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

End of March.

The day after the framework for TKTOK's first round of financing was finalized, Singapore officially extended an invitation.

The Singapore Economic Development Board, the Government Investment Corporation, and the ICT Authority hope that Chen Mo will lead the TKTOK core team to Singapore to discuss the Asia-Pacific headquarters, data center, talent acquisition, and regional compliance solutions.

As originally planned, Chen Mo will depart in three days.

However, he did not immediately confirm the trip.

A meeting request submitted through special channels was sent ahead of time to the western suburbs of Kyoto.

Chen Mo hoped to see the old man who had chaired the closed-door meeting at Dawn half a month ago again.

The reply came that afternoon.

"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, same location."

……

The next morning.

A black Hongqi sedan drove into the western suburbs.

After passing through three security checkpoints, Chen Mo walked alone into the gray building.

The old man was already sitting by the window.

A pot of freshly brewed tea sits on the table.

"Singapore is waiting to see you."

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the spot opposite.

"Contacting me suddenly at this time suggests there's something more important than raising billions of dollars?"

Chen Mo sat down and placed the dark-colored document bag he carried with him on the table.

The old man looked at Chen Mo for a few seconds before reaching out to unseal the seal.

The door closed behind the guard.

More than an hour later, Chen Mo walked out of the room again.

Another car was already parked at the back door.

The vehicle has a special license plate and all windows are made of dark-tinted privacy glass.

After Chen Mo got into the car, the car drove through the city and into a heavily guarded compound in northern Kyoto.

He was greeted by a middle-aged man in military uniform.

The stars on the epaulets gleamed coldly under the lamplight.

The man was tall, with a faint old scar on his brow bone.

The conference room door closed again.

The guards standing outside the corridor only knew that the conversation lasted for nearly two hours.

No documents were brought in during the meeting, nor were any meeting minutes taken.

The door wasn't reopened until 12:20 PM.

The man in military uniform personally escorted Chen Mo to the steps.

Wei Shan stood beside the car.

The man's gaze lingered on him for a moment.

Wei Shan instinctively straightened his back and gave the other party a standard military salute.

The other party returned the greeting without saying a word.

Chen Mo remained calm.

The car door closed, and the Hongqi sedan slowly drove out of the courtyard.

From beginning to end, no one knows what they talked about.

……

Two days later.

Beijing Capital International Airport, VIP tarmac.

The north wind of late autumn swept across the empty, flat tarmac, and in the distance, on the horizon, stood a wide-body Air China special plane painted with the five-star red flag and a dark blue stripe.

Ground support vehicles and special security personnel patrolled alternately. Beside the spiral staircase, key members of the delegation from the National Development and Reform Commission, the Ministry of Commerce, and state-owned energy and mining enterprises were talking in hushed tones, their expressions solemn.

In this top-level delegation representing the national will and industrial foundation, Chen Mo's name was listed as the chief of the extremely rare "strategic frontier private technology and industrial capital".

Two more faces from Xingxin Mining were added to the entourage following him.

Liu Xin changed into a custom-made dark gray three-piece cashmere suit, wearing shiny Oxford shoes, and the Windsor knot at the collar was tied meticulously, even creating a slightly suffocating feeling.

The third brother, who was half a step behind, had a buzz cut and was holding a document box firmly in his hands.

Before stepping onto the carpet, Liu Xin glanced at the national emblem reflecting light under the wing of the plane ahead, and couldn't help but move closer, lowering her voice to Chen Mo's side:

"Mr. Chen, to be honest, the furthest I've ever been in my life is to raid two open-pit coal mines in Mongolia."

The mining tycoon wiped his sweat, his Adam's apple dry: "This guy suddenly snuck onto the national team's private jet to Moscow, dealing with all those damn big shots. My heart is starting to tremble."

Chen Mo remained calm, not even glancing at him: "Did you memorize all the information I had last night about the nickel mine geological fault zone and the equity penetration report for the Far East potash project?"

"Then don't worry, I can recite it backwards."

"Then straighten your back."

Chen Mo stepped onto the first step of the gangway: "These oligarchs won't spare a penny on the price list for nickel ore and rare non-ferrous metals just because your tie is neatly tied."

The third brother behind him twitched his lips violently, almost losing his composure, and quickly lowered his head, tucking his chin into his collar.

Liu Xin glared fiercely at the third brother, then tugged at her painfully tight collar, took a deep breath of cold air, and strode after him towards the gangway.

The special plane soared into the sky.

Several hours later, a vast expanse of land covered in snow gradually appeared below the wings.

Moscow is still in late winter.

