You could literally grind Japanese to N1 on Sottaku, pivot to grad stats at Keio, land the LNG desk at JERA as the deranged gaijin who knows everything about Polish natural gas, buy that 2LDK at Mita Garden Hills, DM the girl from 三田会 whose dad is on the Mitsui 二木会, first few dates at Sushi Saito, spend summers at the family’s Karuizawa house, then get the LP intros over New Year's osechi,
but you will not.
You could literally just read economics at the LSE, sit Part III at Cambridge and stay on for the PhD in stochastic filtering, get a seat at a Berkeley Square macro pod that runs a bigger gilt book than half the primary dealers, buy the four-bed lateral at Clarges overlooking Green Park, dm the girl whose brother was your mate from the LSE Investment Society and whose father was Chief Treasurer at Yukos, first dates at 5 Hertford Street, shooting weekends at the Highland estate the family bought in ’06, get the LP intro over Sunday roast,
but you will not.