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

The next day at 8:00 AM.

The rooftop helipad of the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal at Shun Tak Centre, Sheung Wan, Hong Kong.

A silver-gray helicopter was already parked on the rooftop helipad.

The propellers have not yet started; the crew is conducting final checks.

Wei Shan and his security team arrived half an hour early.

The pick-up and drop-off vehicles, entry channels, hospital locations, and backup return-to-Hong Kong plans for both Hong Kong and Macau were all confirmed last night.

Chen Mo and Lu Jingyi completed their document verification in the private waiting room, which took no more than three minutes, and then they stepped onto the cabin via the boarding stairs.

The helicopter took off quickly.

Hong Kong's dense high-rise buildings seem to sink beneath your feet.

After passing through Victoria Harbour, the shipping route continues westward.

The morning sunlight sliced ​​the sea surface into countless tiny spots of light, turning cargo ships and cross-border passenger ships into slowly moving dots.

In just fifteen minutes, the staggered coastline and Portuguese-style silhouette of the Macau Peninsula came into view.

A black, extended Rolls-Royce had been waiting for some time beside the runway at the Outer Harbour Heliport, where the hotel's Senior Concierge Director personally greeted the passenger at the gangway.

"Ms. Lu, Mr. Chen, welcome to Macau. The penthouse suite has been furnished to your liking with a constant temperature throughout. The VIP lounge is ready at 1 p.m. Please let us know ten minutes in advance if your plans change."

Lu Jingyi nodded.

"Please deliver your luggage directly to the suite; leave your car here."

The director paused slightly, then bowed slightly: "Okay, the convoy will be on standby in the outer streets at any time."

The Rolls-Royce eventually stopped near Senado Square.

After the two got out of the car, the convoy did not follow closely, and the security personnel dispersed into the street.

The Christmas holidays are not over yet.

The square was packed with tourists, colorful lights hung outside the Portuguese-style buildings, and greetings in Cantonese, Mandarin and Portuguese mingled from the roadside shops.

Lu Jingyi didn't ask for a guide. She held a hand-drawn street map in her hand, studied it for a moment, and then confidently pointed to the fork in the slope on the left: "Go this way to the Ruins of St. Paul's."

Chen Mo glanced at the faded Portuguese road sign: "Mr. Lu, it's on the right."

Lu Jingyi calmly folded the map and put it into her handbag, her expression unchanged: "I was testing your sense of direction."

Chen Mo did not expose him, and the two slowly walked up the stone path.

Halfway there, Lu Jingyi was drawn to a bakery with a long queue.

She glanced at Wei Shan standing at the door.

"Could you ask someone to buy two egg tarts?"

"sure."

"never mind."

Lu Jingyi changed her mind again.

"I'll arrange it myself."

Chen Mo looked at her with some surprise.

"Experience life."

"And don't you think it tastes even better if you queue up to buy it?"

Wei Shan, who was standing nearby, unusually chimed in, "I think so too."

Chen Mo shrugged and did not refuse.

The line moved extremely slowly, and the two stood side by side in the noisy crowd.

Behind me, gamblers chattered incessantly about last night's baccarat results, while in front of me, young couples discussed strategies and tips in hushed tones.

Research which restaurant is cheaper.

A dozen minutes later, the warm, fragrant Portuguese egg tarts were handed to me.

Lu Jingyi couldn't wait to take a small bite. The crispy outer layer crumbled between her lips and teeth, and a few crumbs landed on the lapel of her coat.

Chen Mo reached out and brushed it away for her.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

"To be honest?"

"certainly."

She brought the other one to Chen Mo's mouth.

"Similar to KFC."

Chen Mo took a bite, savored it carefully, and then affirmed, "There's no need to queue at KFC."

The two walked all the way to the Ruins of St. Paul's.

There were far more tourists than I had imagined.

Considering their safety, Lu Jingyi only pulled Chen Mo to stand on the outside of the crowd, and had Wei Shan take a photo of the two of them together.

