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

The private room was deathly silent.

Only the bubbling sound of boiling water in the teapot was particularly clear in the empty room.

Old Li and the fund manager with the gold-rimmed glasses looked at each other, feeling that their decades of experience in the financial industry had been completely shattered at this moment.

A minor high school student from a county town is battling it out in the A-share market with more than 28 million yuan in real funds.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, anyone who heard this would have cursed, saying that even novels don't exaggerate this much!

"Sit down." Chen Mo picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

Old Li swallowed hard, his legs feeling a little weak as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

All the negotiation tactics and high-handed terms for surrender that he had prepared were instantly rendered worthless in the face of that real account with more than 28 million yuan.

"I never expected that the 'Scythe Senior,' who stirs up so much controversy in the stock forum, is actually... so young." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile. "May I ask how I should address you, young man?"

"My name is Chen Mo."

Before anyone could speak, he said directly, "I called you here not to listen to your empty promises, nor am I going to work for you. I'll set the rules."

Chen Mo extended a finger and tapped it lightly on the table, presenting his conditions:

"First, I want to set up my own private equity firm. But I'm still a student and find the procedures too troublesome. Which of these institutions can help me handle all the licenses, access, and legal registration issues? I'll take them on as my investment partners."

"Secondly, and most importantly, the minimum investment to join my company is 100 million."

"One hundred million?!" Old Li gasped.

Although their organization has a large amount of funds, directly handing over 100 million yuan in cash to a teenager under the age of 18 to manage is as risky as gambling in Macau!

"Too much? Hold on, the conditions that follow might seem even crazier to you."

Chen Mo's lips curled into a smile as he presented a profit-sharing plan that seemed like a fantasy to all the seasoned financial professionals present:

"Industry practice dictates that private equity managers charge a 2% management fee plus a 20% profit share. But I don't follow that rule. I don't charge a management fee, but we split the basic profits 50/50."

"This is impossible!" The man with the gold-rimmed glasses jumped to his feet like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Young Master Chen, you're robbing me! Nobody in the entire capital market dares to offer a 50/50 odds!"

"Not only that," Chen Mo's eyes turned completely cold, "I guarantee a minimum annualized return of 30%! If the annual return exceeds 50%, I want a 60/40 split of the profits! If it exceeds 100%, I want a 70/30 split!"

This is insane! This person is absolutely insane!

The investment managers in the private room were all stunned by Chen Mo's extremely arrogant conditions.

This isn't just asking for the moon; it's treating them like ATMs with no dignity whatsoever!

Old Li's face was ashen, and he suppressed his anger, saying, "Young Master Chen, your market intuition is indeed phenomenal, but do you know the difference between managing 100 million and managing 10 million in the A-share market? A large ship is hard to turn around! You're asking for a 50/50 or even 70/30 split, why should we entrust you with a huge sum of 100 million? Just because you have a 20 million account?"

Faced with Lao Li's resounding question, the air in the private room seemed to freeze.

The other investment managers also leaned back in their chairs with cold smiles, looking like they were watching a show.

They acknowledged that Chen Mo's recent actions were indeed brilliant, but even geniuses need to know the rules.

In the eyes of these institutions that control massive cash flows, it's a pipe dream to think that anyone can get the control of 100 million yuan without a solid background and a proven track record of performance, not to mention the outrageous profit-sharing ratio.

However, Chen Mo was not angry at all; instead, he chuckled softly.

He picked up the purple clay teapot and slowly refilled his teacup with water. His unhurried demeanor made the originally aggressive Old Li feel inexplicably guilty.

Chen Mo picked up his teacup and gently blew on the steam: "I'll break even."

Chen Mo pushed the Apple laptop, which displayed a total asset value of 2854 million, towards Lao Li:

"Look closely at the numbers above. You've entrusted me with 100 million yuan. During the contract period, if the account's total net value drops by more than 5%, which means a loss of 5 million, it will immediately trigger mandatory liquidation! All cooperation will be terminated!"

Chen Mo leaned forward slightly and said, enunciating each word clearly, "As for the five million yuan loss, I will use my personal account, with all the principal and interest, to make up the difference in full within one business day!"

Dead silence.

Old Li's mouth dropped open. The man with the gold-rimmed glasses didn't even notice that his glasses had slipped down to the bridge of his nose. The group of people seemed to have been hit on the head with a heavy hammer, and they couldn't come to their senses for a long time.

They finally understood why this young man dared to offer such an arrogant profit-sharing ratio.

With a capital of 100 million and a stop-loss line of 5%, Chen Mo used his own tens of millions of yuan as absolute guarantee!

This means that as long as the contract is signed, the 100 million yuan invested by their organization is risk-free!

If they win, they can share at least 30% of the huge profits with this stock market genius.

If they lose, Chen Mo will use his own money to cover their losses, and they won't lose a single penny of their initial investment!

To date, no product with a return exceeding 10%, not even bond funds, has made a guarantee of principal protection.

"Young Master Chen...you...you're serious?" The man with the gold-rimmed glasses' voice began to tremble violently, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down wildly.

Zero risk for extremely high returns—if this were reported to the company headquarters, even the chairman would fly over overnight to sign the contract!

"I never joke around. We can sign a performance-based agreement." Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold. "My conditions are as follows: help me get a private equity license and register a shell company, starting with 100 million yuan, a 50/50 split as a minimum, and a 5% stop-loss guarantee."

He glanced at his phone. "Now, you can start calling headquarters for instructions. I'm only giving you ten minutes. After ten minutes, whoever gets their funding first, I'll sign with them. As for those who didn't get a share, turn right and leave. Goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, the investment managers in the private room reacted as if they had been electrocuted, frantically pulling out their phones from their briefcases.

"Hey! Mr. Wang! This is Old Li! Something terrible has happened! I've encountered an exceptionally talented genius..."

"Chairman Zhang! Absolutely zero-risk, principal-protected investment! Yes, yes, yes! Requires 100 million in investment, 50/50 split... Don't feel like you're losing out, this kid has an exceptional feel for the market!"

"Quickly! Have the risk control department draft a guarantee agreement with unlimited joint liability immediately! Fax it over right away!"

Seeing these once high-and-mighty financial elites now shouting and begging for instructions into the phone like they were grabbing cabbages at a market, Chen Mo sneered.

This is the inherent weakness of capital.

As long as you can demonstrate absolute strength and zero-risk exorbitant profits in front of them, even if you are a high school student, they will treat you like royalty.

Seven minutes later.

Sweating profusely, Old Li hung up the phone and rushed to Chen Mo, handing him his business card with both hands, his attitude extremely humble: "President Chen! Our Shanghai Zexi Investment headquarters has approved it! The 150 million yuan can be deposited into the joint management account this afternoon! We'll handle all the private equity license and paperwork! Everything will be done within three days!"

"Our Pengcheng Jiuding will offer 200 million! All-inclusive!" the man with the gold-rimmed glasses roared, not to be outdone.

"No rush." ​​Chen Mo waved his hand, stopping their scramble. "Since you're all sincere, each of you can contribute a little. I need 200 million in start-up capital. Old Li, you contribute 100 million; Old Jin, your Pengcheng branch contributes 100 million."

"This..." Old Li and the man with gold-rimmed glasses exchanged a glance. Although they didn't take it all for themselves, they were already incredibly lucky to have caught this risk-free ride.

The two nodded vigorously.

"Alright, have your legal department fly over with the officially stamped contract. Once the contract is signed, all I need to see is that the funds are in place."