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

For several days in a row, the market suffered a severe setback, and the outside world was filled with cries of despair.

Taichu Capital's phone rang almost non-stop.

Someone called to ask when the Taichu No. 3 would open.

Someone used their connections to ask Chen Mo for a meeting.

Some people are still not giving up and want Taichu Capital to give a prediction of the future market.

But Chen Mo was too lazy to pay attention to these things. After finalizing the specific investment strategy for Taichu No. 2, he gave the employees of Taichu No. 1 a long vacation until mid-July.

He was also preparing to return to the western province, as his college entrance examination results were about to be released.

However, before that, Chen Mo had one more thing to do.

Today, Huaguo Bank sent me a confirmation message.

The stock index futures account has been cleared.

Apart from the ten million yuan personal reward transferred to Zhao Qiang, the remaining funds have all entered Chen Mo's private account at a Chinese bank.

A little over 800 million.

Chen Mo glanced at the text message, then opened WeChat and scrolled to Xu Qing's profile picture.

After that last time, the clever flight attendant never bothered him again, only sending a few polite greetings during holidays.

Chen Mo thought for a moment and sent a message.

"Is it convenient for you lately?"

……

It's 8:30 p.m. in the provincial capital.

Jinlan Top-Tier Club, Room 308 (Luxury Suite).

The private room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol.

Xu Qing sat alone in the corner near the door, her fair fingers holding a wine glass, her stomach burning as if a raging fire was raging inside her.

She's already drunk quite a bit today.

Red and white, mixed together.

At first, she was able to barely maintain a smile.

The figures in front of me are starting to look blurry.

"Xiao Xu, I'm not trying to criticize you, but young people shouldn't be so rigid in their thinking."

In the main seat, Manager Liu from the airline's support department, with his protruding belly, was puffing out cigarette smoke while greedily staring at her.

Beside him sat several bald, middle-aged men from his partner companies, their faces greasy, bursting into grating, vulgar laughter.

Xu Qing leaned weakly against the back of the sofa. If it weren't for the two sisters and several flight attendants beside her, these leaders would have already lost their temper.

She didn't actually want to come, but the leader made it very clear.

"Xu Qing, you've been getting a lot of complaints about first class lately. Platinum card customer Mr. Meng has once again singled you out by name, saying you have low professional ethics and are treating passengers differently."

"The company's senior management has already intervened on your behalf, out of consideration for me. Tonight, Mr. Wang and several major clients are present. With you here, there's still room for discussion behind the scenes."

"If you don't come... you'll have to think twice about your future scheduling and promotion to chief flight attendant in the second half of the year."

Xu Qing certainly knew what this meant.

She also knew that she didn't have many options left.

The 100,000 yuan that Chen Mo transferred to her last time made her life much easier.

They paid off some of the family's debts.

The credit card hole was covered.

Finally, I don't have to worry about checking my account balance every day anymore.

But that money didn't really change her situation.

Her vampire-like parents at home were still calling endlessly demanding money, and her boss at work was still hinting that she should be more sensible.

Even the boss Meng, who deliberately made things difficult for her in first class, after learning that she didn't have any powerful connections, sent another harsh, real-name complaint against her platinum card when she flew again.

The company doesn't care about the dignity and truth of a low-level flight attendant; they only care about the anger of their platinum card customers.

During this period, Xu Qing opened Chen Mo's WeChat chat box countless times.

type.

delete.

Hit again.

Delete it again.

She wanted to ask, "Mr. Chen, does the opportunity you mentioned before still stand?"

But each time, she held back.

She was afraid of being too cheap.

She was afraid Chen Mo would think she was still not satisfied even after receiving 100,000.

What I fear even more is that after I send it, the other party won't reply at all, or I might even have been blocked.

That would mean losing even the last shred of dignity.

"Xu Qing! The boss is talking to you, what are you daydreaming about?!"

Manager Liu's somewhat displeased rebuke abruptly pulled her from her reverie.

Xu Qing shuddered, forcing herself to lift her pale face: "No, Manager Liu... I feel a little dizzy."

The middle-aged man, referred to as Boss Wang, emboldened by alcohol, leaned over and placed his calloused hands on the edge of the table in front of Xu Qing, pouring her a full glass of baijiu and forcefully pushing it towards her.

