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

The morning sunlight streamed through the mottled glass windows, falling perfectly on the corner of the last row of the classroom.

Chen Mo stuffed his schoolbag into his desk and sat down quietly.

As he sat down, several boys around him subconsciously moved their chairs forward, as if he carried some kind of contagious disease.

This undisguised rejection, within the somewhat closed-off county high school, was the most direct warning to a transfer student from a rural town.

Chen Mo paid no attention to these little actions. He leaned back in his chair quietly, his gaze sweeping over the young yet vaguely familiar faces. Memories from his past life, long buried, flashed through his mind like frames from an old film reel.

On this day in my past life, my start in this class was nothing short of disastrous.

Because he spoke Mandarin with a rural accent, and because of his canvas shoes that had come unglued, he became the target of ridicule from a few troublemakers in the class.

Textbooks were deliberately hidden, water was poured on the seat, and errands to buy water were not paid for...

All sorts of subtle bullying and exclusion, like a dull knife cutting flesh, completely shattered a boy's self-esteem.

Long-term repression and low self-esteem caused him to have no interest in studying.

Ultimately, he did terribly in the college entrance examination that year and didn't even get into a regular second-tier university.

Later, his parents scraped together another 10,000 yuan and managed to get him into a repeat class.

During his year of retaking the college entrance exam, Chen Mo was like a walking corpse, studying desperately until he finally got into a 985 university in another province, where he was assigned to the finance major.

After graduation, he joined a well-known private equity firm and worked as a financial worker for three years.

During those three years, he witnessed the deceit and treachery of the capital market, was manipulated by his superiors, and was treated like a dog by his clients. It was in that extremely distorted and high-pressure environment that he completely transformed.

Resign and go solo.

Driven by extreme obsession and the methods he learned in private equity, he plunged headlong into the treacherous A-share market, embarking on a decades-long, bloody journey as a speculative investor.

"call--"

Chen Mo gently exhaled a breath of stale air, pulling his thoughts back to the present.

He turned his head slightly to look at the reflection in the windowpane.

In fact, Chen Mo is very good-looking.

He inherited his father's height and his mother's delicate features; even in his senior year of high school, he was already approaching 1.8 meters tall.

Because he grew up doing farm work in the countryside, his physique is not as weak as those bookworms who only study. On the contrary, he has broad shoulders and firm, powerful muscles, making him a typical sunny and handsome man.

Unfortunately, in his past life, he always habitually hunched over, with his eyes lowered, and his cheap, worn-out clothes completely obscured his brilliance.

However, even when Chen Mo is just sitting there casually, his spine is ramrod straight.

A refined demeanor is a man's best attire.

Chen Mo's gaze casually swept over the mountain of books, finally landing on the slender figure by the window in the third row.

Looking at the girl quietly reading, Chen Mo felt an overwhelming sense of regret.

In my past life, after the midterm exams in the first semester of my senior year of high school, the homeroom teacher rearranged the seating to help the better students.

Fate loves to play tricks. He, who was last in the class, was assigned to be the deskmate of Su Qingyan, who was first in the class.

At that time, Chen Mo was insecure to the core.

Faced with his classmate who exuded a cool and aloof aura, like a proud daughter of heaven, he drew a line on the table, not daring to cross it even half a step, and not daring to say a word to her.

But what is the reality?

Su Qingyan is not an iceberg at all.

When Chen Mo couldn't solve a math problem, she would quietly push a sheet of scratch paper filled with the solution steps towards him.

When he couldn't finish his breakfast, he would casually slip a clean loaf of bread into his drawer.

Even when Chen Mo was bullied by the troublemakers in the class, it was this girl, who usually wouldn't even raise her voice, who stood up and coldly rebuked those people.

It was a pure and innocent affection, the only ray of light to shine into Chen Mo's life during that dark senior year of high school.

Unfortunately, that timid country boy in his past life used his pride as a shield and missed out on this relationship that never even had a chance to begin.

It wasn't until long after he graduated from university that he learned that Su Qingyan had stayed until the very end of the class when filling out her college application.

Unfortunately, he didn't go that day.

"What are you daydreaming about? New guy."

A sudden voice interrupted Chen Mo's thoughts.

A boy in the front row with a perm and wearing Nike sneakers turned around, twirling an expensive fountain pen in his hand, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain: "Hey, country bumpkin, this back row is my territory. Keep your feet to yourself from now on, don't stick them under my chair, understand?"

This man is named Wang Hao. His family owns several internet cafes in the county town. He is a true second-generation rich kid and the culprit who led the bullying of Chen Mo in his previous life.

If it were Chen Mo from his previous life, he would definitely be blushing and timidly pulling his legs back right now.

But at the moment.

Chen Mo didn't even change his posture, looking up at Wang Hao.

After only two seconds of eye contact, Wang Hao's pen-twirling motion suddenly froze.

He felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason, but then he thought, "He's just a transfer student from the countryside, what's so scary about him?"

"What are you looking at? I'll deal with you after class!"

Wang Hao turned back, cursing and swearing, seemingly feeling that continuing to argue in class would be beneath his dignity.

Chen Mo didn't care at all.

The children's games couldn't even stir a ripple in his heart at this moment.

Wang Hao's childish provocation is utterly ridiculous.

He withdrew his gaze, calmed his thoughts, and quickly assessed his situation and available resources.

Both of her parents were doctors at the township health center in her hometown. Her father, Chen Jianguo, was a dental specialist, and her mother, Li Xiuyun, was a head nurse.