A biting wind howled outside the airport, and the streets were lined with snow that had not yet melted.

After the delegation checked into the hotel, Chen Mo participated in two formal economic and trade exchanges.

Energy, railways, agriculture, equipment manufacturing, and cross-border settlement were the main topics on the public agenda.

The Xingxin Mining project was scheduled for the afternoon of the following day.

The meeting was held in a 19th-century building on the banks of the Moscow River.

Viktor Belov personally greeted him at the door.

When they met again, the burly Russian did not exchange pleasantries for long.

"Mr. Chen, I originally thought I would have to wait at least another six months."

"I'm not used to keeping my friends waiting."

Chen Mo shook hands with him.

Belov burst into laughter.

"I like what you said."

The group entered the conference room.

The large screen on the wall already displays a map of resources and transportation in the Russian Far East.

The Creation Energy Mining Group has completed the first round of review of the asset package provided by Belov over the past two months.

Of the three copper-nickel mines, one has an overly complicated mining rights history.

The other railway was too far from the port, and the cost of expanding it would have swallowed up most of the profits.

The only remaining deal that went into final negotiations was an operating mine near the Far East Railway branch line, along with its associated ore dressing plant and port storage facilities.

The mine is not lacking in resources.

What they lack is the funds to upgrade equipment and restore production capacity, as well as a stable Asian customer to take on their products.

Xingxin happens to be able to provide both of these things.

The negotiations lasted for two full days.

After discussing ore grade, mining and processing costs, and transportation losses, Liu Xin quickly got into the flow.

"The reserves provided by Northern Resources are not a problem."

He pushed a cost estimate to the center of the table.

"But construction during the frozen soil period, railway loading and unloading, and secondary transshipment at ports were not fully accounted for."

"Based on your quote, this mine looks like it could earn a hundred million dollars a year, but in reality, if we can keep sixty million dollars, we'll be lucky if the weather is kind to us."

The mining manager standing next to Belov immediately retorted.

The third brother opened his personal equipment case, took out the engineering data he had collected remotely over the past few months, and displayed several transportation routes and equipment depreciation items on the screen.

The argument in the meeting room grew increasingly heated.

Chen Mo didn't interrupt. He brought Liu Xin and Lao San here specifically because cross-border mining cannot be accomplished solely through investment bank models.

Every single figure presented about the mine may be inflated.

On the evening of the third day, the two sides finally reached an agreement on the core conditions.

Xingxin Mining and Northern Resources Group jointly established Far East Resources Project Company.

Northern Resources contributed its mining rights, existing plant buildings, and local transportation contracts, holding a 51% stake.

Xingxin Mining plans to invest US$180 million in three phases to acquire a 35% stake.

The Russian Far East Industrial Fund holds the remaining 14%.

The first tranche of funding was $30 million.

Subsequent funding will be linked to the renovation of ore processing plants, the restoration of production capacity, and railway loading capacity.

Xingxin Mining also obtained priority purchasing rights for 35% of its output over the next ten years.

Xingxin gained its first foothold in the Russian resource industry.

……

That evening.

Belov hosted a dinner at a private estate outside the city.

Most of the participants came from Russia's energy, mining, railway, and heavy industry systems.

As the dinner was drawing to a close, Belov led Chen Mo into a private cigar room.

A man around sixty years old was already sitting inside.

His name is Sergei Marchenko.

The de facto controller of the Ural United Industrial Group.

Its industries cover special steel, titanium alloys, aerospace materials and heavy machinery, and it has a profound influence in the Russian military-industrial complex.

During their first meeting, the two did not discuss any specific projects, nor did they touch upon any equipment or technology subject to export controls.

The discussion focused solely on industrial materials, civil aviation, energy equipment, and changes in the manufacturing industry over the next decade.

Half an hour later, Marchenko took out a personal business card without any company logo from his inner jacket pocket.

There is only a string of numbers on it.

"Victor rarely introduces friends to others himself."

"This number is answered 24 hours a day."

Chen Mo accepted the business card and left his personal contact information in return.

"Let's talk again when we have a chance."

The two hands clasped together briefly.

……

April 5th.

The Chinese trade delegation concluded its visit and returned to Kyoto by special plane.

Outside the airport's internal passageway, several journalists who regularly follow figures in the energy and capital sectors took photos of the delegation members leaving from a distance.

Chen Mo was surrounded by Lao San and Liu Xin, who tried to block his view as much as possible.

Everything looked exactly the same as when we set out.

However, if anyone familiar with Chen Mo were present, they would quickly notice that the two-meter-tall tough guy was not in the group returning to China.