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

August 6, 2011, finally that day arrived.

Although it was already past midnight, the office was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of coffee and an almost tangible sense of tension.

Multiple screens flashed the indices of major global financial markets, including the Dow Jones, Nasdaq, and Hang Seng.

Shen Mo, Li Yitong, and the core team members Zhao Feng, Zhou Wanqing, Chen Jun, and others were all present.

This is not ordinary overtime work, but the final silence before a battle begins.

Shen Mo stood in front of a whiteboard, which was already covered with dense logical chains.

He looked around at the crowd and began his "pre-battle briefing," which would be the perfect opportunity for him to "show off his abilities" and establish his authority.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what we are waiting for is not a chance event, but an inevitable outcome."

His marker touched the center of the whiteboard: "Structural debt crisis".

"In the past few weeks, the US debt ceiling debate may have seemed like a political farce, but in essence, it is a visible symptom of the instability at the core of the global economic system."

He cited recent news, combining it with the spread of the European debt crisis and the weakness of global economic data, and connected isolated events with rigorous logic.

"Credit is the cornerstone of modern finance. When this cornerstone itself cracks, the 'anchor' on which the market prices its products will loosen."

"What's needed to fix it is a substantial improvement in fiscal discipline and economic growth, not a temporary painkiller like raising the debt ceiling."

His analysis progressed step by step, as calmly as an economist dissecting the world.

"Therefore, I believe!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"There is a high probability that major rating agencies will downgrade America's sovereign credit rating in the near future."

"This is not a prediction, but a deduction based on existing publicly available information and underlying logic."

"Tonight, the last trading day of the week, is the best time to release the news. In the following two days, major institutions will be able to better mobilize funds to place bets. This is their tacit understanding."

"Once this fig leaf is torn away, the market's decline will be unstoppable."

These words shocked Zhao Feng and the others who were simply following orders.

They originally thought Shen Mo relied on some kind of secret information channel, but they never expected that he relied on such a grand and clear analytical framework and was so confident in his analysis.

Amidst the initial skepticism, a sense of genuine awe and anticipation grew.

Time passed by, second by second.

As 3 a.m. approached, the only sounds in the conference room were the tapping of keyboards and the occasional sip of coffee.

Li Yitong sat quietly in the corner, seemingly calmly browsing the web, but her slightly curled fingers betrayed her inner turmoil.

She knew the outcome, but she still felt suffocated by the process.

suddenly!

Bloomberg's news terminal was the first to display a glaring red news alert!

For the first time in its history, S&P downgraded America's AAA sovereign credit rating from AAA to AA+, with a negative outlook.

"They're here!"

Someone let out a soft exclamation.

In an instant, the entire office was like a lake where pebbles had been thrown in!

Almost simultaneously, Dow Jones futures plummeted, and the numbers on the screen fluctuated wildly!

Immediately afterwards, panic spread like a plague to global markets.

Zhao Feng suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes fixed on the screen displaying the Hang Seng Index.

The already weak curve seemed to have lost all its support, transforming into a breathtaking waterfall that cascaded down!

The numbers were jumping around so fast it was dizzying, and the unrealized profits in the holding accounts were soaring at an almost insane speed!

"It really...it really happened..."

Analyst Chen Jun muttered to himself, his face filled with disbelief and shock. For the first time, he truly witnessed the terrifying power of strong market analysis capabilities.

Not only Chen Jun and Zhao Feng, but also Zhou Wanqing, Lin Wei, Wang Siyu and others who didn't know much about the financial market all turned their heads slowly to look at Shen Mo, who was still standing calmly in front of the whiteboard.

At that moment, the last trace of doubt in their eyes vanished completely, replaced by an almost fanatical belief and worship.

This isn't luck; it's incredible market foresight!

Zhao Feng recalled Shen Mo's unwavering resolve and his ruthless command to "short sell at high prices" even during a market rebound. What terrifying insight underpinned that!

Many people always say they think the market will go this way, but they don't actually have much faith in their own judgment.

This unwavering belief in and adherence to one's own analytical judgments is often a manifestation of true strength.

"President Shen..." Zhao Feng's voice trembled slightly, a mixture of excitement and awe.

"We...succeeded!"

The entire team's eyes were focused on Shen Mo, their gazes as if they were looking up at an insurmountable peak.

They were convinced that the man before them could truly lead them to unimaginable heights.

A sense of urgency arose in everyone's heart that "we must work harder to keep up with him".

Li Yitong leaned against her desk, quietly watching Shen Mo, who was surrounded by his team in the center.

His upright figure, amidst the fervent and excited atmosphere, resembled a steadfast solitary peak, seemingly unshakable by any external storms.

He did it! He really did it!

An indescribable warmth surged into her heart, dispelling the tension and fatigue of the past few days.

It was a sense of pride and honor, more intense and exhilarating than any personal success.

Although this was the second time she had witnessed his success, his flawless control still stirred her emotions, and she almost wanted to cheer for him.

However, at the height of her excitement, a chilling feeling crept into her heart without warning.

The fear of being condemned by thousands deep in my memory.

The "gifts" that used to pile up outside the door.

The internet was flooded with curses and insults.

……

It reappeared like a ghost.

"This time, the snowball of capital is rolling faster and bigger..."

"With such horrific methods of acquiring wealth, won't we really, really avoid repeating the same mistakes?"

"Will those all-consuming media storms return with even greater force?"

This lingering worry, like a fine yet resilient thread, coiled around her heart, casting a barely perceptible shadow over the depths of her bright eyes.

Just as her emotions were churning, as if by telepathy, Shen Mo turned around.

His gaze swept over the excited crowd and precisely caught her eyes.

He didn't respond to the team's cheers, but looked at her calmly.

He saw the genuine joy and pride in her eyes, and he also understood her worry.

Shen Mo didn't speak, but looked at her and nodded slightly, with an extremely slight yet unwavering expression.

Those calm and profound eyes possess a calming magic, silently conveying a message more powerful than any language.

"Don't be afraid."

I know what you're worried about.

Believe me, this time, everything is different.

Just a glance, a nod.

Li Yitong's tense nerves surprisingly relaxed.

She took a soft breath, met Shen Mo's gaze, and returned his gaze with a smiling nod.

Okay, I believe you.

She said it silently to herself.

Anyway, if the sky falls, I'll be there with you.