Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The final profit data pops up and is updated in real time on the large screen.

Shen Yi's account profit settled at 128 billion, while Chen Mo's account suddenly displayed a series of shocking figures!

$960 million!

The entire trading room fell into a deathly silence.

No one spoke, no one breathed, the keyboard was completely silent, and even the hum of the air conditioner seemed to have vanished into thin air.

More than a hundred employees were frozen in place, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the entire system.

Chen Mo leaned back lazily in his chair, turning his head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

At four in the morning in Beijing, the night was deep, and only seven lights were lit on the office building across the street.

He stared at it quietly for two seconds, then picked up the teacup beside him.

The tea had long since cooled, and the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup were heavy and motionless, just like the trading room at that moment.

Zhou Zitao stared intently at the screen, stunned for several seconds.

He raised his hand to take off his glasses, slowly took out a lens cloth, and bent down to wipe the lenses.

The movements were ridiculously slow, and every finger was trembling slightly.

Han Zi'ang was shocked.

He knows Zhou Zitao too well.

He would wipe his glasses when he was nervous, or when he was shocked, but only a shock that completely overturned his understanding would make him wipe them so slowly and with such trembling.

Zhou Zitao put on his glasses, his voice trembling uncontrollably, breaking the silence.

"960 billion US dollars."

"Converted to the current exchange rate, that's over 6500 billion RMB!"

"The richest person in China has a publicly disclosed net worth of over 5500 billion yuan!"

Shen Yi said excitedly to Chen Mo.

"Brother Mo, you have 100 billion RMB more than him, and it's all in cash!"

Zhou Zitao pushed up his glasses and changed the subject.

"That's not the point at all."

Zhou Zitao turned his head and looked at Zhao Ming, the chief person in charge of operations, who was standing in front of the stage.

Zhao Ming has been in the industry for fifteen years, handling hundreds of billions of yuan in funds. He has witnessed stock market crashes and market circuit breakers. Having spent half his life in the financial world, he is used to all kinds of ups and downs.

But at this moment, he was gripping the table tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the effort, his eyes fixed on the large screen, and his breathing heavy.

"Zhao Ming, you speak."

Zhou Zitao spoke.

Zhao Ming remained silent for a long time, his gaze still fixed on the complete trading curve.

It took him a full three seconds to slowly straighten up, his throat dry and hoarse.

"Tonight's surge is simply a miracle!"

"Every entry point is before the market turns. Every exit point is after the trend ends."

"A second earlier, profits shrink. A second later, you're trapped."

"The entire process was completed flawlessly, with zero mistakes, zero missed opportunities, and zero losses."

Fifteen years of trading experience, all my knowledge, all my experience, all my common sense about the industry, were completely crushed at this moment.

Zhao Ming looked up and stared intently at Chen Mo, who was sitting motionless. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with disbelief.

"Mr. Chen, I've been a trader for fifteen years."

"I've seen people make money with insider information, I've seen people arbitrage using quantitative models, and I've seen people win by gambling on market conditions."

"But I've never seen this kind of operation before."

"How did you manage to do that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes in the room of over a hundred people turned to Chen Mo.

The room was filled with awe, doubt, and utter shock.

Chen Mo simply looked down at the tea leaves settling at the bottom of the cup, his expression calm and undisturbed.

The attention and questions from the public, the incredible achievements that overturned the entire financial industry—none of it affected him in the slightest.

He realized that making more money now was meaningless to him.

I used to worry about not having enough money, now I have too much money and don't know what to do with it.

He gently put down his teacup and uttered a light, airy remark.

That's all for today.

There was no answer to Zhou Ming's question.

The ultimate techniques that ordinary people spend their entire lives studying are, to him, merely the level of proficiency and mastery of the system.

He can't exactly tell others that he has a cheat code.

Shen Yi was the first to come to his senses, took two steps forward, and clapped his hands forcefully.

A crisp round of applause broke the deathly silence, ringing out loudly in the empty trading room.

"Everyone! Your contributions to today's battle are indispensable!"

