When the morning light in Lujiazui penetrated the 68 layers of tempered glass, Lin Shen was calibrating his biological clock with his fourth cup of black coffee.
The youngest M&A director of Star Capital, he is good at using the DCF model to dissect the heart of a company, but he cannot calculate the emotional net present value before his mother's chemotherapy bills.
Jiang Zhan parachuted into Shanghai with the smoke of Wall Street and a customized suit wrapped in dangerous dopamine.
When he extinguished the overtime night light on Lin Shen's keyboard for the eighth time, everyone saw that the nature of this office war had already deteriorated——
Those pens that were deliberately dropped on the conference table, the red dot of the laser pointer that scratched the Adam's apple, the noise-canceling headphones shared at three in the morning,
On the gray carpet twelve steps from the morning meeting room to the tea room, financial derivatives more complex than subprime debt fermented.
"Your heartbeat is racing too fast." Jiang Zhan pressed his fingers on the second button of his shirt,
Behind the scenes is the falling Dow Jones Index. "This value is enough for me to short your rational model."
Lin Shen clasped the Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet on the opponent's wrist with his backhand.
I can smell the same kind of blood in the blue light of the Bloomberg terminal:
"Jiang Zhan, you don't dare let me see the encrypted folder on your computer."
Concept: When two souls alienated by capital begin to use K-line charts to measure ambiguity,
Those precisely calculated heartbeat slopes and emotional beta coefficients,
Finally, inside the glass curtain wall filled with morning mist,
Crush all the lies of risk hedging.