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

Bian Xuezhang stayed in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Liang Wenfeng and Xu Jin were even more eager than he had imagined to delve deeper into the subject.

Before the contract was even fully finalized, the three of them had already cleared out a meeting room in their temporary office, which was now filled with new notes on data sources, servers, team structure, and the first phase of model iteration plans.

The next morning, Bian Xuezhang sent Chen Mo a photo.

In the photo, he is sitting in front of a computer with dark circles under his eyes, next to Liang Wenfeng and Xu Jin.

There were six empty coffee cups in front of the three people.

The caption was only one sentence.

"Mr. Chen, let's get started."

Chen Mo looked at his phone and smiled.

Subsequently, he asked Haitong Securities to cooperate in selling a portion of his stock index futures positions.

This position was established last year, and after profiting from this round of market activity, the unrealized profit is already quite substantial.

Chen Mo did not leave the scene entirely.

The A-share market hasn't reached its most frenzied point yet.

However, the first sum of money needed for in-depth exploration, 200 million yuan, was directly funded by him personally.

Star Technology, Taichu Capital, and Chuangsheng Capital—each of these platforms has its own boundaries.

Deep exploration is different; it is the domestic foundation that Chen Mo has laid for the future of artificial intelligence and quantitative finance.

He wants to invest this money himself.

3 PM.

The first tranche of 50 million was deposited into DeepQuest's temporary account.

Liang Wenfeng and Xu Jin stared at each other for a few seconds.

Without saying a word, he turned around and went back to the meeting room to continue writing the purchase list.

It was clear that both of them were very excited.

……

After dealing with matters in Suzhou and Hangzhou, Chen Mo did not return to Jiangcheng.

He changed his flight to Kyoto for the evening.

There's been so much going on lately.

He had to personally go to Kyoto to discuss matters related to Taichu No. 2, Huijin, and social security.

Before the plane took off, Chen Mo sat in a window seat in first class and rested with his eyes closed.

He didn't notice that someone in the front cabin service area froze when they saw him.

Xu Qing.

She's flying the Kyoto route today.

Her makeup was exquisite, and her hair was neatly styled.

But only she knows how terrible this period of time has been.

Last week, a first-class passenger left a luxury watch in the seat gap. Xu Qing registered and handed it in according to procedure, but the passenger insisted that the watch clasp had scratches.

After the complaint was filed, she was not made to bear the full compensation.

But the bonus was deducted.

Two days ago, the cabin crew manager called her into his office again, implying that there was a dinner party that evening and that she should get to know more people.

Xu Qing pretended to be naive, and the leader's face immediately fell.

What's even more annoying is the other flight attendant.

He has some connections in the family, speaks in a greasy manner, and always tries to get close to her.

"Sister Qing, want to grab a late-night snack tonight?"

"Sister Qing, you're so beautiful, it's such a waste for you to be all alone."

On one occasion, when no one was in the food preparation room, he reached out and tried to touch her waist.

Xu Qing placed the coffee pot directly on the table, which startled everyone and made them look over.

The man smiled and stepped back.

But since then, scheduling has become uncomfortable, often involving red-eye flights.

She had considered resigning.

But what happens after you resign?

My parents need money every month, and I have two younger brothers who are also waiting for money.

Her salary isn't low, but she can't cut back on skincare, clothes, rent, or social obligations.

My bank card balance has been a joke for years.

She only feels like she can breathe a little easier on payday each month.

Xu Qing also knows that she shouldn't place her hopes on others.

But that day, she still inexplicably wrote her personal number on the back of the business card and handed it to Chen Mo.

The results of it?

There was no movement at all.

She even suspected that he might have casually tossed the business card away.

Xu Qing is touching up her makeup in the restroom.

The woman in the mirror is 1.73 meters tall, with good shoulder and neck lines, a slim waist, and long legs. Wearing the uniform, she looks even more outstanding than many models.

She stared at herself for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed softly, "What's the use of being so pretty?"

A message from the flight attendant came from outside.

The plane is about to take off.

Xu Qing put away her lipstick and took a deep breath.

I can't pretend to be reserved this time, even if it's just adding a contact number.

Even just asking, "Mr. Chen, did you not see the business card from last time?"

She walked out of the restroom and had just passed through the front cabin when the plane suddenly lurched violently.

Xu Qing's high heels slipped to one side.

The fuselage was then subjected to another violent jolt.

Several low gasps were heard from inside the cabin.

Chen Mo was a light sleeper, but as soon as his body sank in, he opened his eyes instantly.

The next second, a lithe figure lost its balance and fell towards him.

Xu Qing didn't have time to steady herself on the chair, nor did she have time to exclaim in surprise.

She felt a sudden tightening around her waist, and she fell into Chen Mo's arms.

To be precise, she sat on him.

Time seemed to stand still for half a second.

Xu Qing's mind went blank for a moment.

It’s over.

She swore she never intended to do this.

She just wanted to say hello.

I didn't mean to greet you in this way.

"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen."

Xu Qing's face flushed red to her ears, and she hurriedly tried to get up.

The plane swayed again.

Chen Mo raised his hand and pressed it against her lower back.

"Don't move."

Xu Qing froze.

Chen Mo reached out and pulled the seatbelt next to him.

The first-class seats were spacious, so he simply wrapped the seatbelts around both of their waists and fastened them.

Click.

