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

In the following period, the two top institutions demonstrated an extremely terrifying level of capital efficiency to Chen Mo.

The legal teams from Shanghai Zexi and Shenzhen Jiuding flew overnight to the small county town, and a thick stack of unlimited joint and several liability agreements and private equity holding contracts were all signed on Sunday night.

Monday morning at 8:30.

When Chen Mo, carrying his schoolbag, stepped back into the classroom of the senior class at the county's No. 1 High School, he received a notification on his phone: the initial investment of 200 million yuan had been transferred to the designated management institution's account!

Back in his familiar third-row window seat, Chen Mo had barely sat down when he noticed that his deskmate, Su Qingyan, was giving him a strange look.

The girl wore a neat high ponytail today. Although she was still looking at her English textbook on the surface, her eyes kept glancing at Chen Mo out of the corner of her eye. The image of Chen Mo wearing a handmade suit and exuding a mature temperament kept flashing through her mind.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Mo asked casually as he tossed a few review materials onto the table.

"N-nothing." Su Qingyan quickly looked away like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, a barely perceptible blush rising to her ears. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her voice and reminded him, "Our teacher said during morning reading that this Thursday and Friday are the school-wide monthly exams before National Day. If you... if you hand in a blank paper again, he really will report it to the academic affairs office and expel you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo paused slightly as he turned the pages of the book.

The good news is that after getting through this monthly exam, there will be a seven-day National Day holiday, giving him plenty of free time to deal with the structural issues of the private equity firm.

The bad news is that the pledge he and his mother, Li Xiuyun, made is just around the corner.

If he fails to break into the top ten of his class this time, given his mother's personality, she will definitely turn against him and lock him in the house, confiscating all his electronic devices.

"Top ten in the class..."

Chen Mo rubbed his temples, forcibly suppressing the complex financial leverage and macroeconomic data in his mind, and opened a thick book of five years of college entrance examination simulations.

However, for his brain, which is filled with a huge amount of information for the next ten years or so, it is not difficult to pick up high school knowledge again.

But right now there is something more urgent than the monthly exam.

The opening auction ended at 9:25 a.m.

Using a tall stack of books as cover, Chen Mo opened the newly delivered institutional trading software on his phone from under the table.

On the screen, the available funds column clearly displayed: 200,000,000.00 yuan!

Including the nearly 30 million in his personal trust account, he now holds a staggering 230 million in real funds!

"The scale has changed, so the gameplay has to change too." Chen Mo stared at the screen, his eyes becoming very cautious.

In the past, when he only had a few million or tens of millions, he could act like an assassin, targeting a specific target and dumping all his funds at market price to ignite the price and seal the limit up, then moving on to a different location after each strike.

Because the market capitalization is small, even if major players see it, they won't bother to do anything about it, and might even go with the flow.

But now, it's a full two hundred million!

On the eve of National Day in 2014, apart from a few mega-cap stocks with market capitalizations of trillions of yuan, the daily trading volume of most stocks was only a few hundred million yuan.

If he dares to invest all his funds in one click like before, he will instantly trigger the exchange's abnormal activity alarm. He will not only be crushed by the big players in the bottom-level speculative funds, but also be directly targeted and destroyed by the "national team" funds. He will die without even knowing how he died!

"Since a large ship is hard to turn around, we can only be like a submarine in the deep sea, sneaking into the village quietly, without firing a shot."

Chen Mo's brain was working at lightning speed as he began searching through his vast memory database for the top-performing stocks of October 2014.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a piece of code—China Communications Construction Company.

This stock is currently in an extremely long and agonizing period of bottoming out, with the daily candlestick chart showing a completely flat and unchanging pattern.

But Chen Mo knew perfectly well that shortly after the National Day holiday, with the initial anticipation of the "Belt and Road" initiative taking hold, this behemoth would embark on a massive surge, multiplying several times over in just a few months!

"It's you."

The market officially opened at 9:30 a.m.

Chen Mo adopted the most classic and extremely patience-testing "secret accumulation" model used by institutional traders.

He broke down the 200 million yuan into smaller amounts using the software's built-in order splitting algorithm.

One hundred hands, three hundred hands, fifty hands...

Those extremely fragmented purchase orders, like spring rain falling at night, silently hung in various positions 1% to 2% below the surface.

Whenever retail investors or panicked funds dump sell orders on the market, these hidden buy orders will silently absorb the chips like a sponge.

Throughout the four classes that morning, Chen Mo was like a precise machine devoid of emotion.

On the podium, the physics teacher was passionately explaining the law of conservation of momentum, while below, Chen Mo's fingers were moving across the screen at an alarming rate, silently buying up 200 million yuan worth of shares in China Communications Construction Company under his control.

Chen Mo plans to complete the initial position building before National Day. Today, he entered a base position of nearly 40%, and will continue to enter the market in sequence. This will not have a significant impact on the trading volume, and will also minimize stock price fluctuations to avoid triggering the stop-loss line.

Su Qingyan, who was standing next to him, turned her head several times and saw Chen Mo with his brows furrowed and even a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

She had never seen Chen Mo so focused and tense. It was as if he wasn't holding a cell phone, but a detonator capable of igniting a nuclear bomb.

The midday session closed at 11:30 a.m.

Chen Mo let out a long breath, rubbed his sore wrists, and shook his stiff fingers.

Two whole hours of intense micro-management!

He glanced at the data in the backend: 200 million yuan in funds, 50 million yuan of which had already been successfully invested!

What pleased him most was that after acquiring such a large amount of shares, Huaguo Jiaojian's closing gain in the morning was firmly suppressed at 0.5%!

The intraday chart remained flat, and trading volume increased moderately, with no speculative funds or institutional investors noticing anything unusual.

