The Entertainment Industry in Turmoil: Young Actresses All Want to Rise to the Top

Chapter 100: Mr. Shen Pays for All Expenses [10,000 words, seeking subscriptions and monthly votes]

Back at the company, Shen Mo entered the conference room, which was already full of members from the Financial Investment Department. Today was the day for the 2012 mid-year report.

Shen Mo took the seat of honor and gestured to Zhao Feng that they could begin.

Zhao Feng stood in front of the projection screen, the red dot of the laser pointer landing on the numbers in the PPT.

"I started buying Hang Seng Index shares at last year's low and have accumulated 500 lots, with a maximum unrealized profit of over 5400 points."

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice steady.

"Due to the adoption of a conservative strategy, using only five times leverage, the current unrealized profit is NT$1.35 million."

The pie chart on the screen began to rotate.

"As you requested, 40% of the unrealized profit will be retained as margin, to be used to add to the position later on a pullback."

"30%, or 4000 million, is allocated to seven core stocks, including Tesla, Alibaba, and Tencent, with a buy-and-hold strategy."

He switched pages, which displayed a row of familiar logos.

"This part has an annualized return of about 10%, and currently has a floating profit of 400 million."

Shen Mo nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the holdings details.

"As per your instructions, we have focused our remaining 30% of the 4000 million on the mobile internet sector."

Zhao Feng's tone finally showed a slight fluctuation.

"Based on the goal of achieving full 4G network coverage for mobile phones, we have focused our investments on new media companies such as Phoenix.com and Netflix."

The laser pointer's red dot points to the sharply rising candlestick chart on the projection.

"The average increase exceeded 400%, resulting in a profit of 1.6 million yuan."

A soft gasp filled the conference room, and several newly hired traders unconsciously sat up straight.

Shen Mo leaned forward: "How long do you think this wave of growth in mobile internet will last?"

"At least until the first quarter of next year."

Zhao Feng answered immediately.

"We have begun to gradually reduce our holdings, preparing to move into the next sector."

He looked at Shen Mo and said, "As per your instructions, this portion of the revenue has begun to be gradually transferred to Mohen through the State Administration of Foreign Exchange."

Shen Mo slowly stood up and straightened his coat.

"Everyone, you have done an excellent job in the first half of the year. I hope you will continue your efforts."

"Also, Zhao Feng, please make preparations. We will be establishing the 'Ink Trace Asset' private equity fund next month."

"It will be a wholly-owned subsidiary of Mohen Investment, with you serving as the general manager. You will be entitled to 1% of the fund's management fee and 20% of the excess investment returns."

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear the air conditioner blowing out.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and nodded emphatically. He had been waiting for this day ever since the day he spun off from the agency.

finally reached!

Shen Mo glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the other people in the conference room.

"I know people don't like eating pancakes."

"So, of that 1.6 million in profit, I've decided to allocate 20% as team bonuses, which will be credited to the team's accounts along with their salaries next month."

"The remaining half will be used to further increase our long-term strategy, and the other half will be transferred to a new fund."

As soon as Shen Mo finished speaking, the taut string in the conference room seemed to snap with a "clang".

The deathly silence lasted only a moment.

"Mr. Shen is awesome!" "Love you, Mr. Shen!" "Thank you, Mr. Shen!"

Amidst gasps and incredulous gasps, the quiet conference room erupted in chaos, with several extroverts even shouting out loud.

20% of the 1.6 million profit will be allocated as team bonuses!

Everyone's brain was rapidly calculating their approximate share, their hearts were pounding, and their blood was rushing.

Several young analysts could no longer contain their expressions, their lips curling into wild smiles as they exchanged excited glances.

Even the usually composed Zhao Feng adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses shining brightly, and a clear smile appeared on his lips.

The general manager position, the 1% management fee, and the 20% share of excess profits that Shen Mo just mentioned are the greatest recognition and commitment to his abilities by Shen Mo.

But it is ultimately just an empty promise for the future.

And this sudden huge bonus is an even greater incentive than expected.

His hand, hidden under the table, clenched quietly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. This wasn't nervousness, but rather restraint born of extreme excitement.

Shen Mo took in everyone's reactions; he liked this direct form of encouragement.

He raised his hand and gently pressed it down, and the room instantly fell silent again, with all eyes focused on him.

