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

When he saw Chen Mo push open the door and enter, claiming to be the "Silent Scythe," his first reaction was that he felt he had been tricked.

How could a 17 or 18-year-old high school student possibly be the top speculative investor who wields immense influence in the stock market?

But Chen Mo crushed his pride in just ten minutes.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Chen Mo immediately turned on his computer, pulled up his original transaction records, and ruthlessly reviewed Zhao Qiang's recent few trades that had resulted in significant losses:

"Your entry points rely too heavily on technical charts, ignoring the resonance between macroeconomic liquidity and market sentiment cycles. In a market where there's only capital at stake, this isn't called limit-up trading; it's just letting the big players take over your positions. Your understanding of the market is completely mismatched with your market intuition."

Faced with this overwhelming logical analysis and the solid personal net worth of tens of millions, Zhao Qiang was completely convinced.

He was a gambler who admired the strong at heart. When he discovered that the young man in front of him had a vision and financial resources that were as unfathomable as a vast ocean, he did not hesitate at all and decided to follow him on the spot.

After recruiting this formidable general, Chen Mo immediately took Zhao Qiang and flew straight to Kyoto.

This is the political and financial heart of the country. If we want to build a future capital empire, we must start from the very top.

At the Kyoto Bureau of Industry and Commerce, Chen Mo registered a company without any delays, directly using the expedited process.

Company Name: Taichu.

In the beginning, there was nothing, nothing, yet it was the origin of all the universe and capital.

Holding the brand-new business license, Chen Mo led Zhao Qiang to the Kyoto International Finance Center, where land is incredibly valuable.

Here, even a small executive office of a few dozen square meters has an exorbitantly high rent.

Chen Mo checked the balance in his bank card. He had previously spent 500,000 yuan to support his uncle and 100,000 yuan to give to Wei Shan. Now, he only had 400,000 yuan left in cash flow.

"Boss, we're just starting out. How about we rent a place in a more remote tech park first?" Zhao Qiang swallowed hard as he looked at the exorbitant rental prices at the IFC. "If we throw all 400,000 into it just to pay the deposit and quarterly rent, we won't even have enough left to buy a high-end office computer."

"No need." Chen Mo's eyes were cold and hard as he swiped his card and signed the rental contract.

"Since the Taichu brand has been put up, it must be placed in the most iconic financial center. In the capital circle, your image is your confidence. The more you appear to be short of money, the more others will look at you as if you were a piece of fat meat."

Holding the office building keys, Chen Mo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the currently empty office, which overlooked the entire bustling CBD of Kyoto, and turned to look at Zhao Qiang beside him.

"Old Zhao, I've spent all 400,000. Now it's up to you."

Chen Mo methodically assigned tasks: "For the next two weeks, you stay here and are responsible for setting up the framework of Taichu. Recruit people—traders, risk managers, macro researchers—not the mediocre ones who can only recite from books. I want the best, the wolves who dare to fight tooth and nail in the stock market!"

Seeing Zhao Qiang's hesitant expression, Chen Mo knew he was worried about funding, so he patted him on the shoulder and reassured him:

"You can negotiate a deferred payment for the initial office supplies and headhunting fees, or you can use your own money to cover them first. Don't worry, in mid-October, I will directly transfer the first sum of 20 million into the company's corporate account as the initial ammunition for Taichu's proprietary trading platform."

"Your task is to have a team ready for me the moment the funds arrive. Can you do that?"

Facing Chen Mo's trusting gaze, Zhao Qiang felt his blood boil instantly.

From a small retail investor who kept hitting walls, he suddenly became a veteran of an investment company with the authority to trade 20 million yuan in real money. This incredible opportunity and the gratitude he received ignited an unprecedented fervor in his eyes.

"Don't worry, boss!" Zhao Qiang straightened his back, his eyes like those of a beast about to be unleashed. "By mid-October, I will definitely have assembled a top-notch team for you!"

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction.

If you count the time, the National Day holiday is already halfway over.

The arrangements for the provincial capital's younger uncle and Bian Xuezhang, the Taichu Company in Kyoto, and Zhao Qiang, the future head of speculative capital, have all been completed.

However, Chen Mo knew in his heart that the timing of his rebirth was not optimistic. He was far from being able to take a bite out of capital in this bloody game.

October 5th, 3 PM.

After leaving the IFC, Chen Mo hailed a taxi and headed straight to Kyoto Institute of Technology in Haidian District.

Compared to the steel jungle of the CBD, filled with money and desire, the late autumn on the university campus is exceptionally peaceful.

The ginkgo leaves on both sides of the road have turned yellow and are falling softly in the breeze, the air filled with the purity and vitality unique to the ivory tower.

