[DOWNLOAD] Steven Dux – Duxinator High Odds Penny Trading {5.74GB}

Steven Dux – Duxinator High Odds Penny Trading

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What you will learn in this dvd:

recent trading performance
how to avoid emotional mistakes / major mistakes i am still making in trading
how to perfect your strategy – what my tracking results is
trade selection / range selection
volume prediction (resistance vs support)
brief example of using statistics in trading
new strategies + adding more details into old patterns
double layer resistance
bounce + gap up short
dip buying morning spike on crowded tickers
double intraday top
dip buying multi-runner’s major panic
risk management methods through different patterns and categories.
identifying neutralized area(s)
individual and consistent resistances (adding resistance)
how to spot correct individual resistance and consistent resistance (range, date)
how to read average short and average long (entries) to counter on the opposite side
float rotation statistics
indecisive trades
restricted range
volume gap theory


Nothing in my life so far has, as you’ll see if you keep reading and you will be able to learn:

How I moved to America at 14-years-old, leaving my parents and brother behind in China (and the only life I’d ever known).

How I’ve always had an obsessive curiosity about how things work, figuring out why they do (and questioning if there’s a more efficient way).

How this obsessive curiosity became my secret superpower into building a successful Trading career (and turning $27,000 into $4.2 million).

How developing an ulcer helped me appreciate a passion for travel, the ocean and, in time, led me to realize the life I truly wish to live.


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.I focused on three things:


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…


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.


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…


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.


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.But there was me, coming up with a plan to convince my parents to let me escape to live my American dream.


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.GOING FROM


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.


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

…to keep a girlfriend.

Not good enough

… to keep up with all my work and also all my studies.

Not good enough

… for my father, who never cared for me.

Not good enough

… for the other parents, who looked down on me.

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.


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 lost his girlfriend…

The guy with no money…

The guy nobody believed in…

The guy with no prospects after college…

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?



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.



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