Capital Markets Bullish, Li Fei About to Take Off!

Falk took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions surging within him.

As an old fox who had spent half his life navigating the sports agency and business worlds, he had witnessed the commercial miracle Jordan and Nike had created. But he had never imagined that one day, he would personally forge a miracle capable of rivaling it—or even surpassing it in certain respects.

"We won, Li."

Falk walked over to Li Fei's side and gazed out at the nightscape, filled with emotion. "Not only did we give Nike a resounding slap in the face in terms of sales, but more importantly, we surpassed them in brand culture. Young people are starting to think wearing our shoes is cooler than wearing AJ. That's a signal of a new era!"

Li Fei turned around with a faint smile on his face, his calmness forming a stark contrast to Falk's excitement.

"This was all part of the plan, wasn't it, David?"

His voice was steady and powerful, as though the storm currently sweeping across the globe was nothing more than a single move he had placed on a chessboard.

Looking into Li Fei's deep eyes, Falk's excitement gradually settled, replaced by an even deeper reverence. This young man, only twenty-two years old, possessed foresight and composure utterly disproportionate to his age.

"Yes, part of your plan."

Falk nodded in admission. "But seeing it become reality with my own eyes is still... too shocking." He paused, then shifted gears, the gleam of a capital predator returning to his eyes. "Now, the success of Mamba I has paved the final stretch of road for us. Those hungry wolves on Wall Street must be drooling by now."

"How did they react?" Li Fei asked.

"I just got off the phone with a few