"Xiao Xu, for those of you in the aviation service industry, the most important thing is service awareness."

"Manager Liu is here today and has taken care of everything for you. I, Wang, have offered you this generous gift of sincerity. You can't possibly refuse, can you?"

Xu Qing looked at the cup, her fingers stiffening slightly.

She really couldn't drink anymore.

"Mr. Wang, I can't hold my liquor well..."

"You can practice if you can't hold your liquor."

The man smiled and pushed the cup toward her.

"It's just a glass of wine."

"Young man, don't be such a spoilsport."

"Your leaders are all here."

Several older men around him began to stir up trouble with ill intentions, and Manager Liu looked particularly grim, his eyes full of warnings and threats.

Xu Qing's heart sank into an ice cellar.

She reached out with trembling hands, just as she brought the wine glass to her bloodless lips, when her phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.

The screen lights up.

Chen Mo: Are you available recently?

Xu Qing seemed to have been electrocuted.

My hazy consciousness instantly cleared a bit.

She stared at the message, her eyes almost instantly turning red.

Chen Mo.

He actually took the initiative to message her.

"Who is it? Checking up on things in the middle of the night?"

Someone nearby noticed her reaction and came over to look.

Xu Qing immediately covered the phone.

"It's nothing! It's a call from home!" Xu Qing put down her wine glass, clutched her phone to her chest, and stood up abruptly: "Excuse me, everyone... I'm going to the restroom."

Manager Liu waved his hand dismissively, his face grim: "Come back quickly, don't spoil Mr. Wang's fun."

Xu Qing nodded, stood up while holding onto the edge of the table, staggered open the door of the private room, and rushed into the corridor.

As soon as she stepped out of that door, the pent-up grievances, fear, and the aftereffects of alcohol that had been building up for months surged up at once. Her legs went weak, and she leaned her back against the cold marble wall, gasping for breath.

Her fingers trembled violently as she swiped to open WeChat.

She wanted to call: Mr. Chen, I'm currently socializing.

He wanted to call again: Mr. Chen, I'm fine.

But looking at the disgusting laughter faintly coming from the crack in the compartment door, and thinking about the purser's qualification that was about to be revoked and the endless complaints, she realized that...

At this moment, the girl, who had struggled and suffered greatly at the bottom of society, finally broke down completely.

She wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye, gritted her teeth, and typed a few words in the chat box: "Mr. Chen, please... can you help me?"

send.

The moment she sent those words, she felt as if she had lost all her strength and closed her eyes in exhaustion.

However, less than three seconds had passed.

Before she could even open her eyes, Chen Mo called!

Xu Qing was startled and quickly pressed the answer button, her voice trembling with tears: "Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen..."

At the Imperial Golden Terrace, Chen Mo's voice immediately turned serious upon hearing the soft female voice on the other end of the line: "Where are you?"

Xu Qing looked up and glanced at the sign: "It's...it's the Jinlan Club in west Province."

"Which private room?"

"308".

"Is it safe now?"

Just as Xu Qing was about to answer, the door to VIP room 308 was suddenly violently pushed open from the inside.

Manager Liu, with a sullen, chubby face, strode out with General Manager Wang, who reeked of alcohol.

"Xu Qing! What are you dawdling about making that phone call for?! Leaving President Wang all alone in there, do you want to quit your job?!"

When Manager Liu saw the tears in her eyes, he immediately scolded her with an extremely unpleasant expression.

Mr. Wang, standing nearby, suppressed his smile, his lecherous eyes sweeping over Xu Qing's curvaceous figure before he reached out to snatch the phone from her hand: "Little Xu, who are you chatting so enthusiastically with? You won't even give your older brother face. Can I listen in too?"

Xu Qing's face turned deathly pale. She clutched her phone to her chest in terror, pressing herself tightly against the corner of the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

At that very second, on the other end of the phone, Chen Mo clearly heard the shouts and the old man's taunts in the corridor.

"Xu Qing, put your phone on speakerphone."

Xu Qing was slightly taken aback and almost instinctively pressed the speakerphone button.

The next second, a young voice suddenly rang out: "Who are you?"