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

The next morning.

Primordial Assets.

The news of Xu Xiang's arrest was not completely suppressed.

Initially, only two financial tabloids used the vague phrase "a well-known private equity professional assisted in the investigation."

However, in less than an hour, trending topics and bullet comments flooded all major online platforms.

The former leader of the "limit-up daredevil team" is caught in another storm.

The Ghost Deal Behind the Billion-Dollar Primordial Era.

Subsequently, some people linked Taichu No. 4, Zexi's former subordinates, and several recent unusual transactions.

The report did not provide concrete evidence.

Every article repeatedly uses phrases like "according to sources familiar with the matter," "market rumors," and "still pending verification."

More and more information can be pieced together.

Taichu Asset Management's assets under management exceed 100 billion yuan.

There are suspected hundreds of billions of yuan in special funds behind Taichu No. 2.

The true leader in the beginning rarely appeared in public.

Some tabloids have even begun to suggest that this mysterious figure is very young, comes from the western province, and has close ties to the rapidly rising Star System.

The only thing missing is writing Chen Mo's name directly.

The front desk phone was ringing almost non-stop, and the young woman had a long face all over her face; she had never seen such a scene before.

Employees also began to privately inquire whether Number Four would be shut down.

There were also unfamiliar reporters waiting at the building entrance, taking photos of people coming in and out one by one.

Zhao Qiang didn't get a good night's sleep.

He walked into the office with the newly compiled public opinion materials.

"Mr. Chen, someone is deliberately piecing together several lines."

"First it was President Xu, then Tai Chu No. 4, then Tai Chu No. 2 and Xingchen Technology."

"At this rate, someone will probably identify you by this afternoon at the latest."

Chen Mo sat by the window.

He also came across various reports on his phone.

Several media outlets are small in scale, and there are also some foreign media from Southeast Asia, but they are basically spreading rumors and have not presented any substantial evidence.

This shows that they are still waiting for Chen Mo's reaction, and at the same time, they are unwilling to completely break off relations.

The results from Europe have not yet been sent back.

Just as Chen Mo was about to speak, his phone rang.

This is a number without any location information.

Qin Feng checked the incoming power line and then placed the phone in front of him.

"The call was routed through an overseas communication service, making it impossible to immediately verify the actual phone number."

Chen Mo pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Chen."

A strange man's voice came through the phone.

The other person sounded to be around forty years old and spoke politely.

"I apologize for disturbing you."

"My husband would like to meet with you."

"Who?"

"You'll know once we meet."

"You won't even say your name?"

The man didn't mind his coldness.

"The question of the beginning is related to what we're going to discuss tonight."

The office fell silent.

Zhao Qiang couldn't hear the contents of the phone call, but he saw the warmth in Chen Mo's eyes gradually disappear.

"time."

Chen Mo asked.

"7 PM tonight, Chang'an Club."

"You can bring security personnel; they will stay downstairs."

"Sir only wishes to speak with you alone for half an hour."

Chen Mo glanced at the public opinion report on the table; it seemed they were about to reveal their true intentions.

"it is good."

Chen Mo agreed.

"I will be there on time."

The phone hangs up.

Zhao Qiang couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chen, who called?"

"have no idea."

Chen Mo picked up his coat.

"But it's a good thing that someone who has been preparing for so long is finally willing to step out from behind the scenes."

............

6:40 PM.

Two black protective vehicles drove onto West Chang'an Avenue.

Night had already fallen over the capital.

Chang'an Club is located on a high floor of a building in Oriental Plaza.

Before the convoy entered the underground parking garage, Qin Feng and his team had already completed the external inspection.

Vehicle information for exits, fire lanes, elevators, and underground parking garages has been fully compiled.

The car door opened.

Wei Shan got off the bus first.

He was wearing a dark suit, and his broad shoulders and back almost stretched the fabric taut.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, he opened the back door for Chen Mo.

"Brother Mo, Captain Qin is downstairs."

"I'll go up with you."

Chen Mo nodded.

The two took a private elevator to the clubhouse floor.

A young woman in a black suit was already waiting at the elevator entrance.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Shen is waiting for you inside."

"Which Mr. Shen?"

The woman maintained her standard smile.

"You'll understand when you see it."

She led the two of them deep into the corridor.

Four security guards stood outside the private room.

One of them reached out and stopped Wei Shan.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen only invited Mr. Chen."

Wei Shan ignored him and only looked at Chen Mo.

"Wait for me at the door."

"clear."

The door to the private room slowly opened.

There was no multi-person negotiation as I had imagined.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of the nightscape of Chang'an Avenue.

A man in his thirties was sitting at a small round table.

He was wearing a dark gray suit, a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, and a pot of tea in front of him.

When the man saw Chen Mo come in, he didn't get up, but just pointed to the seat opposite him.

"Mr. Chen."

"Younger than I imagined."

Chen Mo sat down opposite him.

"What's your name?"

"Shen Zhuo."

The man poured him a cup of tea.

"We make some financial investments at home."

Chen Mo had never heard of this name, but he had heard of the Shen family in the capital.

"Taichu has recently encountered some trouble."

Shen Zhuo picked up the teacup and slowly blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water.

"President Chen must be very anxious."

"fine."

"Xu Xiang has been taken away, trading of Taichu No. 4 has been suspended, and products worth hundreds of billions are undergoing verification."

"The media will soon find out your real identity again."

Shen Zhuo looked up at Chen Mo.

"You call this 'okay'?"

"If Mr. Shen invited me here just to summarize the news for me, I've already heard it all." Chen Mo didn't touch the tea in front of him. "Let's get down to business."

A hint of displeasure flashed across Shen Zhuo's eyes.