"It seems," Shen Mo's lips curled into a relaxed smile, "that everyone's satisfaction level is quite high?"

A soft laugh echoed in the conference room.

"Alright, now that we've finished talking about business."

Shen Mo placed his hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward slightly, and glanced at the faces that were still flushed with excitement.

"I know everyone has been on edge for the past six months. This afternoon, the entire Financial Investment Department is on holiday."

He paused, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"According to industry practice, Zhao Feng will take them out for a good relaxation session. All reasonable expenses will be covered by the company."

"Consider this an early celebration of the establishment of Inkmark Asset Management, and a thank you to everyone for your hard work over the past six months."

These words were like pouring hot oil onto a red-hot iron, instantly igniting the atmosphere!

"Long live President Shen!"

"The boss is so generous!"

The young analysts could no longer contain themselves and cheered. Some even slammed their fists on the table in excitement. They had long heard about the lavish lifestyles in the financial industry, and today they could finally experience it for themselves.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, stood up, and spoke on behalf of the team, his voice slightly hoarse with excitement.

"Mr. Shen, thank you! We will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Shen Mo nodded, said nothing more, turned around decisively, picked up his suit jacket and draped it over his arm, and walked out of the conference room first.

Behind him, a scene of jubilation erupted instantly.

Inside a luxurious KTV room at a five-star hotel in Beijing, neon ball lights spun, casting colorful spots of light onto everyone's excited faces.

A deafeningly loud song was playing on the huge LCD screen.

About twenty people completely shed their facades as financial elites, dancing wildly and shouting off-key lyrics. The sounds of clinking glasses, rolling dice, and laughter mingled together, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.

Just as the atmosphere was at its most heated, the heavy door to the private room was silently pushed open.

The previously noisy voice seemed to have been choked, instantly falling silent.

Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to the doorway.

One after another, tall, beautiful female models dressed in fashionable dresses filed in with smiles on their faces.

Their appearance was like a drop of cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly igniting an even more intense reaction.

Zhao Feng had clearly made arrangements beforehand. Holding the microphone, slightly intoxicated and brimming with the confidence of a newly appointed general manager, he laughed loudly.

"Brothers, you've worked hard in the first half of the year!"

"Please welcome our beautiful ladies to join us! Don't be shy, sing well, drink well, and have fun!"

"Mr. Shen, all expenses tonight are on you!"

"Wow—!"

"Feng Zong is awesome!"

"Long live President Shen!"

The private room erupted in cheers and whistles that nearly lifted the roof off.

The young analysts, who had been somewhat reserved before, now had their eyes light up and readily offered their seats, warmly inviting the radiant girls to sit down.

Soon, the large sofa, which had been somewhat empty, was filled.

Financial elites in suits sat interspersed with stylish and beautiful models, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.

Some men began to pour drinks for the girls next to them, while others couldn't wait to request duet love songs.

The dice game also attracted new participants, with laughter and shouts rising and falling.

Surrounded by several subordinates and models, Zhao Feng, beaming, accepted toasts and enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

In the middle of the private room, Shen Mo sat there, leaning back on the sofa in a relaxed posture, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

He calmly watched the commotion unfold before him, which he had tacitly approved and which was orchestrated by Zhao Feng, his face expressionless.

One of the most beautiful models, encouraged by her companions, gracefully walked over to Shen Mo and sat down next to him, holding a wine glass.

"You must be General Manager Shen!"

Shen Mo raised his eyes and looked at her calmly. He did not refuse her; he could not spoil everyone's fun because of himself.

He simply put his arm around the girl's shoulder, clinked glasses with her, and let her feed him fruit and snacks.

Apart from that, there were no other excessive actions.

In the early stages of her previous life, her unbridled behavior could be attributed to being alone and unrestrained, but it decreased drastically after she got together with Xiaotian.

Not to mention myself now, I don't want to waste any time or energy on these meaningless people.

However, as he looked at the carnival scene distorted by neon lights, a barely perceptible smile still appeared on his lips.

Although this industry can bring in money quickly, the thrill and pressure of huge financial fluctuations are a constant burden on them.

Therefore, in order to prevent this string from snapping, periodic rewards and indulgences are often necessary.

What do these rewards and indulgences matter as long as they can make money for him?

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