Shen Yi glanced at Han Ziang and Zhou Zitao, and the two nodded.

"I, General Manager Han, and General Manager Zhou have jointly decided that all employees present will receive bonuses! Director Zhou will receive 1 million! Each trader will receive 500,000! Each support staff member will receive 200,000!"

Cheers erupted in the hall, reaching all the way to the roof.

Chen Mo remained seated and gently raised his hand.

Just this one simple action.

The previously boisterous venue fell silent instantly.

Everyone held their breath and watched him silently.

Chen Mo spoke casually, his tone flat and emotionless.

"Since the three of them have received theirs, I'll also give everyone a little something as a token of my appreciation for tonight's hard work."

"One million dollars for everyone present."

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

For a full three seconds, the entire arena froze completely, utterly silent.

Zhang Yi, a young trader who had been with the company for two years and was working at the third row by the window, was completely stunned.

He commutes two hours every day from Yanjiao, taking the subway, working overtime, and delivering food after work.

My girlfriend broke up with me last month, and the reason was straightforward.

No money, can't afford a bride price, no house, no future.

One million US dollars, which is equivalent to nearly seven million RMB.

All the pressure that had been suffocating him—the house, the dowry—was wiped away in an instant.

You can easily buy a house in the Fifth Ring Road with cash.

He stared blankly at the screen, unable to utter a sound, and finally buried his head in his hands on the table, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Zhao Feng, a 37-year-old veteran trader, stood silently watching the numbers, checking them over and over again.

His child's schooling, the down payment for a school district house, and a shortfall of over two million yuan weighed on him for five whole years.

At that moment, all the gaps, all the pressure, and all the anxieties of middle age were instantly filled in.

He took off his glasses, and hot tears slid down his cheeks without wiping them away, letting them fall onto his clothes.

next second.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Someone suddenly sprang up from their seat, their knee slamming hard against the corner of the table, the pain excruciating, yet they still grinned wildly.

Someone roared like a madman.

"I'm rich! I'm rich! A million dollars!"

"Mr. Chen is awesome!"

Some people grabbed their suits and threw them violently at the ceiling, while others hugged each other, jumping and shouting, releasing pent-up pressure and ecstasy.

Someone stepped onto a chair and bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle in Chen Mo's direction. The moment they bent over, hot tears fell directly onto the floor.

More than a hundred people were there; some were crying, some were laughing, and some were both crying and shouting. The entire trading room was in an uproar.

Zhao Ming, however, remained standing in the same spot, neither roaring nor celebrating.

This top-tier trader, with fifteen years of experience and a keen eye for the ups and downs of the industry, bowed deeply once again as he looked at Chen Mo, who remained calm and composed in his seat.

Even as he bent over, his hands were still trembling uncontrollably.

This is the most thorough and sincere surrender to top-level strength.

Amidst the bustling and noisy crowd, Chen Mo remained seated and unmoved.

He picked up the now-cold tea again, took a small sip, and turned to look out the window.

Two of the seven lights that were just on have gone out, leaving only five standing alone in the darkness of the early morning.

Shen Yi strode forward, his face beaming.

"Brother Mo, we have to celebrate tonight! The entire top-tier club in Beijing is booked; we're drinking until we drop!"

Han Zi'ang followed closely behind, his interest piqued.

"That's right, Mo! Everyone has to go all out tonight!"

Chen Mo gently placed the teacup on the table, took out his phone and glanced at it; it was 4:30 a.m.

A message from Ye Yunshu popped up on the phone screen:

[Mr. Chen, all the medicinal herbs you requested have been prepared. We have also selected three courtyard houses; details have been sent to you, and we await your decision.]

He put his phone away, got up, and walked towards the door.

"Staying up late is bad for your health, I need to go back and catch up on my sleep, you guys have fun."

Wang Yuxuan and Lin Jing, who were in the rest area, immediately got up and quietly followed.

Shen Yi and the others were stunned for a few seconds before they came to their senses.

"Okay, Brother Mo. The hotel has been arranged. I'll send a car to take you back to rest right away."