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"Mr. Chen, you must be tired from your journey."

As soon as I stepped off the jet bridge and into the arrival hall, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit walked towards me.

It was Zhao Qiang, the CEO of Taichu Investment, who had worked his way up in the financial world in his previous life and was now entrusted with important responsibilities by Chen Mo.

Behind Zhao Qiang were four burly bodyguards in black, and two black Maybachs that were already waiting quietly outside the VIP passage.

Compared to his low-key approach in the small county town, in Kyoto, a capital center dominated by various giants, Zhao Qiang understood the principle of "supplies first, troops second" and provided Chen Mo with the highest level of pomp and security.

"Old Zhao, it's been a long time. You look great."

Chen Mo, with one hand in his pocket and a corner of his trench coat fluttering slightly with each step, calmly shook hands with Zhao Qiang.

"Thanks to the boss, I've been working like a maniac these past two weeks in Kyoto, running around for license plates." Zhao Qiang trailed Chen Mo half a step behind, leading him towards the VIP lane while lowering his voice, barely concealing his excitement and awe. "Jiuding and Zexi are moving incredibly fast in Kyoto. The independent seat, independent server, and high-frequency quantitative trading interface for Taichu No. 1 all completed their final stress tests last night. The 2 billion yuan in subscription funds are already sitting idle in the custodian account. At 9:30 am Monday, as long as you give the order, the funds can begin to be deployed."

Chen Mo got into the back seat of the Maybach, and Zhao Qiang then sat in the passenger seat, lowered the soundproof window, and presented a table detailing the construction of the warehouse and the timeline.

The car smoothly entered Kyoto's bustling Second Ring Road, with skyscrapers standing in a staggered pattern and the desolate, dry chill unique to early winter visible outside the window.

"What about the overseas accounts?" Chen Mo didn't rush to check his watch. Instead, he closed his eyes, leaned back in his comfortable leather seat, and asked casually.

"It's all done!" Zhao Qiang turned around. "To curry favor with you, Chairman Wang of Jiuding personally misappropriated their QDII special quota from their fully licensed Hong Kong securities subsidiary this year, cooperating with us to arrange an overseas loan with domestic guarantee. Yesterday afternoon at four o'clock, 200 million yuan was transferred to the offshore independent trust accounts of Hang Seng Bank and Merrill Lynch. You can control them at any time!"

"very good."

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction.

Zhao Qiang's efficiency and execution in handling matters recently truly live up to his reputation from his previous life.

Half an hour later, the Maybach came to a steady stop in front of the Kyoto Fortune Center building.

This is the heart of Kyoto's financial hub, surrounded by a constant stream of luxury cars, with the logos of top investment banks and multinational conglomerates gleaming on the glass curtain wall.

Zhao Qiang led Chen Mo directly to the upper floors of the building. Pushing open the heavy glass doors, a brand-new office area of ​​over a thousand square meters, covering an entire floor, was instantly revealed.

The view here is superb, and the minimalist black and gray business-style decor exudes quality. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the entire Guomao business district.

Inside the office area, more than 30 employees dressed in suits and ties, looking capable, were already lined up and waiting.

They were all elites whom Zhao Qiang had poached from major public funds and top securities firms during this period with high salaries.

"Hello, Mr. Chen!"

More than thirty people greeted each other in unison, their eyes filled with a hint of shock.

They had long heard that the boss behind Taichu Capital was young, but when they saw a young man in a black trench coat with a youthful appearance walk in, they were still incredibly shocked.

Chen Mo did not give any emotional speech.

He put one hand in his pocket and slowly swept his gaze across the room. The silent atmosphere instantly silenced the somewhat restless elites, who had been looking down on him.

"You are all seasoned professionals in the financial industry, so I won't waste any more time on small talk."

Chen Mo's voice was calm: "At Taichu, I have only three requirements. First, complete compliance. Before leaving get off work today, the administration department, in cooperation with the property management, must install 24/7, comprehensive surveillance video and online auditing systems in all areas of the company except for the restrooms. This will ensure that every transaction instruction and every report at Taichu is conducted entirely in the open."

"Secondly, we operate a private equity fund. All our investment strategies, trading limits, and risk control liquidation lines must be strictly implemented under the dual instructions of the risk control department and myself. Anyone who dares to mix personal subjective emotions into their operations or adjust positions without authorization will be immediately dismissed and blacklisted from the industry."

"Third, confidentiality. On Monday, when the market opens, I will personally distribute the 2 billion yuan target for the Taichu No. 1 investment to each trader's terminal one minute before the market opens. Any information about the target is strictly prohibited from being taken out of this office."

"Let me add one more thing: in our line of work, skills can improve gradually, but if I discover any insider trading, the company will immediately file a lawsuit without exception!"

Chen Mo's words carried immense weight. The group of top university graduates and seasoned traders, who had previously held themselves in high regard, now had beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads, and they replied in unison, "Understood, Mr. Chen!"

After explaining these points, Chen Mo turned to Zhao Qiang and whispered, "As for the overseas accounts, you and the risk control department just need to handle the routine compliance reporting of funds going overseas. I will personally handle the specific position building and hedging operations involving US stocks and forex using my own terminal, without going through the company's public network, understand?"

"Understood, boss. I've already locked down the legal interfaces in Hong Kong and the Cayman Islands separately, so there will absolutely be no problems," Zhao Qiang solemnly explained.

After setting up the company's structure, Chen Mo did not choose to stay in a crowded five-star hotel suite. Instead, he had Zhao Qiang rent a two-bedroom apartment in Yujintai Apartment, not far from the Fortune Center, as a temporary residence in Kyoto.

As one of Kyoto's most prestigious luxury apartments, Yukindai stands at the golden intersection of Chang'an Avenue and the Guomao business district, adjacent to various embassy districts.

This place not only boasts extremely stringent 24-hour security and British butler service, but also offers an unparalleled view overlooking the entire central business district.

High-strength bulletproof double-glazed windows completely isolate the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, providing excellent privacy.

For Chen Mo, who needs to stay alert at all times and operate remotely at high frequency, this place is the perfect temporary residence.

After briefly glancing at the understated yet luxurious furnishings of the apartment, Chen Mo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled the heavy blackout curtains shut, leaving only a dim table lamp.

He sat down at the computer and turned on the dedicated terminal provided by Blue Shield Legal Services.

This specially supplied terminal has an extremely high level of security, bypassing all domestic public gateways and directly connecting to the offshore trust accounts of Hang Seng Overseas and Merrill Lynch via an encrypted satellite network.

The cold light from the screen shone on Chen Mo's face; the intense switching and running around for several hours had caused a trace of bloodshotness in his eyes.