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The Hongqi didn't go directly back to the Lu family compound. Instead, the car drove through several main roads and finally stopped downstairs at the IFC.

Lu Changming sat in the back seat and did not get out of the car.

He spoke before Chen Mo opened the car door.

"Zhilan will have someone coordinate with you regarding the rest."

"The Primordial II has a special nature, so don't think you can just wash your hands of it."

Chen Mo turned around and smiled.

"clear."

Lu Changming leaned back in his seat.

"Go."

The car door closed.

The red flag slowly drove away.

Chen Mo stood at the entrance of the IFC Mall, watching the car disappear into the traffic.

The wind in Kyoto blows through the buildings, making people feel refreshed.

Although the trip to Kyoto went a little beyond his expectations, the outcome was still within his control.

It makes no sense to bring in European and American capital while leaving out our own people.

Chen Mo never intended to eat alone, nor would he ever do so.

He slowly walked into the lobby, and the elevator went up.

Taichu Capital is not crowded yet, but as the net asset value of Taichu No. 1 breaks through 1.7, more and more people are actively seeking it out.

The receptionist saw Chen Mo and immediately stood up.

"Mr. Chen."

Chen Mo nodded.

Zhao Qiang quickly came out of his office to greet him.

He had clearly lost weight recently, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He was also holding a newly printed net worth report in his hand.

"Mr. Chen, you've finally arrived."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his voice again.

"President Xu called again last night, saying that someone has been trying to find out about Taichu No. 2 through connections. I'm almost at my breaking point."

Chen Mo walked into the office and took off his coat.

"Primordial II will do it."

Zhao Qiang's eyes lit up.

"Really open?"

"open."

Chen Mo sat down.

"But it's not a typical private equity product."

Zhao Qiang was stunned.

Chen Mo didn't go into too much detail.

"It is a special case. It is not offered to the public, is not advertised, and does not accept external subscriptions."

"The funds will not go into Taichu Capital's account; we only provide strategy research, risk control advice, and advisory services."

Zhao Qiang's brows furrowed as he listened.

He's not stupid; these words, taken together, are enough to explain a lot.

"The money on top?"

Chen Mo glanced at him.

Zhao Qiang immediately shut up.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

He reacted quickly.

Chen Mo nodded.

"I will personally oversee the process of assembling this organization."

"You are responsible for stabilizing the existing team at the Primordial Beginning; there can be no problems with Primordial Beginning One."

Zhao Qiang nodded quickly.

"clear."

Chen Mo got up and walked to the French windows.

Across from the IFC, the traffic is dense, like a thin black river.

Taichu Capital currently occupies only one floor of the IFC building.

It was enough before, but not now.

"Buy this entire floor."

Zhao Qiang was taken aback.

"purchase?"

"Um."

Chen Mo turned around.

"Buy the upstairs too."

Zhao Qiang's lips twitched; this was just like President Chen's style.

When other companies expand, they first ask about rent, budget, and cash flow.

He bought the building directly.

"What are you doing upstairs?"

"Primordial II Daily Operations"

Chen Mo said, "Independent access control, independent meeting room, independent archives, and independent risk control system."

"It is physically isolated from Primordial One, and its personnel are also isolated. They cannot be used interchangeably."

Zhao Qiang's expression turned serious.

"clear."

"In addition, we need to find a group of people specializing in compliance, risk control, transaction records, and information security."

Chen Mo paused.

"Keep a clean background and keep your mouth shut."

Zhao Qiang picked up his notebook and quickly wrote it down.

"And the compensation?"

"Give us twice the market rate," Chen Mo said. "Don't skimp on necessary expenses."

"Primordial II is not allowed to have any low-level problems."

Zhao Qiang nodded.

He vaguely realized that from this day forward, Taichu Capital was no longer an ordinary private equity firm.

It was pushed to a larger table.

……

At 5 p.m., Chen Mo returned to Yujintai.

The 35-story apartment was very quiet; once the door was closed, the noise of the city outside was immediately shut out.

He tossed his coat onto the sofa and stood in front of the French windows for a while.

The weather in Kyoto wasn't great; the distant buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, layer upon layer.

Just then, his phone vibrated. Chen Mo opened it and saw that it was a file sent by Xu Qing.

The supplementary guidelines for the procurement and management of business jets were accompanied by a message.

"Mr. Chen, based on the Gulfstream G650 and Bombardier Global series you mentioned, I have compiled information on domestic purchase, overseas registration, managed operations, crew configuration, route application, maintenance support, and common cost ranges."

"If it's convenient for you, I can report to you in person, so that some details can be explained more clearly."

Chen Mo opened the file.

The content was more detailed than he had expected.

Gulfstream G650, Bombardier Global 7000, Dassault Falcon series.

Different aircraft models have varying ranges, cabin space, delivery cycles, resale market prices, and management fees.

Other common tactics used by domestic business jet agencies include adding management costs after providing a low initial quote, and a lack of transparency regarding aircraft configuration.

Slow response time for route applications and excessively long maintenance and spare parts cycles.

She even listed out the salary range for private jet flight attendants, confidentiality agreement templates, and etiquette requirements.

Xu Qing was indeed very dedicated. She knew this might be her only chance to transcend social classes in her life. She used a lot of connections and put in a lot of effort, and even barely slept a wink all night.

After reviewing the documents, Chen Mo forwarded a copy to Lin Wan.

"Have a professional check it."

Lin Wan quickly replied, "Received. Should I contact Gulfstream and Bombardier's Asia offices?"

"No need for now, let's do it after the test is complete."

Just after I replied to the message, Xu Qing sent another one.