"I'll slowly accumulate the remaining 3000 million after the market opens this afternoon. The position I had before the National Day holiday should be fully realized."

Chen Mo turned off his phone screen, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Are you...are you alright?" Su Qingyan's gentle voice suddenly came from beside her ear, along with a tissue that smelled faintly of oranges. "You've been sweating all morning, are you sick?"

Chen Mo opened his eyes and looked at his deskmate's cool, peach-blossom eyes, which showed a hint of concern, and smiled.

"It's nothing, I just did a really hard problem, it took a bit of my brainpower," Chen Mo said casually as he took the tissue.

"Nonsense, you've been playing on your phone all morning. Aren't you afraid of getting caught by the teacher again?" Su Qingyan reminded her in a low voice.

Chen Mo smelled the faint orange scent on the tissue and chuckled, "What's there to be afraid of? We can just take another seven days off. But thanks for keeping an eye on the front door for me the whole time."

Su Qingyan's cheeks flushed slightly, but she stubbornly retorted, "Who helped you? I was just looking at the blackboard. The monthly exam is coming up soon, shouldn't you be studying harder..."

Before he could finish speaking, class monitor Lin Yu suddenly walked in from outside, a hint of schadenfreude flashing in his eyes as he looked at Chen Mo: "Chen Mo, Teacher Liu wants you to go to her office. Now, immediately."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, glanced at Lin Yu's smug expression, and instantly understood what was going on.

In his eyes, these tricks of high school students tattling on each other and secretly sabotaging each other were as childish as playing in the mud.

Chen Mo ignored Lin Yu and got up to walk towards his office.

……

Inside the office.

Class teacher Liu Jianguo sat behind his desk, his face ashen. Seeing Chen Mo enter, he slammed his fingers heavily on the surface: "Chen Mo! You're back from a week's suspension, and on your first day of class, you're already causing trouble again! A classmate filed a formal complaint that you spent the whole morning playing on your phone under your desk. Do you really think the school won't dare expel you?!"

"Not only that," Liu Jianguo took a deep breath and announced his second decision in a firm tone, "pack your things this afternoon, move your seat, and don't sit with Su Qingyan anymore."

Chen Mo's originally calm eyes narrowed slightly.

The person who was reported for using his phone was most likely Lin Yuqian.

But changing seats is definitely not a simple matter.

Su Qingyan is a top student, while I am a poor student. The teacher had no objections when the seating arrangement was made, so why are we being forcibly separated today?

After a moment's thought, Chen Mo recalled the woman he had bumped into at the mall—Su Qingyan's mother, Chen Liqin, a leader in the county education bureau.

It seems that the high-ranking official's wife used her connections and power to put pressure on the principal, fearing that this "unknown youth from society" would corrupt her precious daughter.

Faced with the homeroom teacher's anger, Chen Mo did not argue, nor did he yell and shout like a typical troublesome teenager.

He pulled out the chair opposite Liu Jianguo's desk and sat down quite naturally.

This calm and collected demeanor, which seemed to take the initiative, made Liu Jianguo swallow the reprimand that was on the tip of his tongue.

"Ms. Liu, let's talk this out calmly." Chen Mo looked directly into his homeroom teacher's eyes. "I know you're also concerned about class discipline and college entrance exam pass rates. How about we make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?" Liu Jianguo asked instinctively, completely thrown off track by Chen Mo.

"If I don't get into the top ten in the class for this Thursday's monthly exam, you don't need to report it to the academic affairs office. I'll just drop out of school on my own initiative and won't cause you any trouble." Chen Mo held up one finger, his tone firm. "But if I do get into the top ten, I hope you can give me absolute freedom. From now on, whatever appears on my desk, or whatever I do in class, as long as it doesn't affect other students, you can pretend you don't see it."

"Top ten in the class?!" Liu Jianguo laughed angrily. "Chen Mo, you handed in a blank paper for the last monthly exam! Do you know how prestigious the top ten in our class are? They're guaranteed a spot in a top university!"

"Ms. Liu, submitting a blank paper doesn't mean I don't know how to do it," Chen Mo said sincerely but firmly. "Since I dared to gamble with my expulsion, I'm absolutely certain. For you, this is a win-win situation. If you win, you'll have another promising student in your class; if you lose, you can easily get rid of this troublemaker. No matter how you look at it, you're not at a disadvantage, are you?"

Looking at the young man with deep eyes and a composed demeanor, Liu Jianguo fell silent.

In his more than ten years of teaching, he had never seen a poor student dare to gamble with dropping out of school, let alone have such composure in the face of adversity.

Most importantly, Chen Mo hit the nail on the head—if a promising student for a top university could suddenly appear in the class, his year-end bonus and the selection for outstanding teacher would be guaranteed.

After a long silence, Liu Jianguo gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Fine! I'll give you this chance! If you can really get into the top ten, I'll turn a blind eye to your behavior from now on!"

"It's a deal." Chen Mo smiled slightly, stood up to leave, and then casually asked, "What about the seat arrangement?"

Liu Jianguo's expression instantly turned somewhat awkward and helpless.

He sighed and lowered his voice, saying, "Chen Mo, you're a smart kid too. There are some things you see through but don't say out loud."

Chen Mo nodded knowingly.

"However," Liu Jianguo looked at the seating chart and seemed to realize that Chen Mo's attitude had been very good and that he was somewhat in the wrong, "the single seat directly behind Su Qingyan is empty. You can move behind her; at least you won't be relegated to the last row of trash corners."

"Okay, I'll follow your arrangements. Thank you, Teacher Liu."

Chen Mo smiled indifferently, turned around and walked out of the office.