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

Monday morning, at the No. 1 Middle School in the county town.

The morning sun shone through the thin mist onto the school gate, marking the peak time for students to return to school.

"Buzz—"

With a soft hum of a motor, a black electric car came to a steady stop on the parking line outside the school gate.

Chen Mo took a long stride and brought the car to a stop.

Today he was wearing the black jacket he had just bought over the weekend, with a clean white T-shirt underneath and dark jeans on the bottom.

The wisps of hair on her forehead fluttered slightly in the wind, and her already angular face, enhanced by her composed demeanor, exuded an extremely captivating charm.

He carried his newly bought schoolbag over one shoulder, put one hand in his pocket, and walked into the school gate at a leisurely pace.

Along the way, the once noisy corridor inevitably fell into a brief silence.

Many girls passing by couldn't help but turn around frequently, covering their mouths and whispering. Even a few girls who were usually arrogant lingered on Chen Mo for a few more seconds.

"This...this is Chen Mo, the transfer student from the countryside in our class?"

"Holy crap, did he get plastic surgery over the weekend? That outfit doesn't look cheap!"

When Chen Mo stepped through the back door of the senior class, the boys who had been loudly boasting immediately fell silent.

Wang Hao, sitting in the front row, was like a mouse seeing a cat, quickly burying his head in his books and not daring to even breathe.

Class monitor Lin Yu looked at Chen Mo's high-quality new outfit and was so jealous that he almost ground his teeth to powder. But when he thought of the dozen or so big men at the school gate, he could only swallow his sarcastic words.

Chen Mo ignored the stares and walked straight to the third row by the window.

"morning."

He pulled out a chair and greeted his deskmate, Su Qingyan, in a calm voice.

Su Qingyan was reciting English words when she heard the sound and subconsciously looked up.

In that single second of eye contact, she was suddenly stunned.

The boy before me had shed his cheap, faded old clothes, as if he had been cleansed and was now shining brightly.

In particular, the faint scent of soap on him, mixed with a clean masculine aroma, wafted straight into her nostrils on the early autumn breeze.

Su Qingyan's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

"morning……"

She lowered her eyes slightly, trying to hide her panic, and forced herself to refocus on her textbook, but she couldn't piece together the English words in her mind.

Just then, a small commotion suddenly came from the front door of the classroom.

"Brother Chen Mo!"

A clear and sweet girl's voice rang out at the classroom door.

The whole class turned around and saw a pair of extremely beautiful, almost identical twin sisters standing at the door.

Both women were wearing the two new early autumn dresses they had bought over the weekend, one white and one pink, standing tall and graceful, instantly becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Unlike Chen Mo, the twins' maternal grandfather was the owner of a chemical company in the county town. He valued education highly and arranged for a driver to take them to school in the county town every day from junior high school onwards. However, because he was dissatisfied with their father, he never really took care of their family.

"Aren't those the Chu twins from the science experimental class in the second year of high school? Who are they looking for?"

"Didn't you hear him call Chen Mo 'Brother'?! Holy crap, who's this transfer student? How does he even know those amazing twins from the experimental class?!"

"I heard that these twins are also from the countryside, maybe they met in the same village."

Hearing the sound, Chen Mo put down his schoolbag and went outside.

"Brother Chen Mo, this is your breakfast!"

Chu Yiran handed over a thermos bag with a grin. It was full of food. "My sister got up at 5:30 this morning to cook congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and there are also freshly steamed meat buns. Eat them while they're hot!"

Chu Yinuo, standing beside her, blushed slightly, gently tugged at her sister's sleeve, and said softly to Chen Mo, "You...you have a heavy workload in your senior year of high school, you need to pay more attention to nutrition."

"Thank you for your hard work." Chen Mo took the insulated bag, his eyes gentle, and very naturally reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Chu Yinuo's ear. "Go back to your morning study session."

Chu Yinuo blushed at the intimate gesture, murmured "Mmm," and pulled her sister downstairs like two startled deer.

Chen Mo carried the heavy insulated bag back to his seat.

When he opened the bag, a rich aroma of porridge and meat buns instantly filled the air.

Su Qingyan, who had been pretending to read a book, now had slightly white fingers holding the pen.

She wasn't a gossipy girl, but she couldn't help but catch a clear glimpse of what happened at the doorway out of the corner of her eye.

