Chapter 258: Prophet

As far as I know, just now you reinvested the huge profit you gained this time back into the market. Are you still optimistic about the future of Meiliguo's stock market, or are you doing charity?

Kristin finally got to the point, and Chen Mo's answer will be the core and key of this interview.

I am certainly optimistic about the future of the stock market.

Yesterday's stock crash was not the end of the world, merely a correction of an overheated market. The fundamentals of Meiliguo's economy—corporate innovation, consumer vitality, technological revolution—are not only intact, but are standing at the starting point of explosive growth.

When a company's intrinsic value remains unharmed while its stock price is halved by systemic panic, this is not a disaster—it's an opportunity.

So, what I have always done is investment, not charity.

By this point in the interview, Chen Mo has already said everything he needed to say.

To fill the TV program's runtime, Kristin asked Chen Mo a few more questions about investing.

Chen Mo answered them all calmly.

Throughout the process, Chen Mo not only sidestepped several of Kristin's leading traps, but also maintained confidence and wisdom the whole time.

Unbeknownst to her, Kristin's gaze toward Chen Mo shifted from a scrutinizing look tinged with contempt to one of respect, with a hint of admiration.

As the interview was about to end, Kristin asked the final question.

Do you have any words for the ordinary investors who suffered heavy losses in the crash?

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, 'The market rewards patience and insight, not fear and blind following; don't let daily gains and losses cloud your eyes.'

True wealth is not taken from others' pockets, but by dancing with the times, finding companies that can make the world better, and growing together with them.

After saying that, Chen Mo secretly nodded; those words were absolutely pretentious.

After the interview ended, everyone in the office was packing up the equipment.

Kristin walked up to Chen Mo, extended her right hand again, and said, 'Mr. Chen, you are the most confident and intelligent investor I have ever met.'

Chen Mo smiled, shook her hand like a gentleman, and said, 'You are also the most beautiful female host I have ever seen.'

What Chen Mo said was spot on.

This was his first time seeing a live female host, so of course she was the most beautiful.

After Kristin and the others left, Chen Mo opened his right hand, revealing a small slip of paper she had slipped into his hand during their handshake.

On the slip was a string of numbers—a phone number.

Chen Mo glanced at it casually, then tore it up and threw it into the trash.

When Chen Mo returned to the trading room, the Dow Jones Index was still slowly rising.

Seeing Chen Mo return, Pete immediately came over to ask: 'Boss, IBM's stock price has risen; should we act on our out-of-the-money put options?'

Chen Mo gave a faint smile: 'No need, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Everyone can knock off work today.'

Although IBM's stock price kept rising, Chen Mo stood to gain less.

But before things are settled, who can say for sure what the outcome will be?

In the interview just now, Chen Mo explained to Kristin three reasons he believed caused the stock crash.

Two of them were macroeconomic factors.

But the last one, the computerized trading system, is something IBM invented!

Because of them, they caused such a huge stock crash—how could their stock price not be affected!

The cause of the earlier stock crash had never been disclosed; their stock fell merely because they were part of the overall market decline.

But now that Chen Mo has spoken it out, it will surely cause a stir among investors tonight.

Tomorrow, IBM's stock price will certainly continue to fall.

Back at the hotel, they first celebrated properly, after all they had made a lot of money.

Afterward, they all waited in front of the TV for Chen Mo to appear on screen.

At six in the evening, Chen Mo's figure appeared in the evening newspaper and on television.

Especially, Kristin also gave a commentary on Chen Mo: 'Today I met a paradox: he profits from disaster yet believes in the future more than anyone; some call him a "financial vulture," yet he sows seeds in the ruins.'

Wall Street has two kinds of prophets: one predicts disaster, the other predicts revival. Chen Mo seems to be a rare person who can do both.

Upon seeing those words, Chen Mo felt like he was about to float away. This pretentious act is truly spot‑on!

'Jimi, buy a few extra copies of the newspapers and magazines that have my interviews over the past few days, then bring them back to Gangdao in a few days and distribute them to the big bosses and veterans in the Triad Society so they can broaden their horizons!'

'Sure!' Jimi replied with a smile and a nod.

After everyone dispersed, each returned to their own room.

Over the next two hours, Chen Mo exerted all his effort.

Gang Sheng and Qiu Di only thought Chen Mo was excited because he had made a lot of money today, appeared on TV and in the papers, so they cooperated fully.

Only after both were exhausted did Chen Mo begin to get dressed under their puzzled gazes.

'Well, I just remembered I have something to take care of—I'll go out and make a phone call.'

'You guys go to sleep first; you don't need to wait for me.'

Gang Sheng and Qiu Di rolled their eyes at Chen Mo and didn't press further.

If you want to sneak out to eat, just say so—what excuse are you making, who are you fooling!

Where can't you make a phone call? Can't you do it in the living room? Do you still need to get dressed?

But they were long used to Chen Mo's flirtatious nature; otherwise they wouldn't have so many sisters.

Chen Mo left the room, took out his phone, and dialed the number written on the slip he had noted that afternoon.

A few minutes later, Chen Mo went to the hotel front desk and opened another room.

Half an hour later, the new room echoed with the uninterrupted sound of 'oh... yeah...'

Chen Mo only returned to his room, leaning on his waist, in the early hours of the morning.

That foreign mare is truly fierce—taming her takes tremendous effort!

But after conquering her, the sense of achievement is off the charts!

Anyway, this counts as bringing glory to the country!

It was just after six in the morning; Chen Mo had slept less than three hours when Gang Sheng and Qiu Di shook him awake.

"Hurry up and take a shower, the smell on you is too strong!"

"Uh... hehe..."

Chen Mo didn't say a word, grinning sheepishly as he went into the bathroom.

Last night I was a bit tired and forgot to destroy the evidence.

At nine-thirty, Chen Mo and the others arrived at Merrill Lynch again.

On the way to the trading room, they ran into Dan nie er.

Dan nie er looked at Chen Mo, his expression complex.

He never expected Chen Mo to dig a pit for IBM in yesterday's interview.

He said that if he had known it would turn out this way, he would never have agreed to Chen Mo's request yesterday.

"Mr. Chen, you're really too sly. You've already made so much money—why do you have to do this?"

Chen Mo naturally understood what Dan nie er meant, and he smiled, saying: "Dan nie er, for an investor, maximizing profits is quite normal."

Moreover, everything I said is factual—investors have the right to know the truth.