"Mr. Chen, have you finished reading?"

A few seconds later, another message appeared.

"If there's anything missing in the information, I can add more."

A dozen seconds later.

"I'm in Kyoto today, I can go there anytime."

Chen Mo looked at the screen.

Xu Qing's little scheme is not hard to see, which is understandable and only human nature.

However, Chen Mo didn't want to give her too many false impressions right now.

He only replied with one sentence.

"The information has been received. We will wait for the professional team to verify it."

After the message was sent, there was a long silence on the other end.

Xu Qing sat on the edge of the bed in her hotel room, her phone screen still lit up.

She stared at the line of text for a long time.

She looked down at her exquisite makeup and figure-hugging suit, and suddenly felt a pang of inexplicable disappointment.

Outside the window was a hotel near Kyoto Airport. In the reflection of the glass, her uniform jacket was hanging on the back of the chair, and her name tag was still pinned to her collar.

Xu Qing took a soft breath and placed her phone face down on the bed.

It's okay, at least he replied.

……

Royal Golden Platform.

Chen Mo had just put his phone down when it rang again.

Lu Jingyi.

"Have you met my dad yet?"

"Um."

"How is it?"

"Fortunately, your dad is quite kind."

Chen Mo walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of water.

Lu Jingyi asked nervously, "Did my mom say anything inappropriate?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and then said, "For example, age isn't an issue?"

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

Chen Mo could even hear Lu Jingyi's soft breathing.

Two seconds later, Lu Jingyi's voice came through again.

"I knew it."

She spoke very softly, as if she were squeezing it out from between her teeth.

"I knew she would say something like that."

Chen Mo, holding a water glass, leaned against the bar counter: "Aunt Gu is a very nice person."

Lu Jingyi said irritably, "She's just too nice, that's why she dares to say anything."

"So age really isn't a problem?"

"Chen Mo."

"Um?"

"You've gotten bolder and bolder lately."

Chen Mo chuckled.

"Maybe someone is backing me up."

On the other end of the phone, Lu Jingyi gave a soft hum.

"You really dare to take advantage of this. What, do you think you've got a get-out-of-jail-free card?"

Even though the signal was thousands of kilometers away, Chen Mo could clearly picture what she looked like at that moment.

She usually stands by the window, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, feigning aloofness while her ears are burning.

"It's not Aunt Gu who's backing us up," Chen Mo continued, "it's Bank Manager Lu."

The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped.

Lu Jingyi's voice was somewhat tense: "Did the closed-door meeting finalize the decision?"

"Okay, it's settled." Chen Mo turned around. "The whole thing will be finalized within three weeks. The funds won't go through public funds; it will be handled through a private agreement and independently managed."

"How many?"

One hundred.

Chen Mo spoke casually, but Lu Jingyi knew all too well the value behind those 10 billion yuan.

That's not just money; it's an entry ticket to the core circle of the national team, an absolute political endorsement, no less than an ancient get-out-of-jail-free card.

Even through the receiver, Chen Mo could feel the intense turmoil in her heart.

After a long while, a soft laugh came from the phone.

Her laughter carried a pride that she herself was unaware of.

"Sure, Mr. Chen." Lu Jingyi's voice became languid again. "With your current status and wealth, all the socialites in Beijing's elite circles would probably be lining up to throw themselves at you."

"Why does Mr. Lu sound a bit jealous about what he's saying?"

"Chen Mo! Don't flatter yourself. Do you think I can't do anything to you just because I'm not in the country right now?"

"no."

"You'd better not have it."

Lu Jingyi snorted.

Chen Mo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and asked, "How's things going with Creation?"

"The fund documents are almost finalized."

Lu Jingyi also got back to business.

"Grant, Merrill Lynch, Goldman Sachs, and Morgan Stanley have all confirmed their intention to subscribe in the first round. The European family offices and those in the Middle East are still going through internal procedures."

"The legal structure in the United States is also being improved."

Chen Mo hummed in agreement.

Lu Jingyi continued, "You'd better write out the first version of the rules for Primordial Beginning II tonight."

"I'm going to write."

"Send me a copy when you're done writing it."

"You want to see it too?"

"certainly."

Lu Jingyi said, "What you're dealing with now isn't an ordinary sum of money. Any ambiguity in the rules could be used against you later."

"Let me take a look for you."

Chen Mo felt a slight warmth in his heart.

"Sister Jingyi."

"Um?"

Are you worried about the rules, or are you worried about me?

There was silence again on the other end of the phone.

This time, Lu Jingyi did not immediately refute.

After a moment, she said softly, "Yes, I have both."

Chen Mo rubbed his neck and said, "Then I'll send it to you when I'm done writing it."

"Um."

Lu Jingyi paused, then asked, "Where are you staying tonight?"

"Golden Tower."

"one person?"

"Um."

Don't stay up too late.

"The same to you."

"It's still early here."

"Not much difference."

"You dare to tell me what to do now?"

Age is not a problem.

A very soft grinding sound came from the other end of the phone.

The next second, the call was disconnected.

Chen Mo looked at his phone screen and finally couldn't help but laugh.

A few seconds later, a message popped up on WeChat.

Lu Jingyi: "If you mention that again, I'll deal with you when we get back to China."

Chen Mo thought for a moment and replied with a single word.

"wait."

After the message was sent, there was no reply for a long time.

However, the chat box always displays "The other party is typing".

Chen Mo placed his phone face down on the table and turned to walk towards the study.

A stack of blank papers was already laid out on the table.

Chen Mo picked up his pen and wrote four characters on the first page.

Defend internally and attack externally.