As a girl herself, she knew all too well the way the twins looked at Chen Mo—the unreserved dependence and girlish sentiment in their eyes.

What bothered her even more was the stark contrast between Chen Mo's natural doting on them and his cold indifference towards her over the past few days.

Su Qingyan pursed her rosy lips, and a strange emotion suddenly welled up in her heart.

It felt like the displeasure of having one's territory invaded, and also like a sense of defeat never experienced before.

For the first time, she set aside her reserve and asked casually, "Your...sister?"

Chen Mo was biting into a juicy meat bun when he heard this. He turned his head to look at her and said, "Childhood sweetheart, from next door."

The phrase "childhood sweethearts" felt like a tiny needle, gently pricking Su Qingyan's heart.

She turned her head away and stopped talking.

……

Time quickly came to 9:15 a.m.

After the morning reading session ended, Chen Mo wiped his mouth and took out his brand-new cell phone from his bag.

A 5.5-inch screen was a luxury that felt like a game-changer in a high school classroom in 2014.

Su Qingyan, who was standing next to her, caught a glimpse of the phone out of the corner of her eye, and the doubt in her eyes deepened.

How did a transfer student from a rural town, who was bullied, get so much money?

But Chen Mo completely ignored his classmate's probing questions; his entire attention was focused on the trading software on the screen.

At 9:25, the opening auction ended.

After five consecutive days of limit-up gains, Fushun Special Steel opened 7% higher today, with market sentiment remaining extremely bullish and countless retail investors lining up to rush in and buy.

But in Chen Mo's eyes, which had seen through ten years of bull and bear markets, this 7% opening was clearly a trick by major speculative funds to lure in more buyers and sell off their holdings by taking advantage of the last bit of frenzy!

"The feast is over."

Chen Mo's eyes were cold, and without any hesitation, his fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

At 9:30, the market officially opened.

"Clear all stock, sell at market price!"

Chen Mo's massive two million chips were ruthlessly dumped onto the buy orders before any of the major funds could react!

The massive selling pressure instantly halted the upward momentum of Fushun Special Steel's opening, and the intraday chart, like a kite with a broken string, began to turn downwards.

Just five minutes after Chen Mo finished clearing his position, the major funds also began to flee frantically, and the stock price was directly smashed from +7% to -3%. Countless retail investors who rushed in at the opening were instantly left hanging on the top of the mountain, with cries of despair everywhere.

Meanwhile, the numbers in Chen Mo's leveraged trading account had undergone an extremely impressive transformation.

Available funds: 324 million!

In just one week, after deducting all fees and interest, his net profit exceeded one million!

Chen Mo looked at the number and let out a long sigh.

In this era of abundant opportunities, leveraging tenfold leverage and the explosive power of speculative stocks can generate profits faster than printing money.

He skillfully switched to the Eastmoney stock forum and logged into his account, "Silent Sickle".

At this point, his inbox was completely overwhelmed, with the red dot number showing 999+. It was all retail investors asking him if they could buy Fushun Special Steel today.

Chen Mo sneered and posted a new thread, along with a screenshot of the settlement statement for the liquidation:

Fushun Special Steel: The tail end is left to others; I've already cleared my position and left the market.

The main text consists of only one sentence: "High-level stagnation, major players are fleeing. Those who rushed in today, be prepared to be stuck holding for three months. I've already taken profits, totaling 120 million. Taking a two-day break, preparing to build a position in the next mid-term big winner."

The moment the post was published, it caused a massive earthquake in the entire stock forum!

"Holy crap! The Sickle Guy got away?!"

"Damn it, I just rushed in as soon as the market opened! Sickle Bro, help me!"

"Godlike play! Precisely timed the top! Sickle Bro, are you even human? That game sense is terrifying!"

"A profit of 120 million! Doubling in a week! I declare that the only true god of the Eastmoney stock forum has been born!"

In just half an hour, the post rose to the top of the trending topics on the entire site.

Countless funds, speculative investors, and even traders from legitimate mutual funds have begun to include the ID "Silent Scythe" in their key monitoring and research.

But Chen Mo, at the center of the storm, calmly turned off his phone screen.

He turned his head and looked at Su Qingyan, who was frowning slightly because she couldn't solve a physics problem.

"The force analysis is wrong. The direction of the frictional force should be downward along the inclined plane," Chen Mo casually pointed out.

Su Qingyan was taken aback. Following Chen Mo's words, she looked at the question again and suddenly understood.