Returning to his senior year of high school, he went all in and made billions by buying at the botto

(Multiple female characters without being offensive, no excessive sentimentality, fast-paced, not frustrating, not intellectually degrading, extremely rapid development, aiming for a trillion-dollar start)

"Holy crap, my 300 million—"

At the summit of Kilimanjaro, at an altitude of 5895 meters, Chen Mo only had time to let out a scream before he plummeted into the abyss like a kite with a broken string.

The moment he felt weightlessness, what flashed through his mind wasn't a slideshow, but a long string of zeros that had just been transferred into his Swiss bank account.

As a fearsome speculative investor in the A-share market in 2035, Chen Mo's life over the past decade can be described as "inhuman".

In that hellish market that even a dog would shake its head in disbelief, he single-handedly turned his initial investment of 100,000 yuan into 300 million yuan through extreme self-discipline, ruthless loss-cutting, and an abnormally keen market sense.

After ten years of enduring hardship, I have finally achieved my goal.

He went to great lengths to legally transfer his funds overseas, bought a top-of-the-line down jacket, and prepared to start his extravagant retirement life of traveling the world on this African peak.

As a result, he slipped and stepped on dark ice while trying to avoid a groundhog that suddenly darted out.

Money in the bank, life in heaven.

Who the hell can I complain to?!

……

"Chen Mo? What are you daydreaming about! Hurry up and introduce yourself to everyone, morning reading is about to start!"

An impatient middle-aged male voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

There was no cold wind, no feeling of falling; instead, there was a strong smell of chalk dust and the noisy chirping of cicadas outside the window.

The focus gradually became clear.

He found himself standing on a slightly worn wooden lectern.

Below the stage were fifty or sixty pairs of eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

Everywhere you look, there are oversized blue and white school uniforms, mountains of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination, Three-Year Simulation" textbooks, and a line of large characters written in red chalk on the blackboard at the back of the classroom:

There are 282 days left until the 2015 National College Entrance Examination!

Chen Mo was stunned.

He looked down at himself.

A faded old T-shirt, pilling sweatpants, and a pair of cheap canvas shoes with the edges already coming unglued.

September 2014, the first day of the senior year of high school.

He was reborn.

He returned to the day when his parents used their connections to get him transferred from a rural middle school to the best high school in the county.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

On this day in his past life, as an extremely self-conscious transfer student from the countryside, he was so nervous facing the gazes of the city children below that he couldn't even stutter. In the end, amidst laughter, he blushed and fled to a corner in the last row.

That uproar shaped the tone of his entire high school years.

Inferiority complex, timidity, no such person found.

It wasn't until later, after struggling in society and being brutally beaten down by the stock market, that he was reborn.

"Chen Mo! Hurry up! The students below are waiting."

Class teacher Liu Jianguo frowned, his tone revealing his disdain for the transfer student who had been crammed in.

A few laughs rang out from the audience.

A boy sitting in the first row even whispered to his deskmate, "This guy is so unsophisticated..."

Chen Mo ignored the noise.

He took a deep breath, his eyes became incredibly clear, and he turned around calmly to pick out a piece of white chalk from the chalk box.

With a "snap," the front half broke off.

Then, he wrote his name on the blackboard in a flamboyant style.

Chen Mo.

His brushstrokes were vigorous and powerful, penetrating the paper, carrying an air of arrogance that contrasted sharply with his impoverished attire.

This beautiful running script immediately silenced the whispering classroom for half a second.

Chen Mo patted the chalk dust off his hands, turned around, and scanned the entire room.

His penetrating gaze caused several boys in the front row to instinctively avoid eye contact with him. Even the homeroom teacher, Liu Jianguo, was taken aback, feeling that the aura emanating from this country boy had instantly changed.

He then began, "My name is Chen Mo. I'm new here and don't have any particular hobbies. I don't smoke, and I don't fight..."

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then said, "My only hobby is making money."

"boom--"

The classroom was silent for a moment, then erupted into laughter and exclamations.

These days, high school students introduce themselves by saying they love basketball or reading. Who ever hears them talking about making money?

And in such a serious tone.

A girl sitting in the third row by the window, who was looking down at an English book, couldn't help but look up when she heard this.

The girl's skin was as white as snow, and her features were exquisite, but there was a hint of surprise in her clear, cool peach blossom eyes.

Su Qingyan.

She was the undisputed beauty of the county's No. 1 High School, someone Chen Mo wouldn't have dared to even glance at in his previous life.

Chen Mo's gaze lingered on Su Qingyan's pretty face for half a second before shifting away without any change in expression. He then picked up his worn-out canvas backpack.

"Teacher Liu, where should I sit?" He looked at his homeroom teacher, who was already somewhat dazed.

"Uh... the last row, the empty seat by the back door." Liu Jianguo pointed subconsciously.

Chen Mo nodded, slung his backpack over one shoulder, and strode towards his corner seat under the varied gazes of his classmates.

After sitting down, Chen Mo ignored the stares of his classmates and instead gazed at the clear autumn sky outside the window.

2014 October.

His heart began to pound violently at an unprecedented speed.

As a veteran investor who has experienced all the bull and bear cycles of the A-share market over the next few decades, he knows all too well what this point in time means!

There are less than three months left to warm up before the unprecedented leveraged bull market of 2015.

The era of frenzied speculation where you could double your money by buying stocks with your eyes closed was beckoning him.

The three hundred million that I earned at the age of forty in my previous life?

A cold smile crept across Chen Mo's lips.

In this lifetime, in this age where gold is everywhere, three hundred million isn't even enough to give him as pocket money!

However, before he could celebrate, he had to face a very real and fatal problem.

He touched his empty pockets, which contained only two crumpled ten-yuan bills.

That was his food money for a week.

I don't have any initial capital.

I need to quickly come up with a way to make my first pot of gold in this godforsaken county.