Xu Qing looked down at the fastened seatbelt and then at her current posture.

She didn't even know where to put her hands.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I'm not..."

"I know."

Chen Mo glanced out the window; the plane was still navigating through the airflow, its wings vibrating.

An announcement soon came on, reminding passengers to fasten their seatbelts.

Xu Qing bit her lip, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Thanks."

Chen Mo turned to look at her. Xu Qing's perfume was very light today, like white flowers after the rain.

The slight panic on his face didn't seem faked.

"fine."

Xu Qing breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But the seatbelt was still fastened.

The plane was still experiencing turbulence.

She could only maintain this ambiguous and awkward position, sitting on Chen Mo.

Another flight attendant in the front cabin saw this and her mouth was slightly agape.

Xu Qing just wanted to find a place to disappear into.

Chen Mo didn't have many romantic thoughts.

He just suddenly realized a problem.

In the future, my trips between Kyoto, Hong Kong, the United States, and the provincial capital will only become more and more frequent.

Flight delays, security checks, last-minute rebookings, and turbulence.

Every time is a waste of time.

This also increases the number of uncontrollable factors.

The funds and industries he's involved with now are far beyond what an ordinary high school senior should have.

It's definitely time to buy a private jet.

The plane finally stabilized.

Xu Qing quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got up from Chen Mo.

She straightened her uniform, the blush on her face not yet completely gone.

"Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry about that."

Chen Mo looked at her.

His gaze was clear and bright, without any unsettling scrutiny.

"As long as you're not injured."

He spoke casually, straightening the cuffs of his shirt that had been wrinkled earlier.

"You're not injured..."

Xu Qing's fingertips tightened slightly.

Her mind was now filled with the solid, warm sensation when she fell down, and the strange looks she received from her colleagues.

She felt like she had just been treated like a cheap woman who would do anything to climb the social ladder, even deliberately creating accidents.

An overwhelming sense of shame and pent-up grievances welled up inside her, causing her eyes to redden.

"Mr. Chen, please rest. I won't disturb you any longer."

Xu Qing bowed slightly and turned to leave the first-class cabin.

"etc."

Chen Mo's voice sounded from behind.

Xu Qing paused, turned around, and tried to make her smile appear professional: "Is there anything else you need?"

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, watching her struggle to stay upright, and suddenly said, "That business card from last time, it must have been accidentally thrown away when the clothes were sent to the dry cleaners."

Xu Qing's eyes widened suddenly, a look of surprise flashing across her face, followed by an incredulous delight.

"It's...it's alright, Mr. Chen."

Xu Qing's voice finally showed some fluctuation, and she herself did not even realize the hint of joy in her tone.

Chen Mo took out his phone, unlocked it, and placed it on the armrest next to him.

"Leave me your contact information."

Xu Qing felt her heart skip a beat.

She almost couldn't wait to take out her personal notepad from her uniform pocket, quickly write down her personal number and WeChat ID, and hand it over with both hands.

Chen Mo took the note, glanced at it, but didn't put it away immediately. Instead, he looked up at her.

"Also, I'd like to consult you about a business."

Xu Qing immediately stood up straight: "Please speak."

"For purchasing a private jet, such as a Gulfstream G650 or a Bombardier Global 7000, along with subsequent route applications, daily management, and crew recruitment, does your airline have any reliable agency channels?"

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the first-class cabin seemed to freeze.

Xu Qing's brain went blank for a few seconds.

Gulfstream G650? A private jet?

She thought Chen Mo was going to ask about some kind of premium membership service, or VIP treatment on a certain international route.

She was even prepared for Chen Mo to ask her, "Are you free tonight?"

As a result, the first thing he did was to purchase a top-of-the-line private jet worth hundreds of millions.

Moreover, he looks so young, at most a senior in high school or a freshman in college, yet the ease with which he casually decides on assets worth hundreds of millions is almost suffocating.

"What? Don't understand?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw her looking blank.

"No... I understand!" Xu Qing suddenly came to her senses. She knew that this was definitely the biggest opportunity she would ever encounter in her life, and she had to seize it.

"Our airline has a dedicated business jet management department. Although I'm not in charge of that area, I'm familiar with the internal processes and the details of several top agents. Mr. Chen, if you need it, I can prepare a comprehensive guide to purchasing and managing your business jets, avoiding common pitfalls, right after your flight lands!"

Chen Mo looked at the light that ignited in her eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, add me on WeChat after you land and send me the information."

He then added, "If this document satisfies me, once the plane lands in China..."

Chen Mo slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

"My private jet crew happens to be short of a chief flight attendant. You might want to consider it."

Boom! Xu Qing felt a deafening roar in her ears, and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

The chief flight attendant for a private jet!

No more harassment from greasy male colleagues, no more having to put up with the mood of cabin crew leaders, and no more worrying about the meager monthly salary and rent.

That's the cloud that every flight attendant in the entire aviation industry dreams of climbing to!

"Mr. Chen..." Xu Qing bit her lower lip hard to keep herself from losing her composure. She bowed deeply, her voice trembling, "I will definitely not let you down."

As she turned and walked toward the front cabin, Xu Qing's steps were lighter and more determined than ever before.

The male flight attendant who always bothered her came over and said with a grin, "Oh, Sister Qing, why were you throwing yourself at me just now..."

Xu Qing gave him a cold glance and didn't answer. She couldn't wait to get out of this greasy circle.