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Chapter 81

That single word landed like a depth charge tossed into an otherwise placid lake.The meeting room instantly filled with the sound of sharp intakes of breath."Wait… are you saying we're really going to short B-shares?"Right now, the bullish frenzy had a clear foundation: regulatory guidance and heavy-handed government intervention.The result was a nationwide stock-buying craze.From retirees to salarymen, almost everyone was itching to plunge into the market, their eyes bloodshot with feverish greed. The entire society reeked of irrational exuberance.To reinforce that mood, the national fund had stepped in, forcibly propping up share prices of several enterprises—handing retail investors a dose of reassurance, crafting the illusion that "the government itself is backing the market."And that made Elon's stance sound unthinkable."Mr. Shaw, honestly, even if we force ourselves to look for bad news, there's no clear trigger for a crash right now!""Exactly!" Lancer Potter, a

Chapter 82

Beside Zane, Lancer—the bespectacled, mild-mannered trader—nodded furiously."Exactly… It's absurd! I'd wager that at this very moment, across the entire country, you wouldn't find a single private fund manager bold enough to publicly predict a market crash. Not one!"Just then, a sharp yet protective voice cut in, laced with open disapproval."Zane! Lancer! Are you criticizing the manager behind his back?"It was Charlotte.She had already cast herself in the role of Elon's loyal defender. Now, her brows arched sharply, her eyes blazing with indignation."Hey now, Charlotte, don't get worked up." Caught off guard by her fiery stance, Zane faltered, quickly raising his hands in defense."We're not badmouthing him. We're just… discussing rationally, right? Let's be honest with ourselves. Don't you find the manager's decision strange too?"Strange? It was more than strange.Looking at the market winds and what every other trading desk was doing… Everyone—and that meant everyone—w

Chapter 83

Their performance was assessed month by month.Every thirty days, profits and losses were tallied, directly determining whether they'd be dining like kings or scraping by on scraps—whether they could even keep their seats.And now, they were supposed to bet everything on a market crash that might not happen until God knew when? And worse, bet against the overwhelming tide of market optimism?It was a sick joke. A gamble not just with money, but with their careers and livelihoods.What if this bull market held strong for another year or two before finally collapsing? By then, they'd have been battered to death by the market for shorting against the trend, their portfolios stripped bare long before vindication arrived.And even if they were right in the end, even if the market did crash, they'd already have been fired and forced to watch others storm in to scoop up the bloody, dirt-cheap chips while they couldn't even lick the broth from the bowl.It was one of the cruelest fates i

Chapter 84

Just after crushing out his second cigarette, still dazed, Zane returned to his desk.Lancer strode over, clutching a document. His face carried a conflicted look that seemed to say: I don't know if this crap is reliable, but if the manager wants it, what the hell can I do?"Zane," Lancer said, handing it over, "Research has finished compiling the detailed analysis Mr. Shaw asked for.""Oh? That fast?" Zane raised his brows, reaching for the file."Mhm. Heard the manager personally called to rush them. Research wouldn't dare drag their feet," Lancer muttered.Zane began flipping through the report, half expecting to see which idiot analyst had the gall to draft such a reckless, bearish outlook. Whoever it was, they must have been full to the brim with boredom—or suicidal nerve—to write a "short the market" script at this point.But when his eyes settled on the contents. His stomach sank like a stone. 'What the hell is this? This isn't a comprehensive, in-depth report. It's barely

Chapter 85

"We may be a team, with a shared strategy," Elon began, his voice calm, steady. "But in the end, each trader is responsible for his own results. The company evaluates performance individually, not collectively. Am I right?"Then, without pause, his tone took on a new edge, "So, if you are absolutely certain that your judgment is correct, then you're free to act on it. I respect your professional assessment, as well as your personal choice."On the surface, his words radiated fairness, democracy, and even consideration for his subordinates.But Zane had been in the workplace too long to be fooled. He could hear the unspoken message as clearly as if it had been shouted in his ear:I am the one in charge here. If you don't trust me, if you think I'm giving reckless orders and want to break away, go ahead. But when I come down on you, you won't survive it.Elon picked up the marked-up file and handed it back."Take this to the team. They can follow the positions I've highlighted. But