Chen Mo walked along the tree-lined path, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Feed? Xiao Mo?" A clear, slightly surprised female voice came from the other end of the phone. It was Chen Mo's older sister, Chen Jing.

"Sis, I'm under the ginkgo tree on the main road south of your school. Let's meet." Chen Mo's voice softened unconsciously.

"What?! You've come all the way to Kyoto?!" Chen Jing's voice instantly rose eight octaves, filled with undisguised shock. "Are you crazy? Running around like this during such a crucial time as your senior year of high school! Didn't Mom break your legs?! Don't move, I'm coming down right now!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo smiled helplessly.

In her past life, her older sister Chen Jing was always the pride of the family. She was admitted to a top university and got a good job in a state-owned enterprise after graduation.

When I was in college, I got into the stock market. My sister gave me 100,000 yuan that she had saved from her part-time job to try it out. In the end, I lost everything. Instead of blaming me, my sister comforted me and told me to just consider it tuition. She said that she would support me as my sister in the future.

This blood-is-thicker-than-water kinship will forever be etched in Chen Mo's heart.

"call--"

A gentle autumn breeze swept by, and golden ginkgo leaves twirled and fell.

Chen Mo pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned his gaze toward the exit of the girls' dormitory building.

Less than five minutes later, two young girls, hand in hand, came running out quickly.

The girl walking on the left was wearing a slightly faded light gray sweatshirt and old jeans, with a pair of very ordinary canvas shoes on her feet.

She had her hair tied in a neat high ponytail, and because she had run so fast, a few strands of hair clung to her fair forehead, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

With delicate and bright features, she resembled a vibrant little chili pepper, exuding a unique boldness and stubbornness.

It was her older sister, Chen Jing.

When Chen Mo's gaze shifted slightly and landed on the woman next to Chen Jing, his heart skipped a beat.

If Chen Jing is a fire full of human warmth, then the woman beside her is a still pool of autumn water that can instantly captivate anyone.

She was very tall, and her exquisitely tailored khaki long trench coat not only did not conceal her figure, but also perfectly outlined her proud and graceful curves.

Her long, slightly wavy hair was loosely tied up with an elegant ebony hairpin, with a few playful strands falling beside her fair and slender swan neck.

The most amazing thing was those thin-rimmed gold-wire glasses.

The nose bridge, perched on her straight nose, didn't give her any of the stiffness of a student; instead, it endowed her with an extremely charming intellect and gentleness.

Her eyes seemed to hold the stillness of spring water, quiet and composed, yet carrying a clear-headedness that could see through people's hearts.

Wen Zhixia.

The woman from his past life who never fought or competed, yet shielded him from all the hidden attacks when he was at his lowest point; the woman who, even when surrounded by enemies, would still quietly sit on the sofa and mend his shirt buttons; the woman who wasted her life for him until she was forty and never married.

"Chen Mo! You've got some nerve, haven't you?!"

Chen Jing's angry roar instantly shattered Chen Mo's memories.

She stormed up to Chen Mo, grabbed his ear, and her eyebrows shot up: "There are only a few months left until the college entrance exam! Why aren't you at home doing practice papers? What are you doing in Kyoto?! Does Mom know? Did you skip class again?!"

"Sister! Sister! Let go!" Chen Mo not only didn't dodge, but instead thoroughly enjoyed this long-lost bloodline suppression.

He smiled and pleaded, "I'm a grown man, at least 1.8 meters tall. Can't you give me some face in front of outsiders?"

"You still care about saving face? What about saving face when you handed in a blank paper?"

Chen Jing snorted and released her grip, but when she took a half step back and saw Chen Mo's outfit, she was instantly stunned.

A high-quality dark gray casual suit with an extremely close fit, no tie, and the collar of the white shirt slightly open.

The drape and stitching of the fabric were so impressive that even someone like Chen Jing, who knew nothing about luxury goods, could tell at a glance that this was definitely not a cheap, low-quality item.

What's even more surprising is Chen Mo's aura—he stood there with one hand in his pocket, his posture upright, his eyes deep, completely devoid of the timidity and rebelliousness of a high school student.

"Where...where did you get these clothes?" Chen Jing looked him up and down suspiciously, her voice tense. "Chen Mo, tell me honestly, have you gotten into some trouble outside? Or did you take out an online loan?!"

"Jingjing, don't panic."

A gentle voice, as soft as a spring breeze, rang out.

Wen Zhixia gently tugged at Chen Jing's sleeve, then turned her head and, through the lenses of her gold-rimmed glasses, scrutinized the boy in front of her with utmost seriousness.

Before going downstairs, she listened to Chen Jing complain all the way, saying that her younger brother was a troublemaker who was going through a rebellious phase, had the worst grades, and made their mother angry every day.

