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

"Number one in the city!"

As soon as Liu Jianguo finished speaking, the entire Senior Three Science Class 1 erupted in cheers.

"Holy crap? Is this even a score a human could get?"

"The full score is 750! You only lost 15 points?"

"Wasn't he already outrageous last time? Is he even more outrageous this time?"

"I hereby declare that from now on, Brother Mo is not a top student, but a loophole in the exam system."

A collective gasp, barely suppressed, erupted from the back of the classroom.

Lin Yu sat below the podium, his face as white as paper.

He scored 665 on the exam this time.

In any county-level top high school, this would be a top-tier achievement that would be praised by the homeroom teacher.

But compared to Chen Mo's 735, 665 didn't even have the right to be mentioned separately.

What upset him even more was that Su Qingyan scored 685 on the exam.

In other words, not only could he not catch up with Chen Mo, but Su Qingyan was also getting further and further away from him.

Liu Jianguo's face was flushed, and he tapped the podium heavily with his fingers.

"Quiet down! Look at you all, so uncultured!"

He said that, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"Chen Mo lost 5 points in Chinese and 10 points in the combined science subjects, but got full marks in math and English!"

Upon hearing this, another collective gasp filled the classroom.

Full marks in math.

Full marks in English.

This kind of result is no longer considered a good performance.

This is called a dimensional reduction attack.

Su Qingyan sat in the front row, her fingers tightening slightly as she held the pen.

She gave it her all this time and achieved her best score since high school.

685 points.

However, there was a full 50 points between her and Chen Mo, which was an insurmountable gap.

The girl pursed her lips slightly, feeling not much jealousy, but rather a vague sense of helplessness and curiosity.

Just how much more is this person hiding?

"Second place: Su Qingyan, total score 685, fifteenth in the city!"

Liu Jianguo continued to make announcements.

A round of applause erupted in the classroom.

When Su Qingyan stood up, her expression remained aloof, but as she turned to sit down, she couldn't help but glance at the row behind her.

They met Chen Mo's smiling gaze.

He rested his chin on his hand and silently mouthed a gesture.

"second."

Su Qingyan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but glare at him.

But that one glance didn't look like she was angry at all.

Standing on the podium, Liu Jianguo watched this scene and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

These two kids...

He brought up the matter that the principal had previously mentioned in a veiled manner.

Su Qingyan's mother seemed reluctant for her daughter to get too close to Chen Mo.

But now a problem has arisen.

One student is first in the city, far ahead; another is second in their class, striving to catch up.

When two people are discussing a problem together, what reason does he, as the homeroom teacher, have to separate them?

What if demolishing it affects the grades?

Liu Jianguo weighed the options in his mind for a second before making a decision.

Regardless of.

As long as there's no obvious early romance and as long as his grades keep improving, he'll pretend he didn't see anything.

The greatest wisdom of a senior high school homeroom teacher is knowing when to play blind.

The morning classes passed quickly.

During the break, Chen Mo's seat was surrounded by people.

"Brother Mo, how did you answer the last question on the combined science exam?"

"Could I borrow your English essay to take a look?"

"I can't understand the answer to the second part of the final math problem. Could you explain it to me?"

Previously, these boys were afraid of Chen Mo, and Chen Mo himself was difficult to approach.

Now we've come in first in the city twice in a row.

In the environment of senior year of high school, grades are the most important qualification.

Chen Mo casually pulled out a piece of draft paper and broke down the problems in the simplest way possible.

He spoke quickly, but his logic was extremely clear.

The boys were stunned.

Even Su Qingyan couldn't help but turn around and listen quietly for a few minutes.

After Chen Mo finished speaking, she said in a low voice, "Your solution is too disjointed. If an average person wrote it like that in an exam, they would lose points for the process."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "So I only teach the thought process; let them fill in the details themselves."

Su Qingyan gave a soft snort: "Nonsense."

Chen Mo looked at her: "Su, you lost to me by fifty points, how are you feeling?"

Su Qingyan rolled up the physics test paper in her hand into a tube and gently tapped his desk.

"I won't lose by such a large margin next time."

"Then I'll wait."

Chen Mo's tone relaxed; the lively atmosphere on campus allowed his nerves, which had been tense for too long, to relax briefly.

But this relaxation only lasted until noon.

As soon as the lunch break bell rang, Chen Mo's phone vibrated slightly.

Lin Wan sent me a text message.

Lin Wan: Mr. Chen, all the necessary documents for obtaining trading permissions from the China Financial Futures Exchange are ready. Haitong Securities has assigned a top-level account manager, and we can process your stock index futures trading permissions this afternoon. Also, the list of members for the county's eastern suburbs project task force has been released. Vice County Head Wang is leading the team, and Director Su Shichao is responsible for the mine area road renovation plan.

Upon seeing the last sentence, Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

Su Shichao.

Su Qingyan's father.

Director of the Transportation Bureau.

interesting.

The Su family actually managed to get involved with the East Suburbs project.

Did he volunteer for the task?

Chen Mo put away his phone and looked up, just in time to see Su Qingyan turn around.

"Are you taking leave again?" Her tone was calm, but her eyes clearly held a hint of scrutiny.

Chen Mo chuckled: "Su, do you know me that well now?"

"The moment you look at your phone, you're about to leave," Su Qingyan said in a low voice. "And it's usually not something trivial."

Chen Mo stuffed his schoolbag into his desk and leaned back in his chair.

"I do have something to do this afternoon."

Su Qingyan pursed her lips: "That kind of thing about the county government building?"

"No." Chen Mo paused. "This time it's about the financial market."

