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Chen Mo lives in a private mansion near Beverly Hills.

The place arranged by Grant.

From the outside, it looks like a quiet white building with two neatly trimmed palm trees in front.

Only after entering did I realize that there was more to it than met the eye.

The security room, meeting room, separate garage, and back door passage were all arranged in advance.

"Grant really went all out this time," Lu Jingyi said in a low voice, glancing around.

Chen Mo casually draped his coat over the back of the chair and smiled faintly: "The money wasn't taken for nothing."

The dinner with Grant's American team that evening did not last long.

Chen Mo only listened to their introduction of the local legal advisor, the security route, the meeting arrangements, and the preliminary background of the consulting firm in Washington.

The other party's name is Greyline Advisory.

On the surface, it is a policy risk consulting firm.

Clients include funds, defense contractors, technology companies, and some politicians.

"It's not clear who commissioned it at the moment."

The head of Grant's U.S. office said, "They were just doing background checks; there were no formal legal procedures or regulatory letters."

Lu Jingyi looked at Chen Mo: "These kinds of investigations are common, but the fact that they came out so quickly shows that someone has already noticed the actions of Creation in the United States."

Chen Mo cut a small piece of steak.

"Everything created can withstand scrutiny."

"The only thing we need to control is preventing them from easily getting a feel for the complete structure of our domestic industries."

Lu Jingyi nodded: "I will have the Hong Kong and Cayman lawyers re-stratify this part."

"Um."

Chen Mo put down his knife and fork.

See you tomorrow, SpaceX.

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

The next afternoon.

The convoy headed toward Hawthorne.

The closer you get to SpaceX headquarters, the less the surrounding area resembles a traditional high-tech park.

There are no fancy glass office buildings, no meticulously manicured lawns, and no financial elites in suits coming and going.

It's more like a giant factory.

The white building has a simple exterior, and the parking lot is full of cars.

An engineer wearing a T-shirt and jeans walked briskly across the intersection, carrying coffee and blueprints.

There was also someone pushing a small cart with some kind of metal parts on it.

"It's not quite what I imagined." Lu Jingyi looked at the scene through the bulletproof car window, slightly taken aback.

Chen Mo pushed open the car door, and a wave of dryness hit him: "The places where things are actually made are usually not very refined."

A SpaceX representative came to greet me.

He was in his early thirties and spoke very quickly, as if he was rushing through even his small talk.

"Mr. Chen, Ms. Lu, welcome to SpaceX."

He glanced at his watch.

"Musk is running late. Maybe fifteen minutes."

David translates in a low voice.

"Musk will be fifteen minutes late."

Chen Mo nodded.

"No rush."

The staff first led them into the factory tour area.

The moment the heavy industrial doors slid open, a tremendous wave of sound, a cacophony of clanging metal and the whirring of heavy machinery, rushed out.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of engine oil, the metallic odor from welding, and a hint of coffee.

In the distance, the massive Falcon 9 rocket casing, like a sleeping interstellar behemoth, is horizontally fixed to a cold hydraulic support.

Several top-notch, blond-haired, blue-eyed engineers were arguing fiercely around a nozzle, speaking so fast it sounded like they were fighting.

Standing beneath this colossal object, Lu Jingyi fell into a long silence that lasted for several seconds.

"Is it shocking?" Chen Mo turned his head to look at her.

"Mmm." Lu Jingyi's beautiful eyes sparkled. "It feels like I've seen another world."

Chen Mo looked at the rocket casing in the distance.

"The sound of money being burned."

Lu Jingyi almost laughed at his joke.

The receptionist didn't understand Chinese, but seeing the two men's relaxed expressions, she assumed they were praising SpaceX.

Fifteen minutes became twenty-eight minutes.

Musk has finally appeared.

He walked quickly, wearing a black T-shirt, dark jeans, and his hair was a little messy. He was also holding a half-finished can of Diet Coke in his hand.

Two staff members followed behind him.

He entered the meeting room without any further pleasantries.

His gaze first swept over Lu Jingyi, then landed on Chen Mo.

He paused for half a second; he was too young.

This thought was practically written all over his face.

Before the receptionist could make any introductions, Musk spoke first.

"I heard you want to buy my rocket company?"

Chen Mo answered in English, his tone very calm.

"It's not about buying your rocket company."

Musk raised an eyebrow.

"What is that?"

"An entrance."

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

Lu Jingyi glanced at Chen Mo, then Masquerade pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning slightly forward.

"Which entrance leads to?"

"track."

Musk stared at him for two seconds.

"When many people want to buy shares, they will say some nice things."

Chen Mo smiled.