In the photo, the person behind him is surrounded by unfamiliar tourists.

There was even a child holding a balloon who ran past the camera.

Lu Jingyi looked at the screen, her eyes crinkling: "Yesterday's photos on Hong Kong Island only showed the two of us. This one really makes us look like an ordinary tourist couple."

Which one do you prefer?

I like them both.

……

Noon, in the hotel's top-floor private banquet hall.

The chef did not present a fixed menu. The bluefin tuna, premium rock lobster and Australian Wagyu beef that were flown in to Australia that day were listed only on handwritten cards, and the dishes were cooked to order based on the two people's tastes.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the azure sea between Hengqin and Taipa is fully visible.

After serving the first course, the concierge brought over two black chip boxes.

"Ms. Lu, this is your reserved entertainment credit."

The box lid is opened.

Inside were neatly arranged chips of different denominations.

A total of five million Hong Kong dollars.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow: "Playing this big?"

"When you were betting hundreds of millions, you didn't even blink, and now you think five million is too much?"

"That's an investment."

"Investing is also gambling."

This time, Chen Mo didn't refute it, which was unusual. If he didn't have the memories of being a reborn person, investing would indeed be a gamble.

Sometimes, it's even less likely to win than guessing big or small.

"Let's see how lucky our Chairman Chen is?" Lu Jingyi closed the chip box. "We'll split it 50/50."

"Until you lose everything?"

"No."

Lu Jingyi raised a finger.

"Just one hour."

"When the time comes, leave regardless of winning or losing."

Chen Mo smiled.

"I'll listen to you."

……

At 1:00 PM sharp, in the VIP gaming room.

There is no outdoor noise or the piercing sound of machines here.

The wool carpet completely swallowed the sound of footsteps, each gambling table had only its own dealer and servant, the dark velvet curtains blocked out the sunlight, and there were no clocks on the walls.

Casinos excel at making people forget the passage of time as their chips fluctuate.

Lu Jingyi took off her watch and placed it in the most conspicuous position beside her.

She pushed half of her chips to Chen Mo.

"Mr. Chen, please."

Chen Mo didn't sit down at the baccarat table; instead, he first walked around the lobby.

"What did you figure out?" Lu Jingyi asked, standing beside him.

"The expected value is always negative, and every rule is tailor-made for the casino's rake advantage," Chen Mo said calmly. "From a quantitative perspective, there is not a single betting point with a positive expected value."

"Nonsense, we're here to spend money today."

Lu Jingyi snorted softly, picked up a 100,000 yuan chip between her fingers, and casually tossed it onto the idle seat of the baccarat game.

The dealer deals the cards.

Zhuang Qidian.

Six o'clock.

The first round of 100,000 was silently taken away by the dealer's chip.

Chen Mo chuckled softly, "President Lu's start has been unfavorable."

"I don't mind spending your money."

In the second round, she stubbornly bet on the player and lost again.

In the third round, the outcome shifted to the banker, resulting in a win for the player.

In just a few minutes, the 300,000 chips vanished without a trace.

Chen Mo looked at her leisurely: "President Lu's odds of winning are practically no different from tossing a coin into the sea."

"The difference is that there's no dealer dealing cards to me in the sea."

Lu Jingyi raised an eyebrow and immediately placed a 50,000 bet on the extremely rare "draw".

Deal the cards, flip the cards.

Banker 8 points, Player 8 points—Tie!

Eight times the compensation!

He won back the 300,000 he had just lost in one go, and even had more.

Lu Jingyi gathered the chips in front of her, a hint of smugness appearing in her eyes.

"Chairman Chen, who doesn't know how to play these days?"

"Purely random walk, just luck."

"Losing means you're not good enough, but winning means you're just lucky?"

The two played a few more rounds.

Chen Mo did not employ any complex strategies.

There is no pattern to winning or losing.

Even if you win several bets in a row, you'll usually pay them back in the next few rounds.

Half an hour later, the two had only 4.3 million left of their 5 million chips.