Chapter 86

From the board of directors down to every department, not a single voice rose to question Elon's promotion—not one objection.And what did that mean? It meant Elon's backing was so formidable that he could ignore the rules outright. It meant he had the power to do as he pleased. Crossing him was no different from crossing the chairman of the company himself."Damn it!" Zane ground his teeth, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes giving way to reckless resolve. His gaze sharpened. "Fine. I'll gamble!"'The manager already said it himself, didn't he? If things go wrong, he takes the fall. He'll take responsibility.'That casual remark had radiated a confidence so blindingly obvious it might as well have been written across the sky: I've got someone covering me. Someone powerful. Someone untouchable.Even if he lost the team's entire capital, he could afford it. The team would not collapse. His managerial seat would remain unshaken. And for those beneath him, he'd made it clear th

Chapter 87

The aroma of hot coffee drifted through the air, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible bitterness.Ah…Marcus, a manager at Risk Management, leaned back in his chair and released a long, drawn-out breath, savoring a rare moment of stolen leisure.The trading floor outside still buzzed with noise, but inside Risk Management, an uncanny calm had settled.Just days ago, it had been a very different scene—his department had run like a machine wound to its tightest spring, every nerve stretched taut, every second a battle. The market had thrashed like a beast in seizure.And when traders, eyes bloodshot, lost their heads and lunged into reckless gambles that breached risk limits, Marcus and his team had to strike like sentinels on constant watch—banning trades, issuing warnings, round-the-clock surveillance.Every moment had been a tightrope walk.But today, none of that was necessary.Almost every trader in the company had thrown themselves into the raging inferno of the stock mar

Chapter 88

But when Marcus saw the trading data his subordinate pulled up—those glaring flow charts and position lists on the screen—he almost couldn't believe his eyes."What… what the hell?!"The words tore out of him in a low, hoarse growl, his pupils contracting sharply as he locked onto the display.Rows of blinding red loss figures stabbed at his eyes like needles, each one making his eyelid twitch uncontrollably.Desk Seven.The very team led by Elon.Every single move they had made was in outright defiance of the market's current frenzy—a complete, one-hundred-and-eighty-degree reversal of mainstream trends.They were going against the tide. Utterly, recklessly against the tide!"He just got promoted to manager, and he's already pulling something this outrageous?"Marcus's thoughts churned, doubt and alarm crashing together."Don't tell me… he's losing his mind again?! Shorting index futures… large-scale short-selling of equities… and he even…" Marcus's voice trembled with disbe

Chapter 89

Or perhaps—and this seemed far more likely—this was nothing more than a one-man show, a delusional performance fueled by his own inflated confidence. It could be a fatal misjudgment that could drag the entire team, along with their enormous pool of capital, straight into the abyss."Mr. Croft… what should we do now?"The urgent voice of his subordinate yanked Marcus back from the spiral of his thoughts. It was laced with panic and unease."Should we… should we invoke our authority right now, cancel all their orders, and forcefully shut down their trades?"Within the company, the Risk Management Department wielded far more power than outsiders could ever imagine. Their decisions could even override certain department heads.If they deemed a trade to carry uncontrollable risk, it didn't matter how high the opposing party's position was. Once Risk Management intervened, the order would not go through.And yet… that rule blurred—sometimes even dissolved completely—when it came to cer

Chapter 90

The office was steeped in a strange, almost stagnant silence.Even Elon, who had only just taken his seat as manager of Desk Seven, found it oddly novel.Leaning back in his chair, he let his eyes drift over the open workspace, his thoughts calm but contemplative. 'So quiet… this is the first time I've ever heard it so quiet.'In his memory, the trading floor always transformed into a battlefield the instant the opening bell rang. It was a place choked with smoke and noise, charged with frenzy and tension.He could still recall, with startling clarity, the days when he had been nothing more than a green rookie, scurrying about like a frantic worker bee in that chaos. He'd ferried towering stacks of documents, scalding cups of coffee, and quick snacks to those bloodshot, half-mad veterans who lived and breathed the market.Those days remained vivid in his mind—brutal, exhausting, but invaluable. They had taught him lessons no textbook ever could.But now…The trading department l

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