the graveyard shift that required me to do nothing 90% of the time, I studied the markets. Suddenly, the job nobody else wanted had its benefits.
I had lots of time to read articles, watch videos, and complete seminars and courses. All of the money I made went toward learning my craft. I had to make it work. As I had at the gym, I became obsessed. I knew immediately, trading stocks suited my personality.
It encouraged experimentation and questioning everything. If this works, why? If this doesn’t work, what could I have done better? Each strategy or system I consumed led me to another. I found myself lost down a rabbit hole, discovering new insights and skills every day. My engineering background was put to good use.
Fundamentally, trading stocks comes down to counter-strategy and knowing the numbers. Engineering took care of the numbers and I learned all the psychology I needed from playing StarCraft.
I realized I had spent my entire life practicing for this. The daydreaming of new ideas, the questioning of everything, the obsession to find a better, quicker and more efficient solution. Finally, I felt like I had found my path; my true calling. Yet, it came with a giant cloud that hung overhead; and it looked just like my father…
The Time I Lost Half My Tuition.
In China, trading stocks had a very bad perception at the time. Parents would tell their kids, “Don’t ever touch the stock market, you’ll only lose your money.”
When my father found out I was trading stocks, he didn’t approve. He stopped paying my tuition and gave me an ultimatum. Once again, it was his way or no way. This only fueled my motivation. I was out to prove everyone wrong.
So I saved and saved, and soon had $500 of my own money. I had studied hard and learned enough to make my first move. I did okay. Within two months, I made $300 in profit, earning a 60% return on investment. I had only just begun, though.
I continuously learned other peoples’ strategies and tweaked them based on what worked and didn’t. In the beginning, I focused on Blue Chips (better known as the Fortune 500). But I knew this would take too long to continually churn out profits, so I turned my attention to the ETF market.
I continued to study and learn, picking up other peoples’ strategies, breaking them down, pulling them apart, testing them on the market and refining the process.
Within months, I began to have the makings of my own strategies… Then the real risk came.
I learned about penny stocks
…And decided to invest all my tuition into the market. All $27,000 of it! I knew this would make my father angry, but this only drove me further. I was on a mission. I knew I could make it work. Only… I didn’t.
At least, not at first. I lost half of my money, quickly. Self-doubt and fear consumed me. I couldn’t believe what I had done. But what could I do… I couldn’t back out. I had already invested so much money, let alone the time into studying the markets.
Plus, all I could hear was my father’s voice in the back of my head, “This is how you failed. I was right. You should have trusted me.” I needed to prove him wrong.
If I didn’t, I would have no choice but to leave the U.S. I had to find a way. I had to make it work! So, I asked a friend to lend me $10,000. I said to her, “If I win, I’ll share the profits fifty-fifty. If I lose, I’ll get you your money back.” Worst case scenario, I could sell my car.
But I knew it wouldn’t come to that. With my back against the wall, I had to make this work.
Going from $27K to $4.2M
After taking the loan and reinvesting the capital into the market, I turned $27,000 into $60,000 in a month. I paid back my friend, and had what I needed to build serious momentum.
Over the next nine months, I transformed that $60,000 into $900,000. A few months later, it had grown to $1.3 million. And then, within a couple of years, all the way to $4.2 million. I shed myself of my fear and self doubt. I felt like I had achieved something. Finally, I had proved everyone who ever doubted me wrong — including myself. But for some reason, I still didn’t feel happy or content.
When I looked in the mirror, I still didn’t like the guy staring back. I had the money. I had the time and freedom to finally do what I wanted to do. I had what I needed to stay in America, and no longer rely on my father. I had worked so hard. I had finally made it!
I couldn’t understand why I didn’t feel successful. And then it hit me. I was exhausted. All the hustle and grind had taken its toll. I had built everything I had and proved everyone else wrong, at the expense of my health and wellbeing. I ached all over. I was tired, always. A numbing pain remained in my stomach all day, every day. For months, the pain just hung there.
Eventually, I went to the doctor. It turns out I had a stomach ulcer. The stress, long days and late nights had built up. The doctor gave me medication and told me I had to slow down. If I didn’t, it would only get worse. Yet, I didn’t know how to slow down.
I still felt like I had something to prove
…to whom, I do not know.
