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Meanwhile, in the adjacent bedroom, Lin Wan was pressed tightly against the door, her chest heaving violently.

She slid slowly down the door panel onto the soft carpet, clutching the stack of black undergarments tightly to her chest, as if it were the only barrier that could cover her shame.

Even though the air conditioning in the room was on full blast, the burning sensation on her face wouldn't go down no matter what she did.

"Lin Wan, Lin Wan, you've utterly disgraced yourself today!"

She pressed her forehead against her knees in frustration, letting out a barely audible groan.

As a top student who graduated from Xi'an University of Finance and Economics and had experience at Huaguo Bank, she has always been seen by others as a cool, capable, and well-mannered elite.

But now, he's made a fool of himself in front of his own boss.

Immediately afterward, an extremely dangerous thought flashed into Lin Wan's mind, causing her body to tense up instantly—

Will he think I did it on purpose?

The moment this thought popped into Lin Wan's head, her heart skipped a beat.

She knew all too well what this job meant to her—not just because of the sky-high salary that far exceeded that of her peers, but also because at Xingchen Technology, and beside Chen Mo, she had found a stage that suited her for the first time.

If this kind of trivial matter makes him think I have ulterior motives...

Lin Wan buried her face in her knees and let out a muffled wail.

But the next second, the scene from the bathroom uncontrollably popped back into my mind.

The half-step he took forward, the clean scent emanating from him, the ambiguous smile in his eyes when he looked down at her, and his low, teasing remark kept replaying in her mind.

The sensation of that touch on my fingertips seemed to linger on my skin.

Lin Wan buried her face in her clothes, her mind in turmoil.

She prided herself on having met many outstanding peers, but compared to Chen Mo, those men seemed as mediocre as blank sheets of paper.

Chen Mo's composure in the face of a collapsing mountain, and his innate aura of authority, always make people unconsciously overlook his age.

"But he's only eighteen... I'm that much older than him."

Thinking about the age difference between the two, Lin Wan suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

In traditional Chinese thinking, if a woman is several years older, it is always seen as an older sister taking care of a younger brother.

But in front of Chen Mo, the one who was completely suppressed was precisely the twenty-six-year-old herself.

The natural masculine aura he exuded from that half-step he took forward still makes Lin Wan's legs feel weak.

"So what if he's a few years older...?"

Lin Wan muttered something to herself, then was startled by her own thought. She quickly patted her burning cheeks. "Lin Wan, wake up! What are you thinking! That's your boss!"

She stood up, haphazardly stuffed the clothes in her arms into the deepest part of the wardrobe, and lay on the bed in a "spread-eagle" position, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hearing the door close next door, Lin Wan's emotions gradually calmed down.

"Tomorrow... when I see him tomorrow morning, I must act naturally and absolutely cannot embarrass myself again."

Lin Wan pulled the blanket over her head, repeatedly warning herself in her mind, and gradually drifted off to sleep amidst her chaotic thoughts.

Inside the master bedroom.

Although Chen Mo was a little tired, he did not lie down immediately.

He walked to his desk, turned on the screen of his encrypted terminal, and his fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up the real-time WTI crude oil market on the New York Stock Exchange.

On the screen, the intraday chart for the WTI crude oil 1501 main contract is fluctuating slightly sideways within a very narrow range between $80.10 and $80.20.

His short positions remained stable at an average price of $80.15, without attracting much attention.

"In a few days, once the meeting is finalized, this will be the beginning of a meat grinder."

Chen Mo glanced at the account asset column indifferently, and after confirming that the risk control line was normal, he conveniently shut down the futures interface.

He then created a new encrypted document and began typing on the keyboard.

Chen Mo began to fulfill his promise to Zhang Ming, personally drafting a strategic architecture plan for short video and live-streaming e-commerce products that was enough to completely overturn the global internet landscape for the next decade.

In its previous life, ByteDance relied on the algorithm-driven information flow of Toutiao to build its empire, and it wasn't until 2016 that it finally managed to launch Douyin, having gone through many detours along the way.

In this life, Chen Mo is prepared to personally push this process forward.

In a document spanning tens of thousands of words, Chen Mo generously dissected the three core killer features that made ByteDance famous, using a God-like perspective that transcended his time.

Chen Mo typed at an extremely fast pace, and lines of core secrets that would later be revered by countless product managers and capital giants poured out from his fingertips like flowing water.

He wants to take a bite out of ByteDance, the world's largest piece of the internet pie, and he wants to take the most core piece.

As for whether Zhang Ming will use this planning proposal to discard him after he has served his purpose?

Chen Mo sneered; he was confident in himself.

On the one hand, Zhang Ming is a pure tech geek with the rigor and contractual spirit of an engineer at heart, and he is an upright person.

On the other hand, even if we take a step back and assume the worst, in the face of absolute power, any betrayal is tantamount to suicide.

His 2 billion Taichu No. 1 fund has now completed its initial investment in the A-share market.

A year later, when this spectacular A-share super bull market reaches its peak and Taichu No. 1 is liquidated, Chen Mo's name will become an undisputed legend in the entire Chinese and even Asian investment community, accompanied by terrifying net worths of several times or even dozens of times.

In this world where capital reigns supreme, once you become the god of wealth, who dares to offend your sugar daddy?

Who would dare to kick out a financial tycoon who can wield billions or hundreds of billions of dollars and wield influence in the global financial market from the board of directors?

At that time, Zhang Ming will only lead all of ByteDance's senior executives to respectfully beg Taichu Capital for investment.

Before we knew it, it was four in the morning.

Chen Mo typed the last character and saved the document, which was over 10,000 words long.

Then Chen Mo closed his eyes, rubbed his dry eyes, and fell into a deep sleep on the large bed.