But standing in front of her now was clearly a mature man who exuded composure and control.

Especially his eyes.

The moment Wen Zhixia and Chen Mo locked eyes, her heart inexplicably trembled.

It was a look filled with longing and tenderness.

She didn't understand why Chen Mo reacted this way to her on their first meeting.

"Hello, I'm your sister's roommate, Wen Zhixia." Wen Zhixia suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, generously extended her fair and slender right hand, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Chen Mo looked down at the hand.

In his past life, this hand had helped him through countless sleepless nights working on financial statements, and it had also wiped away his vomit when he went bankrupt and drank heavily.

He reached out and gently grasped Wen Zhixia's fingertips. The touch was slightly cool, like the smooth, warm texture of mutton-fat jade.

"Hello, Sister Zhixia. I'm Chen Mo. I often hear my sister mention you on the phone." Chen Mo's voice was deep and his tone was abrupt.

"You often mention me?" Wen Zhixia paused slightly, her smile widening. "Do you mean I'm a boring bookworm who always drags her to the library to save seats?"

"Of course not." Chen Mo looked into her eyes. "She said that Sister Zhixia is a very caring and trustworthy girl. Seeing is believing, and Sister Zhixia is even more beautiful than I imagined."

Upon hearing this, a faint blush almost imperceptibly crossed Wen Zhixia's fair cheeks.

She was an extremely intelligent girl. There were many wealthy young men pursuing her at school, and she had heard all sorts of sweet words.

For some reason, the way this high school student said those words, coupled with his unfathomable eyes, gave her an irresistible flutter.

"You smooth talker!" Chen Jing pulled Chen Mo aside, glared at him, and said, "Stop trying to get on my good side! Tell me quickly, where did you get the money to come to Kyoto? What's with your clothes?"

Chen Mo dropped his joking tone and looked at his anxious sister, his voice becoming extremely serious: "Sis, I did win the lottery before. I didn't tell Mom the full amount; I used the rest of the money to invest in the stock market with a knowledgeable industry veteran. Recently, I caught two stocks that hit their daily limit for the second consecutive day, leveraged them a bit, and made a fortune."

"The stock market?!" Chen Jing gasped, her face turning pale with shock. "Are you crazy! That place is a money-shredding machine that devours people without spitting out the bones! What do you, a high school student, know about stock charts and market indices?! Withdraw your money right now!"

"I've already withdrawn, it's safe to take the profits." Chen Mo knew that explaining to his sister would be like casting pearls before swine, so he simply proved it in the simplest way.

He pulled a brand-new, top-of-the-line iPhone out of his pocket, still in its original packaging, and shoved it into the pocket of Chen Jing's faded hoodie.

"Here, this phone is a National Day gift for you. Your crappy Android phone is so slow that it takes forever to even scan a QR code; you should have replaced it a long time ago."

Chen Mo pressed down on Chen Jing's hand, which was trying to take out her phone and return it, and continued:

"Also, I know you didn't touch a single penny of the 50,000 yuan that was deposited into your account after the lottery last time. You've been saving it all for me, right? Sis, look at the hoodie you're wearing, the cuffs are all faded from washing."

Chen Mo sighed softly, "Our family really doesn't need money now. Don't work part-time at the cafeteria anymore; spend all your time preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam. Just remember, even if the sky falls, your brother will hold it up for you."

Chen Jing stood there blankly, feeling the heavy outline of the cardboard box in her pocket.

She didn't dare touch a single penny of that 50,000 yuan, and even changed the password to Chen Mo's birthday, just in case the kid needed the money urgently one day.

But at this moment, looking at her younger brother who was not only half a head taller than her but also suddenly became sensible, Chen Jing felt a sudden pang of sadness and her eyes instantly reddened.

"You...you really didn't lie to me? In a place like the stock market, you really managed to get out unscathed?" Chen Jing sniffed, her voice still tinged with fear.

"You got a clean refund, not a penny less, and the principal plus interest is all here." Chen Mo gave her a reassuring smile.

Wen Zhixia, standing half a step away, quietly watched this scene.

As a girl from a scholarly family with an extremely sensitive mind, Wen Zhixia has a keen eye for people.

She had initially suspected that this high school student might have gone astray, but Chen Mo in front of her had a unique temperament and spoke with confidence, which made people feel good about him involuntarily. He didn't seem like a senior high school student at all.

"Jingjing, since Xiaomo has said so, just accept it."

Wen Zhixia spoke softly, handing over a tissue with a faint fragrance, and wiped Chen Jing's eyes. "Your brother has grown up now, he's a real man, you should be happy for him."

Chen Mo turned his head, his gaze meeting Wen Zhixia's gentle eyes in the air.