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

Su Qingyan made no attempt to hide her curiosity.

Chen Mo looked at her, about to say something joking, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure out of the corner of his eye, striding angrily through the front door of the classroom.

Class teacher: Liu Jianguo.

Only at this moment did Chen Mo's brain, which was filled with millions of dollars and memories of his past life, suddenly realize an extremely fatal common sense fact—cell phones are absolutely not allowed in senior high school classrooms!

What's more, in order to monitor the market and post on the stock forum, instead of secretly hiding his phone in his desk like other high school students, he brazenly placed it in the center of his desk!

"Chen Mo! What are you doing?!"

Liu Jianguo walked quickly to the third row and immediately spotted the cell phone on the table.

He was not only furious at Chen Mo's blatant audacity, but also shocked that this country boy, who had always transferred to the school as a poor student, could actually afford the latest Apple model that had just been released and was being resold for seven or eight thousand yuan!

"During the crucial final year of high school, the whole class is racing against time, and not only did you hand in a blank paper for the monthly exam, but now you dare to openly play on your phone in class?!" Liu Jianguo was trembling with anger, reaching out to snatch the phone from the table. "Confiscate it! Tell your parents to come to school tomorrow!"

With lightning speed, Chen Mo slid the phone into his jacket pocket with a flick of his wrist, just before Liu Jianguo's hand touched the screen.

Are you kidding me? This phone not only has a margin trading account with three million yuan logged in, but it also has the legendary stock forum account "Silent Scythe" linked to it. How could a high school homeroom teacher possibly take it?

"Teacher Liu," Chen Mo said, sitting in his chair without even getting up, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather, "a cell phone is personal property, so there's no need to confiscate it. I'll take it home."

This extremely bland tone completely ignited Liu Jianguo's authority as the homeroom teacher.

"You...you've gone too far!" Liu Jianguo pointed at Chen Mo's nose, his roar echoing throughout the senior high school corridor. "You're incorrigible! You have no respect for your elders! Since you don't want to study, then don't disturb the other students here! Pack your things and go home right now! You're suspended from classes for a week to reflect! Without a profound self-criticism and a guarantee from your parents in person, don't even think about stepping into this school again!"

Upon hearing this, the entire class fell silent.

A one-week suspension of classes for senior high school students! In a county-level high school, this is definitely the most severe punishment, second only to expulsion.

A student with even a little bit of ambition would probably burst into tears upon hearing this punishment.

Wang Hao and Lin Yu were trying hard not to laugh, but they were secretly overjoyed: This country bumpkin has finally gotten himself into trouble!

Su Qingyan's face also turned pale.

Although she was usually aloof, she was still a well-behaved girl at heart. Hearing such a severe punishment, she instinctively wanted to stand up and plead for Chen Mo: "Teacher Liu, Chen Mo was actually just..."

"Classes will be suspended for a week, right?"

Before Su Qingyan could finish speaking, Chen Mo suddenly chuckled, interrupting her.

He deftly picked up the schoolbag on the table and casually stuffed the few textbooks inside.

Then, under the horrified gazes of his classmates and Liu Jianguo, he shrugged.

"Okay, then I'll take this opportunity to take a vacation. See you in a week, Professor Liu and everyone."

After saying that, Chen Mo slung his backpack over one shoulder, even turning his head to raise an eyebrow at the stunned Su Qingyan, leaving a meaningful look before walking out of the classroom through the back door without looking back.

Liu Jianguo stood there, pointing at Chen Mo's departing figure, his chest heaving with anger, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He has been teaching for more than ten years and has seen troublemakers and troublemakers, but he has never seen a bizarre person who could walk with a "I'm finally released from prison" gait after being suspended from class and going home!

Looking at Chen Mo's empty desk, Su Qingyan recalled his indifferent gaze just now, and a mix of frustration and curiosity welled up inside her.

……

As Chen Mo stepped out of the school gate, the bright morning sun shone on his shoulders.

He took a deep breath of the free air outside the school, and couldn't help but grin wildly upwards.

"I was worried that being confined in the classroom for eight or nine hours every day would make it impossible to move around freely. But Liu Jianguo, that old-fashioned guy, unintentionally did me a great favor."

Chen Mo hopped on his electric scooter, pulled out the culprit, and dialed Wei Shan's number directly.

"Where is Shanzi?"

"Brother Mo! I'm unloading goods for someone at the Nancheng Building Materials Market. What's wrong? Aren't you in class at this hour?" Wei Shan's gruff voice and the roar of machinery came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't take your makeup off, wash your face. Go to the biggest teahouse on South Street and get a private room to wait for me." Chen Mo's voice suddenly turned deep. "I have something to tell you!"

.............

Half an hour later, at the "Jumingxuan" teahouse on South Street.

This is a high-end teahouse with a rather antique style of decoration.

When Wei Shan pushed open the wooden door to the second-floor private room, even though he had washed his face under the tap at the construction site and changed into a relatively clean old T-shirt, his two-meter-tall, tower-like physique still seemed out of place in this elegant environment.

But as soon as he entered the room, his gaze locked onto Chen Mo, who was sitting in the main seat making tea, and his face instantly became respectful.

Since witnessing Chen Mo effortlessly win over the brokerage manager and make a fortune of 100,000 yuan with nothing, Wei Shan's worldview has been completely overturned.

In his simple and single-minded belief, Chen Mo was no longer an ordinary person, but a living god of wealth who could turn stones into gold.

Even if Chen Mo asked him to jump off a cliff now, he would ask without hesitation whether he wanted to jump headfirst or feetfirst.

"Brother Mo, you wanted to see me?" Wei Shan quietly pulled out a chair, half of his buttocks resting on the edge of the seat, his hands neatly placed on his knees.

