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The cabin was quiet, with light-colored leather seats, a walnut wooden table, and several English magazines by the window.

The flight attendant gently placed the freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee cup down; a wisp of steam, carrying a rich, caramelized aroma, rose gently from the rim of the exquisite porcelain cup.

Chen Mo sat by the window, looking down at SpaceX's documents.

Across the long table, Lu Jingyi crossed her legs, the tips of her high heels occasionally brushing lightly against the table legs.

After working at high intensity for a whole week, there was a hint of fatigue on her bright face.

Zhou Zheng and Qin Feng stayed in the rear cabin.

Meanwhile, the two overseas security advisors personally assigned by the Grant family each occupied a corner and hardly uttered any unnecessary words along the way.

Mark is a retired elite member of the British Special Forces (SAS).

Daniel has been responsible for the VVIP security of Middle Eastern royalty and top high-net-worth clients at Blackwater for many years.

The two did only two things after boarding the plane.

Check the communication equipment and confirm the landing route.

Chen Mo glanced at them but didn't pay them much attention.

For this trip to the United States, he didn't bring ordinary bodyguards, but a whole security network coordinated by Grant.

From special airport transfers, entire floors of hotel rooms reserved, and bulletproof convoys along the route, to top local legal teams and Washington lobbying consultants, every step had been planned in advance.

The terrifying premium of Chuangsheng No. 1, a closed-end fund, has already begun to emerge.

Going to the United States alone and going to the United States with the interests of top global capital are two different things.

Lu Jingyi rubbed her temples and gently pushed a newly printed itinerary in front of Chen Mo:

"SpaceX has given final confirmation."

"Tomorrow afternoon, at the Hawthorne headquarters in Los Angeles. Musk himself will be there, but he's been overwhelmed with Starship's propulsion development lately, so the time he can give us is probably very limited."

Chen Mo casually turned a page and said indifferently, "It's enough that he showed up."

Are you sure?

Lu Jingyi looked at him.

"He's not your average founder. He's emotional, assertive, and doesn't like being told what to do by financial investors."

"Moreover, the current core of Silicon Valley's technology circle is not exactly friendly towards Asian capital from the East."

Chen Mo leaned back in his seat.

"So you can't meet him like an investor."

"Then what method?"

"Use someone who understands him."

Lu Jingyi paused for a moment.

She noticed that Chen Mo spoke with great confidence.

Chen Mo looked out the window: "I don't need to convince him. I just need to make him understand that in this world, only Creation Capital can perfectly understand his crazy plans that are ridiculed by the world."

Before Chen Mo's rebirth, it was 2035. At that time, SpaceX had completed the construction of its lunar base and even begun the initial conquest of Mars, with plans to install a space elevator.

At this point in time, no one understands SpaceX's future better than Chen Mo.

The plane began to taxi, and the lights on both sides of the runway gradually receded behind it.

Lu Jingyi lowered her head and wrote a few lines on the document.

As the pen stopped at the last point, he suddenly said, "Xiao Mo."

"Um?"

"The United States is not Hong Kong, nor is it Shanxi Province. No one there will give you face because of the Lu family, the Liang family, or Jiangcheng property."

"I know."

"People there will even instinctively suspect you."

"An 18-year-old Chinese youth, with billions of dollars, suddenly walked into their tech circle."

Lu Jingyi looked up at him.

"You'll stand out."

Chen Mo smiled.

"Then let them see it clearly."

The plane suddenly pitched up.

As the aircraft passed through the clouds, sunlight streamed in through the portholes.

Lu Jingyi narrowed her eyes.

……

At 10:30 a.m. local time, after a long intercontinental flight, the silver Gulfstream G650 landed steadily on the private jet runway at Los Angeles International Airport with a deep, reverse thrust roar from its four engines.

As the plane taxied, Chen Mo looked out the window and saw low-rise buildings, palm trees, and excessively bright sunlight in the distance.

It's completely different from Hong Kong, and completely different from Jiangcheng.

There are no dense financial buildings like those in Victoria Harbour, nor the gray and white mountains and fields of western provinces in late winter.

Los Angeles is spread out.

Highway, low-rise buildings, sunlight, GG license plate.

The traffic flow resembled countless lines, stretching into the distance of the city.

The entire city resembles a giant, unobstructed shop window.

They arrogantly peddle industrial myths about wealth and dreams to every outsider who sets foot here.

The hatch opened, and a dry breeze blew in.

The reception team arranged by Grant was already waiting on the tarmac.

Two all-black, bulletproof Cadillac full-size SUVs and a modified luxury van were parked side by side, while several black bodyguards in suits and sunglasses solemnly cordoned off the surrounding area.

A Chinese man in his forties was the first to come forward.

He said in fluent Mandarin, "Mr. Chen, Ms. Lu, you must be tired from your journey."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Gu Yuan, and my English name is David. I will be your advisor for the upcoming trip across the United States."

Lu Jingyi and he briefly confirmed the itinerary.

Chen Mo looked into the distance.

On the other side of the runway, a private plane is taking off.

The deafening roar drowned out the conversation of the group.

David waited until the noise subsided before continuing, "SpaceX confirmed the meeting tomorrow afternoon."

"However, there is one thing that needs to be stated in advance."

Lu Jingyi looked up.

"What?"

David hesitated for a moment.

"Mr. Musk has never had much patience for purely financial investors."

"Especially recently, there has been a lot of funding coming into contact with SpaceX."

"He might be more direct."

Chen Mo smiled.

"Direct is good."

David glanced at him.

He had obviously heard of Genesis Capital and knew that the young man in front of him had an impressive background.

But when I actually met Chen Mo, it still felt somewhat unreal.

too young.

He looks too young to be talking about SpaceX; he looks more like a student sent by an Asian family to study in the United States.

However, the presence of Lu Jingyi, security guards, lawyers, and the level of hospitality Grant provided all served as reminders to him.

This young man is no ordinary person.

The convoy drove away from the airport.

The Los Angeles sun streamed in through the car window.

Chen Mo leaned back in the back seat, his gaze sweeping over the GG license plates on both sides of the highway.

Lu Jingyi handed him the tablet.

"The hotel has already made arrangements."

"I'll rest this afternoon and have dinner with Grant's US team tonight."

"Going to SpaceX tomorrow afternoon."

Chen Mo took the tablet, but a new email popped up on the screen.

The sender was Grant's US office.

Title: Background Investigation of Genesis Capital

Lu Jingyi saw it too, and the smile on her face faded a little.

Chen Mo opened the email; the content was short.

Grant's U.S. office has noted that a Washington-based consulting firm has recently been inquiring with several financial institutions about Genesis Capital's controlling shareholder, sources of funding, and Swiss franc transactions.

The questioning was conducted in a restrained manner, unlike formal oversight, and more like a preliminary background check.

The car fell silent.

David glanced back from the front row, then quickly looked away.

Lu Jingyi said in a low voice, "They came faster than I expected."

After reading the email, Chen Mo placed the tablet on his lap.

"normal."

Aren't you worried?

"Worrying won't help."

"They'll see me sooner or later."