"When many people don't want tourist capital, they will deliberately say very unpleasant things."

Musk finally managed a slight smile.

"Great, I don't need tourist capital."

"Perfect." Chen Mo leaned back in his chair. "I'm not investing in a tourist company either."

Gu Yuan, who was standing to the side, had a fine sheen of cold sweat on his forehead, while Lu Jingyi gently pressed the edge of the document with her fingertips.

This wasn't a friendly opening, but it was very effective.

At least Musk didn't get up and leave.

"Mr. Chen."

Musk looked at him.

"I know that Chuangsheng has made a lot of money on Swiss francs. Congratulations."

"Thanks."

"But SpaceX is not a deal."

Musk speaks very fast.

"It's not a currency pair, it's not a stock chart. It's difficult, it's expensive, and most of the time it's excruciating."

Chen Mo nodded.

"I know."

No, you don't know.

Musk interrupted directly.

"You're only eighteen?"

"almost."

"Then you don't know."

The atmosphere in the meeting room was slightly tense. Chen Mo picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.

"Perhaps," he continued, "I don't know your pain, but I know why it matters."

Musk narrowed his eyes.

Why?

Chen Mo did not rush to answer.

He picked up a pen and drew a line on the paper in front of him.

Earth, orbit, Moon, Mars.

Then a heavy threshold was drawn between the Earth and the orbit.

"Right now, getting into orbit is still too expensive. So expensive that space travel isn't an industry, but a privilege."

Musk's expression finally changed.

Chen Mo continued, "If reusable rockets are successful, launch costs will be reduced."

"Then orbit will become infrastructure. Satellites, the Internet, Earth observation, defense, manufacturing, and even energy someday in the future."

"SpaceX is not a space company; it's more like a tollbooth for the space age."

"Tollbooth?" Musk chewed on the word.

"Currently, the entry fee for the aerospace industry is too expensive, so expensive that only national teams can afford it. Your reusable technology is essentially using engineering methods to drastically reduce the toll."

Chen Mo raised his head, his eyes calm.

"When ticket prices drop to a level that ordinary people can afford, what will run on the tracks will no longer be your rockets, but the world's capital, resources, and ambitions."

Musk was stunned, then burst into laughter: "Tollbooth... You're right, what I'm collecting is a toll for all of humanity's journey to the future. It seems you understand SpaceX very well; I haven't met such a knowledgeable investor in a long time."

"However, I must warn you, I can't guarantee you'll make money, and do you even know how much money will be burned through this?"

"Ten billion? Two billion? If it fails, this money will be burned to ashes like paper. No one will remember that you invested. They will just laugh at you for being a fool."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Then let it burn. I don't care about making a profit; I only care about this ticket."

Musk stared at him for a while.

You're thinking far ahead.

He then continued, "People who think too far ahead usually want too much."

Lu Jingyi's heart stirred slightly.

This statement sounds like a warning.

Chen Mo remained calm: "Then let's define what 'too much' means first."

Musk finally put the Coke can down.

"it is good."

He turned to the staff member next to him and said something.

The other party quickly brought over a simple document.

"SpaceX won't launch a new round of financing just for you," Musk said. "I don't want capital that thinks it can teach me how to build rockets just because it invests money."

Chen Mo nodded.

"However, there may be some transfers of existing shares."

"Early holders have a very small share."

"How small?"

One percent.

Chen Mo looked at Lu Jingyi.

Lu Jingyi did not immediately express her opinion, but instead looked down at the documents.

After a moment, she said softly, "The valuation isn't cheap, and the terms won't be favorable either."

Chen Mo replied, "The admission tickets are expensive to begin with."

Musk stood up and extended his hand: "Welcome to the most expensive circus on Earth."

Chen Mo grasped his hand: "It's better than a boring bank."

Musk laughed, and the staff outside the door all looked over.

Lu Jingyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked down and wrote a line on the document.

SpaceX is transferring 1% of its existing shares.

At the end of the meeting, Musk personally escorted them to the factory gate.

As dusk began to fall, the California sunset painted the factory buildings with orange-red hues.

The beeping of a forklift reversing could be heard in the distance.

One sound after another.

Musk stood in the doorway and suddenly asked, "Mr. Chen, why SpaceX?"

Chen Mo stopped in his tracks.

"Because one day, everyone will realize that the Earth is not the ceiling."

Musk remained silent.

After a few seconds, he smiled.

"Come find me when that damn recovery rocket has landed intact."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "It's a deal."

The car doors closed, and the convoy drove away from SpaceX.

Lu Jingyi, sitting in the back row, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: "This is just the beginning."