Chen Mo pushed a freshly brewed cup of Pu'er tea in front of him, looking up at this brother who had been loyal to him in both past and present lives.

Wei Shan is only in his early twenties, the age when his blood and energy are at their peak and his physical functions are at their best.

But his large, fan-like hands were covered with calluses and cracks from burning cement.

"Shanzi, quit your job at the construction site." Chen Mo blew on the steam rising from his teacup, his tone calm but leaving no room for argument.

Wei Shan hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "Okay! I'll go collect my wages this afternoon. Brother Mo, I'll do whatever you ask me to do. Do you need me to bring a few brothers along...?"

"No need." Chen Mo interrupted him, his gaze becoming extremely profound. "Shanzi, let me tell you the truth, my plans will expand very far in the future. Far beyond your imagination."

"When I reach that level, I will inevitably be surrounded by all sorts of open and covert attacks. I need an absolutely indestructible shield and a sharp knife that only obeys my command. And that person, I only trust you."

Wei Shan seemed to understand only a little, but his chest heaved violently, and his eyes burned with fanaticism: "Brother Mo, the Chen family saved my life. Just say the word, and I, Wei Shan, will take a bullet for you without even blinking!"

"I have money, I can hire the best bodyguards in the world, but I can't buy absolute loyalty." Chen Mo looked at him, then changed the subject, "But your foundation is too weak right now. Apart from having a lot of strength and the ruthlessness to fight in the street, you know nothing about modern security, counter-surveillance, or tactical evasion. If you really encounter a top expert or a complex danger, you can't withstand it with just your body."

Wei Shan's initial enthusiasm cooled slightly, and he lowered his head in shame.

He knew Chen Mo was right; he hadn't even graduated from elementary school and knew nothing but physical labor.

"So, I've arranged a path for you." Chen Mo tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "The autumn conscription isn't over yet. I've got someone put in charge of getting you into the army, and it'll be the toughest field unit. You'll go there and train hard for a few years, shedding that country bumpkin mentality and coming back with real, hardcore tactical skills!"

"On the day you retire from the military, I will allocate a large sum of money to you so you can build our own top-tier security team. Only then will you be truly able to protect me!"

Join the army?

Wei Shan suddenly raised his head, a hint of longing for the military camp flashing in his eyes, but that light was quickly replaced by a deep, unyielding sorrow.

"Brother Mo..." The towering man's eyes suddenly reddened, and his voice became hoarse, "I've always dreamed of following you to accomplish great things. But... but my mother's health isn't good."

"She's been taking medicine constantly, and she has to go to the town clinic for IV drips every few days. If I'm gone for years, she'll be all alone in the village, with no one to even bring her tea or water... What if she gets sick one day? I won't even be able to see her one last time, Brother Mo!"

In the end, Wei Shan clutched his head in anguish, digging his fingers deep into his hair.

The dilemma of being loyal to one's country and being filial to one's parents is the heaviest burden weighing on this man from the bottom of society.

Looking at the pained Wei Shan, Chen Mo was not angry at all; instead, a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.

If Wei Shan agrees to something so readily that he doesn't even care about his mother, then he'll have to reassess his brother's character.

"Lift your head up." Chen Mo took out an exquisite cardboard box and a white electronic device resembling a camera from the bag at his feet and pushed it in front of Wei Shan.

"Since I'm sending you, I'll make sure you have no worries about the future."

Chen Mo opened the cardboard box, inside was a brand new large-screen smartphone. "I've already contacted the city's domestic service center and hired a caregiver at a high price. She'll be living and eating at your house 24/7 to take care of your mother's daily life and prepare her medicine."

"This is a smart home camera. I just had someone come to your house to install the network cable." Chen Mo pointed to the white device. "As long as you install it at home, no matter how far away you are in the army, as long as you have a break, you can take out this phone and see the old lady's condition clearly anytime, anywhere, and you can also talk to her directly by voice."

Wei Shan stared blankly at the high-tech equipment on the table, his lips trembling uncontrollably, his bloodshot eyes wide open.

In this small county where smartphones are just becoming commonplace, the concept of remote monitoring is like something out of a science fiction movie for Wei Shan!

Not only that, Chen Mo then pulled out two thick bricks wrapped in newspaper from his pocket and slammed them directly onto the table.

Inside was 20,000 yuan in brand new cash.

"I will regularly deposit the caregiver's salary and the old lady's monthly medication into your account, so you don't need to worry about it. Take this 20,000 yuan in cash back and keep it for the old lady's daily nutrition expenses and emergency funds."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, looking calmly at Wei Shan, whose face was already streaked with tears. "Now, do you still have any concerns?"

"Brother Mo..."

With a "thump," Wei Shan, this man who would rather bleed than shed tears, actually knelt down in the private room, tears falling onto the floor.

"A man's knees are worth gold, stand up!" Chen Mo shouted sternly, pulling him to his feet. "If you trust me, take the money and the things. Don't ask any more questions."

Wei Shan gripped the 20,000 yuan and his phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Although he is uneducated and slow to react, he is definitely not stupid.

He could clearly sense that Chen Mo had undergone a transformation that defied common sense, and was now completely different from the high school student who used to play in the village with him.

But so what?

Wei Shan wiped away the tears on his face, his eyes becoming more fervent than ever before.

No matter what Chen Mo has become, he only knows that the man in front of him is the only brother in the world, besides his mother, who treats him like a human being!

"Brother Mo, don't worry!" Wei Shan carefully put the money and phone away from his body. "I'll tell my mom when I get home tonight! Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the armed forces department to register! In the army, even if it costs me my life, I, Wei Shan, will never let you down!"

Chen Mo patted his broad shoulder with satisfaction.

"That's right. Go ahead, I'll be waiting for your good news."