Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

It's mid-July now.

New York, Wall Street.

The Dow Jones Industrial Average fell more than 400 points over three consecutive days.

The dense green numbers on the screen plummeted down like a waterfall, unstoppable.

In the CNBC studio, the host's expression changed from high spirits three months ago to a furrowed brow.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is another unsettling day."

"Two Bear Stearns hedge funds related to subprime loans are nearing liquidation."

"Investor redemption requests are pouring in like crazy."

"However, please remain calm; this is just a temporary market correction..."

The scene shifts to the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange.

The traders who used to be so well-dressed and composed were now all pale-faced, staring at the constantly changing numbers on the screen, with beads of sweat on their foreheads.

........

In a high-end bar in Manhattan.

Two middle-aged men in bespoke suits sat at the bar, their whiskeys barely touched.

"Have you heard? New Century Finance is completely finished."

"That's nothing. A friend of mine at Bear Stearns told me that the default rate on the underlying assets of their CDOs has already soared to 20%."

"Twenty percent? That's not..."

"Yes. The AAA rating given by the rating agency back then was complete nonsense."

The man who was speaking took a big gulp of whiskey, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"I sold all my Lehman Brothers stock last week."

"Are you crazy? Lehman Brothers is a century-old company."

"A century-old company? Do you know how many subprime derivatives they have tied up? Those things are practically worthless now."

The other man's face turned deathly pale.

He put down his cup, took out his phone, and dialed his agent's number with trembling fingers.

"Clear out all of it for me immediately.

Similar conversations are playing out in every corner of Wall Street.

Panic spreads faster than a plague.

The analysts who used to confidently declare on television that "housing prices will always rise" are now becoming increasingly silent.

A few bolder individuals came out and declared that the market was "about to bottom out and rebound."

As soon as he finished speaking, the market crashed by another three percent.

The speed at which they slapped themselves in the face was faster than turning the pages of a book.

……

the same day.

Inside an unassuming office building on Wall Street.

The atmosphere in the trading room was completely different.

The dozen or so monitors were filled with densely packed data and trend charts.

But the traders sitting in front of the screen had barely suppressed excitement on their faces.

The blond trader who had previously questioned the strategy was now resting his hands on the table, staring intently at the numbers in front of him.

"Holy shit."

He turned his head and looked at Luo Xiang standing behind him.

"Boss, the price of CDS... has gone up again."

Luo Xiang pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, walked over to him, and leaned down to glance at the screen.

Looking at the position details, the paper profits of those put options that were ridiculed by the market are rising at a visible rate.

From a loss of 15%.

To reach break-even.

Then, the profit margin increased to forty percent.

Now, profits have exceeded 120%.

And it's still rising.

Luo Xiang nodded, walked to the side, and dialed Yu Le's number.

"Boss."

"The American market is starting to collapse."

"Credit default swap prices are soaring after news broke of the liquidation of two Bear Stearns funds."

"Our holdings have doubled."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Yu Le's voice came through.

"Keep a close eye on Lehman Brothers."

Do not close the position.

Luo Xiang responded immediately.

"clear."

……

Los Angeles.

Burbank Studios.

Studio 3 of the Inception film crew.

Today is Liu Qianqian's last scene in this movie.

In the third layer of the dream, a surprise attack on the snow fortress.

Adeline must guide Cobb to uncover the secrets deep within his subconscious before the dream collapses.

Nolan built an entire snow mountain made of foam and plaster.

With the help of a high-powered snowmaking machine, the entire studio was covered with a thick layer of artificial snow.

The temperature inside the photography studio dropped to an extremely low level.

Liu Qianqian was wearing a heavy gray winter coat, a scarf around her neck, and clutching a prop pistol tightly in her hand.

Her breath turned into white mist in the cold air.

Nolan's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Attention all departments! Dream Builder Adeline's last shot!"

"Crystal, Leo, are you ready?"

Liu Qianqian took a deep breath.

He nodded.

The clapperboard fell.

"Action!"

The demolition team detonated the explosives pre-planted inside the snow fortress.

Gravel and snow flew everywhere.

Liu Qianqian lowered her head and crossed the collapsed corridor at an extremely fast speed.

She grabbed Cobb by the collar as he fell beside her and dragged him behind cover.

"We have to go down one more floor!"

Adeline stared into Cobb's eyes, her tone urgent and firm.

"Your secret lies in the deepest recesses of your dream world! You must confront it!"

Cobb's face was etched with struggle and pain.

"You have no idea what awaits me there."

Adoni loosened his collar and took a step back.

Her eyes changed from anxious to determined.

"I know."

"Your wife's projection is there."

"But you can't live in a dream forever!"

Leonardo DiCaprio's eyes were slightly red.

Nolan stared at the monitor, holding his breath.

"Card!"

He remained silent for three seconds.

Then they started clapping.

Applause quickly spread throughout the entire studio.

Photographer, lighting technician, special effects team, props team.

Everyone was applauding.

Nolan walked up to Liu Qianqian.

This director, known for his demanding standards, reached out to one of the actors.

"Crystal, congratulations on wrapping up filming!"

"This is one of the most outstanding young actors I have ever worked with in my directing career."

You should be proud of yourself.

Liu Qianqian grasped his hand, a bright smile curving her lips.

"Thank you, director."

"I have learned so much from you."

Leonardo DiCaprio also came over and gave her a standard Hollywood hug.

"Welcome to Hollywood, Crystal. Congratulations on wrapping up filming."

His hug was short.

After a polite touch, he decisively let go, took two steps back, and maintained an extremely gentlemanly social distance.

Then his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Yu Le, who was not far away.

Seeing that Yu Le was not acting strangely, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Qianqian thanked everyone and searched through the crowd, quickly finding Yu Le.

Ignoring all the cameras and congratulations around her, she lifted her skirt and, like a happy butterfly, ran and jumped into Yu Le's arms.

"I'm done acting!" Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness and boastfulness.

Yu Le smiled and caught her, then took the thick coat from his assistant and wrapped her up tightly.

"Let's go home!"