In his circle in Beijing, he rarely encountered anyone speaking to him in this tone.

Moreover, the person sitting opposite him was just a young man.

Remembering the instructions he had received before coming, he managed to suppress his emotions.

"Mr. Chen is a smart man. Taichu is developing too fast and has already blocked the way for many people."

"The problems Xu Xiang left behind are not something you can completely eradicate for him."

"Now someone is willing to help you contain the situation to Primordial Four and prevent it from spreading further."

Chen Mo asked, "What are the conditions?"

"First, Xu Xiang withdrew from Tai Chu, and Number Four was handed over to an independent team for liquidation."

"Second, Primordial II will select a new strategic advisor. Primordial can continue to participate, but it can no longer monopolize the role."

"third."

Shen Zhuo picked up his teacup, and a slight smile finally appeared on his lips.

"Twenty percent of the subscription quota for Genesis II will be allocated to designated domestic institutions."

"In exchange, Xu Xiang's problems will not implicate Tai Chu, and reports about your identity will disappear from the market."

It seems that each item falls on Chen Mo's most important interests at the moment.

But Chen Mo showed no surprise; he only asked one question.

"Who can guarantee that?"

"What?"

"Xu Xiang was taken away by investigators, and the authority of Taichu No. 4 was suspended by the cooperating securities firm and relevant departments."

Chen Mo looked at him.

"After I accept these conditions, who will sign off on them? Who will restore my access? And who can guarantee that the investigation won't escalate further?"

"Of course someone will handle it."

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Chen doesn't need to know that much detail."

"The replacement of the strategic advisor for Primordial II requires a new vote from all participating institutions."

Chen Mo continued to ask.

Which participant do you represent?

"This is just a preliminary plan."

"Genesis II has not yet officially started fundraising."

"By what entity did the designated institution you mentioned subscribe through? Did the funds originate domestically or internationally? Will it pass the anti-money laundering review by the platform?"

Shen Zhuo's brows gradually furrowed.

"We can discuss the specifics later."

"Who will you talk to next?"

"You will be able to see it when the conditions are right."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and looked at the man in front of him seriously for the first time.

Shen Zhuo knew that Xu Xiang had been taken away, knew the situation of Tai Chu No. 4 and Tai Chu No. 2, and also knew that someone was investigating his identity.

However, he was unaware of the actual decision-making structure of Primordial II.

I don't know the compliance threshold for Creation II.

They couldn't even name a single person who could truly keep their promises.

There were no agreements, no letters of commitment, and no written transaction structure on the table.

That means this person isn't here to negotiate.

He wasn't even qualified to decide the conditions.

Someone just wanted to use a second-generation rich kid from the Beijing elite circle to test themselves.

Shen Zhuo himself probably still thought he was the representative in this negotiation.

Chen Mo stood up abruptly, showing no respect to Shen Zhuo whatsoever.

"Not interested, let's stop here."

Shen Zhuo's hand holding the teacup tightened suddenly.

Chen Mo's indifferent attitude severely hurt his pride.

"Chen Mo."

You'd better think this through.

"Step out of this door, and tomorrow you'll find more than just a few news articles waiting for you."

Chen Mo turned and walked towards the door.

"You're not qualified."

The door to the private room was opened.

Wei Shan immediately stepped forward.

"Mr. Chen."

"Walk."

Chen Mo did not linger.

Shen Zhuo sat at the table, his face completely darkened.

He has heard flattery, experienced perfunctory treatment, and even encountered people who argued with him for their own interests since childhood.

But no one ever told him to his face that he didn't even have the right to talk.

Just as Chen Mo was about to reach the elevator, Shen Zhuo spoke, suppressing his anger.

"Stop him."

The two security guards standing in the corridor exchanged a glance, then quickly followed after them.

One of them reached out and grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder.

Before his hand even touched his clothes, a fist suddenly loomed large in front of him.

boom!

Wei Shan punched him in the chest.

The body, weighing over 180 pounds, instantly lost its balance, flew backward, crashed heavily into the corridor wall, and then fell to the ground.

Just as the other security guard raised his arm, Wei Shan had already stepped in and closed in.

There were no unnecessary movements.

The second punch landed directly on his abdomen.

The man's feet briefly left the ground, and his body flew backward, crashing into a decorative flower stand against the wall.

The porcelain fell onto the carpet with a dull thud.

The entire corridor fell silent instantly.

The remaining two security guards stood at the door of the private room, not taking another step forward.

They didn't even see how Wei Shan threw the punch.

Two colleagues had fallen to the ground and were unable to get up for a long time.

Wei Shan withdrew his fist, his face expressionless.

"If you get any closer to President Chen, next time it won't just be a matter of lying down for a few minutes."

The elevator doors opened at that moment.

Chen Mo did not look back from beginning to end.

He walked straight into the elevator.

Wei Shan took two steps back, his gaze fixed on everyone in the corridor, until the elevator doors began to close, then he turned and followed them inside.

The silver door panel slowly closed.

Shen Zhuo stood at the door of the private room.

The two security guards on the ground were still panting in pain.

None of the staff members around dared to utter a sound.

His face was ashen, and his right hand was clenched into a fist so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palm.

After a long while, Shen Zhuo finally suppressed the urge to have someone chase after them.

Now that things have blown up, he's the one who'll lose face.

Shen Zhuo walked back to the private room.

The tea on the table was still steaming.

The cup of tea opposite me remained untouched from beginning to end.

He took out his phone and dialed a number whose name he hadn't saved.

The call was connected.

Shen Zhuo remained silent for a few seconds before suppressing his anger and saying, "He left without discussing any of the terms."