It sounds like a respectable dual-income family, but in the underdeveloped rural town, their income is still meager.

Besides supporting their family, the couple spent most of their salaries on their older sister Chen Jia's university tuition and living expenses.

My older sister is studying at a good university in Beijing, which is when her expenses are at their highest.

It's fair to say that they try to stretch every penny in their household to its limit.

To get him into the top class at the county's No. 1 high school, besides his parents' pitiful favors, they probably also spent a lot of their savings.

All their hopes were pinned on their son's final year of hard work, hoping he would get into a good university and change his destiny.

Stock market? Speculation?

In their eyes, it's no different from gambling, a wicked path that will absolutely ruin one's studies and future.

Let alone support, just mentioning it would probably cause a family upheaval and shatter all his unrealistic ideas.

Although his older sister loves him dearly, she also uses her own experience to earnestly advise him to study hard and not think about useless things.

To open an account, you need to be at least 18 years old and have your ID card.

He's still a few months away from his eighteenth birthday, and this path is blocked.

Borrowing from your parents? Don't even think about it.

Initial funding was extremely tight.

The twenty yuan in his pocket is probably all the property he can freely dispose of for the foreseeable future.

With this little money, even if you knew which stock would skyrocket, it would be meaningless.

He needs a reliable adult who is willing to work for him.

A name, a towering figure, clearly appeared in Chen Mo's mind.

Wei Shan.

He was three years older than him and lived at the west end of the same village.

He truly grew up eating manual labor. Standing at 1.95 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, his arms were thicker than Chen Mo's thighs. When he stood there, he was like an iron tower. He was taciturn, but his eyes were clear and honest.

Wei Shan had a hard life; his father died early, and he only had a sick old mother at home. They were dirt poor.

He dropped out of school before finishing elementary school. It wasn't that he didn't want to study, but he simply couldn't afford it. He had to help support his family by working in the fields and doing odd jobs—any dirty or strenuous work he could find.

Chen Mo will always remember that summer when Wei Shan carried his dying mother on his back and banged on the Chen family's gate in the middle of the night.

Without saying a word, his father, Chen Jianguo, put on his coat and got up to diagnose the condition. He diagnosed it as acute appendicitis, which had already become purulent and would have been dangerous if he had arrived any later.

Given the limited resources at the health center, Chen Jianguo immediately decided to send the patient to the county hospital that very night.

They took out all the cash the family had, and Wei Shan's mother, Li Xiuyun, secretly gave him a pair of bracelets that she had kept hidden away.

The surgery was successful, and the Chen family paid most of the medical expenses upfront.

Wei Shan, that honest and simple man, knelt down before Chen Jianguo in front of everyone in the courtyard with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground repeatedly. Tears streaming down his face, he said, "Uncle Chen, Aunt Xiuyun, Xiao Mo, I, Wei Shan, will repay your kindness with my life, even if I have to do anything for you!"

He wasn't just saying it.

After that, whenever Chen Mo's family had any heavy work to do, such as carrying water, chopping wood, or repairing the roof, Wei Shan would always be the first to appear silently. After finishing the work, he would give Chen Mo a drink of water and then leave without saying much.

Chen Mo went to junior high school in town and would come back on weekends. Sometimes you could run into him at the village entrance. Wei Shan would give him a simple and honest smile and give him two still-warm boiled eggs, saying they were laid by his own chickens.

Later, Chen Mo went to a more distant place, and contact gradually decreased.

But after he made his fortune in the stock market in his previous life, he never forgot his childhood friend.

After making inquiries, he learned that Wei Shan had gone to a construction site in the south, so he asked someone to arrange a relatively easy supervisory position for him, which increased his income several times over.

Every time Wei Shan received a remittance, he would send a thank-you text message, filled with gratitude and unease, feeling that he hadn't done anything and didn't deserve so much money.

Before Chen Mo went to Africa, he originally wanted to bring Wei Shan with him. With this guardian deity by his side, his safety would be absolutely guaranteed.

Unfortunately, Wei Shan's passport and visa were stuck and couldn't be processed.

Chen Mo regretted this for a long time.

Chen Mo's eyes flickered slightly.

Wei Shan is undoubtedly the best candidate.

He was an adult, strong, loyal, and knew Chen Mo inside and out. Moreover, he almost never questioned Chen Mo's words and always kept his word.

More importantly, Wei Shan should be working odd jobs in the county town or on a nearby construction site right now, so it shouldn't be difficult to find him.

As for the initial capital...

Chen Mo's gaze swept across the classroom again, passing over the students wearing brand-name shoes and using the latest mobile phones, and finally landing on the faintly visible signs of internet cafes and game arcades outside the window.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the desk, his brain working at an unprecedented speed, filtering through all the opportunities that might exist in this small county town around 2014 to quickly make his first pot of gold.

Formal channels are too slow and also subject to restrictions.

What about those information gaps that operate in a gray area but can be exploited risk-free by relying on prophetic insight and a forward-thinking perspective?

A fortune is within reach, but he must first clear the initial mile.

The bell for the morning exercise session rang abruptly, interrupting Chen Mo's thoughts.

The classroom suddenly became noisy as students pushed and shoved their way out.

Wang Hao, accompanied by two followers, deliberately moved slowly to Chen Mo's desk, crossed his arms, and glanced at him sideways:

"Hey country bumpkin, we've got a chat with you in the woods behind the playground. If you're a man, don't back down."

After saying that, without waiting for Chen Mo's reply, she swayed her shoulders and walked out arrogantly.

Several nearby classmates cast sympathetic or amused glances at him.