Finally, I decided to listen. I took a vacation. At first, I found it hard to disconnect. I had become obsessed. But after a few days, it got easier. And then, after a few weeks, I found myself enjoying the slower pace. My ulcer vanished — no more pain, no more numbing ache in the pit of my stomach. All the stress and worry went with it. I had refined my strategies to a point where I could trade for an hour each morning.
I didn’t need to work so long or hard anymore. At first, I worried that working less would mean I would lose all I had built. But I didn’t lose anything. In fact, I continued to make more money. So each day, I’d wake up, work for one hour and then enjoy myself. I traveled, worked out, visited friends, relaxed. No more obsessive behavior; feeling like I had something to prove. When I looked in the mirror, I liked the guy staring back.
I discovered a passion for the ocean; how peaceful and calm it is. I spent as much time around it as possible. I found surfing and I began to give myself time each day to reflect and think.
I thought about where I had come from — replaying the entire journey I’ve just shared with you. For the first time in my life, I felt pride. Yet I also felt a certain longing for more…
I finally liked the guy in the mirror, yet I couldn’t help but think he had more to offer. Everyone would say I had made it and that I should start my own investment company. I had done all I could on my own and it was time to join the big-league: move to New York, start a fund, and so on… I wasn’t so sure. That was the path they wanted me to take.
But what did I want? I’d spent years working and studying so hard, neglecting my body and well-being as I did. I figured money and success would make me happy and prove everyone else wrong. This had been my motivation. Yet there I was, at the top of the mountain… now what?
I felt frustrated again. Not at my father or anyone else, but rather the journey I had taken. It was inefficient: the bad information, the even worse advice, the courses and seminars I’d spent so much money on, and the countless hours studying…
I hated how I had taken the long route!
This is when I stopped seeing myself as a trader, and began to look at myself as a teacher.
to Trader to Teacher.
I had taken over-complicated and inefficient strategies from other people, broken them down and rebuilt them to serve a single purpose: maximize my profit. I realized I had spent my entire life doing this: asking the questions other people refuse to, so I can find the solution nobody else will.
My mission now was to make the journey as efficient as possible for other people. From engineer, to trader, and finally, today, a teacher. This is my journey. At least, this is the journey I’ve taken so far. I strive to dispel the myth that you have to live in your office to be a good and successful trader. I don’t want you to waste the time and money I did, learning entire strategies where you only need 20-30% of what’s taught.
I don’t want you to work for 8-10 hours each day, if you can achieve the same results in one hour. I’ve been there. For years, I overworked myself. I was so desperate to prove everyone wrong, I lost sight of what I truly wanted (and how I can truly help other people). Maybe I needed all that anger and frustration to drive me to where I am today. It gave me determination and focus. It served a purpose.
Not anymore. I no longer have to prove anything to anyone. Today, I look after myself. I travel. I eat well and work out. I hang-out with my friends and we go on adventures around the world. I spend as much time at the ocean as possible. I surf and soak up the sun and I do what I want, when I want to.
I don’t know what you want. But I want to help you get it.
This is why I’ve spent the last few years refining my own strategies and sharing them with other people. In the same way I hacked, recorded and optimized other people’s strategies to maximize my profits, I’ve done the same to my own so you get only the information you need.
Thousands have enrolled in my courses. Many have gone on to make six-figures in a short space of time, and some have even built seven-figure portfolios. Beyond the money, they have done so without having to sacrifice their time, freedom and health.
Today, I’m motivated to help other people see — and understand — the details I do. There’s so much bad advice out there. Most of it is unnecessary. A lot of the time, you have to consume entire courses just to get 10% of the information you need. The online world is full of fake traders teaching B.S. strategies. There’s no transparency. It’s hard to know who to trust. I want to put an end to all this. I want to give you what you need, when you need it.
No fluff. No lies. No more B.S..
This is why I’ve created an all-inclusive training area that houses all my strategies and advice. I’ve recorded everything I’ve learned over the years, and share it in a simple manner for others to follow.
Imagine, having all you need to build a successful trading career, without all the wasted time and money. Imagine, having access to me, my strategies and what I continue to learn — at your fingertips, all day.
HOW I TURNED $41,000 INTO $292,000 IN 30 DAYS.
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