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Hi – My name is Alberto, and I wanted to personally thank you for investing in this book. Yeah, I know it kinda looks short for a book, but there’s a reason for that. You see, a little over 12 years ago, I placed my first trade while I was in college (bought 200 EUR equivalent worth of Tiscali shares, an Italian telecoms operator at the time). And this little ‘hobby’ became my obsession. In the last 7 years as trader for the big banks (more on this later) I’ve generated over $38 million dollars in profits trading Forex, shares, commodities, indices, you name it – even orange juice and pork belly. That’s when I tested out all sorts of weird trading strategies, and this book is where I share the top 50 Red Hot Forex Trading Secrets that helped me generate such large profits. My goal is to ALWAYS give you ONLY what you need to know in the most succinct format, so you can spend the rest of the time trading and getting ‘on the job’ (or ‘on the market’) experience. Here is a quick video talking about why I do what I do: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtSzZMk_FA0 My Story… So, I told you before that I am a trading junkie. Yes… I COLLECT and test trading systems, ebooks and courses (I have been collecting them since I was 16 years old) In fact, back in 1996 I was so young (aka underage) that I had to convince my mom to open an account in her name so I could trade on it! Yes… When I browse the internet, I’m usually (read ALWAYS) on trading websites and I will download, save and test any ebook, indicator or trading system I come across (because that is the REAL entertainment for me…) and my girlfriend knows that if she closes any of the dozens of tabs open in my browser, she’ll hear me crying out a few choice Italian swear words because THAT IS WHAT I DO. Yes, I loved trading… but I didn’t how how to. I was determined to figure how to make this ‘trading’ thing work. I knew there was a huge amount of money to be made. If I could just figure out how… By the time I finished high school at the age of 17, I had been reading avidly for about a year the “Stocks and Shares” on the last few pages of the Italian equivalent of the Financial Times, “Il Sole 24 Ore”… In this last section was where the stock and currency prices were listed in tiny font across a dozen or so very narrow columns. I was hooked. So I bought books, and trading courses, and began to trade. It wasn’t pretty. I made every mistake in the book(s). Every trading system, method, strategy failed. Most of the systems and information I bought were either outdated or were never any good to start with. Some were so complicated you’d need a PhD in maths and econometrics to trade. Some others were profitable only on demo accounts but never in the real world. Some were just Expert Advisors (or ‘robots) that took ridiculous amounts of risk for very little profit. Or some ‘trading gurus’ would offer a guarantee and support, but they’d never answer my questions and stall until the guarantee ran out. Others could just be found free online. Some did make money, for a little while But the instant the market did anything unpredictable the system would make horrible trades and send my account crashing. So, I decided to become a very different type of 'trader'… The Pin-Striped, ‘Polished’ Investment Banker (or not) I was in my penultimate year in university when representatives from Citigroup came to my University to recruit graduates. I applied for and got accepted into a highly coveted corporate finance investment bank internship with the Citigroup “Mergers & Acquisitions” team in the new financial district of London, Canary Wharf. I absolutely loved the analytical work of valuing companies, but didn’t like (and couldn’t stand) the BS team politics that went on even at my very junior level. I am very, very radical about getting results FAST based on MASSIVE ACTION and SKILLS – I wasn’t prepared to kiss my bosses’ (or anyone else’s) rear end. The Trader… So, I found out corporate finance wasn’t for me and the following year applied (and got) a position as a junior trader for Deutsche Bank in the City of London. Trading desk promotions are bonuses were mostly based on ‘hard PnL’ – the amount of money the trader had made for the bank last year rather than politics and other ‘soft people skills’ like the people in ‘Human Resources’ liked to call them. Being very introvert, I certainly wouldn’t have ran ked very high on ‘team communication’ and ‘demonstrating team spirit’ and other BS attributes. I wasn’t going to be the one pulling the weight for the lazy and the time wasters in my team and I didn’t expect anyone else to do the same for me either. After the first couple of years with Deustche Bank and after a long sabbatical year, I moved to Barclays Capital back in Canary Wharf in London… Over those 7 years Deutsche were the #1 trading house in Europe and Barclays #3. Over those years personal Profit and Loss was ‘only’ a few million dollars per year, which went to contribute to a total combined team PnL of about 1 Billion per year. As a result of rubbing my shoulders with some of the most talented traders in the industry, the team and I were kicking ass on ‘the Street’ as we used to call it… Mine and my fellow trader salaries were huge and we regularly collected yearly bonuses well into the 6 figures… Yet I was miserable. The banks chained me to a desk. I was stuck in the office all day (and most nights). You see…I couldn’t just make a few thousand bucks and go home. I had to make the most amount of money possible. No matter what it took. And that meant I had to be glued to my trading screens for at least 12 hours a day. I was at the mercy of the markets. In fact, this one time, after a late night at the office, I had to wake up at 4 A.M. the next morning and rush back into the office… All of this to place a massive trade with a Japanese client and make $1.5 Million Dollars in just a few minutes! I was making money but I was not a happy man. My friends with normal jobs were having more fun than I was. So, I quit. I wasn’t just ‘burned out’…I was pissed off. It wasn’t fair to myself or to the everyday person whose pension funds I was managing.