Su Qingyan looked at him.

If it were someone else, and a high school student said they had to deal with financial market matters in the afternoon, she would just think the other person was having a fit of adolescent delusions.

But when Chen Mo said those words, she didn't find them absurd at all.

"Will it be tiring?" she asked softly.

Chen Mo was taken aback.

The girl asked very softly, even with a hint of awkwardness that she was trying to hide.

He smiled and said, "No, making money is generally not tiring."

Su Qingyan rolled her eyes at him: "Keep talking nonsense."

She paused, then added quietly, "Don't stay up all night again."

Chen Mo felt a slight warmth in his heart when he saw the unnatural blush on her cool cheeks.

"understood."

Ten minutes later.

Under Liu Jianguo's complex yet familiar gaze, Chen Mo left the school once again.

Liu Jianguo didn't even ask for the reason in detail, but simply told him, "Remember to let me know in advance next time you come to class."

When Chen Mo walked out of the school gate, a Hummer H2 was already waiting there by the roadside.

Lin Wan stood beside the car, holding a file bag in her hands.

She wore a gray suit skirt today, with exquisite makeup and a capable demeanor.

Seeing Chen Mo approach, she immediately opened the back door of the car.

"Mr. Chen, everything has been arranged with Haitong."

Chen Mo got into the car and said calmly, "Let's go."

The car drove out of the gate of the county's No. 1 Middle School and merged into the afternoon traffic of the county town.

Lin Wan handed a document to Lin Wan from the passenger seat.

"This is the credit line offered by Haitong Securities and the futures company. With your current personal stock account's 300 million yuan in cash assets, plus your overseas account and the credit backing of Xingchen Technology, they are willing to provide a margin ratio of up to 1:3."

"In other words, theoretically you could leverage nearly 1.2 billion in notional stock index futures positions."

Lin Wan was secretly alarmed. When Chen Mo told her about the stock account and asked her to contact Haitong Securities, she thought she was dreaming until she saw the string of zeros in the account and slowly woke up.

However, she was secretly delighted. President Chen had entrusted her with such an important matter, which meant he no longer considered her an outsider.

Chen Mo flipped through the documents, his expression completely unchanged.

1.2 billion.

For Jiangcheng County in 2014, this was already an astronomical figure.

But for the upcoming epic bull market, this is just the first step in officially opening the door.

"What about risk control?" Chen Mo asked.

"According to Haitong's plan, an alert will be triggered when the account equity falls below 130% of the margin requirement; if it falls below 115%, a margin call will be made; and if it falls below 100%, there is a risk of forced liquidation."

At this point, Lin Wan couldn't help but remind him, "President Chen, stock index futures are highly volatile and have a high leverage ratio. If you misjudge the direction, the losses can be astonishing."

"The direction is right."

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

Lin Wan was slightly taken aback.

She looked at Chen Mo through the rearview mirror.

That excessively young face held only unwavering certainty.

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Haitong Securities County Branch.

Manager Lin was already waiting at the door.

Seeing the Hummer stop, he practically jogged up to it, his smile utterly obsequious.

"President Chen! President Lin! Welcome, welcome!"

Since the battle of Lanzhou Heavy Equipment, Manager Lin's status within Haitong has been completely different.

The Jiangcheng Xinkai Road branch's nameplate rose to the top of the national stock exchange's list of top traders due to Chen Mo's net sales of 3.95 million yuan.

Headquarters called him overnight, their tone shifting from the usual businesslike approach to one of unprecedented seriousness.

He knew very well that from this moment on, his future was inextricably linked with Chen Mo's.

"Is the data ready?" Chen Mo asked.

"Everything is ready!" Manager Lin nodded hurriedly. "The opening of the China Financial Futures Exchange account, stock index futures trading permissions, the highest-level VIP trading channel, and the independent risk control seat have all been specially approved by headquarters. Mr. Chen, you only need to sign, and the activation of permissions will be completed before the market closes this afternoon."

After entering the VIP room, Chen Mo quickly flipped through the contract.

Lin Wan stood to the side, helping him check the details one by one.

no problem.

Signing, stamping... the whole process was extremely fast.

At 2:40 PM, the access was officially activated.

Chen Mo sat in front of the trading terminal in Haitong's VIP room, and the China Financial Futures Exchange's stock index futures market information popped up on the screen.

IF1501. The main contract for CSI 300 index futures.

The red and green numbers jumping around are like a silent, surging sea.

At this point, the market has become completely agitated due to the positive impact of the interest rate cut.

Brokerage firms, banks, and insurance companies—large blue-chip stocks that have been dormant for many years—are gradually showing their fangs.

Ordinary retail investors are still hesitant, veteran stock market participants are still skeptical, and speculative funds are still fighting repeatedly in small and mid-cap speculative stocks.

But Chen Mo knew that the real main upward wave was about to begin.

"Establish a position."

Chen Mo uttered two words calmly.

Manager Lin, standing behind him, suddenly jolted.

"Mr. Chen, how much are you planning to buy?"

Chen Mo's gaze fell on the screen, his voice calm: "First, take 30% of the warehouse."

Manager Lin's throat bobbed.

30% warehouse.

Based on a nominal position of 1.2 billion, the first transaction would be close to 400 million.

This is hardly a warehouse construction project.

This is like dropping a bomb directly into the stock index futures market.

Chen Mo ignored his shock and began to skillfully break down the orders as his fingers landed on the keyboard.

One stroke, two strokes, ten strokes, a hundred strokes.

A large number of long positions in IF1501 have begun to execute buy orders.

All buy orders were received and absorbed gradually, following the trend of the market.

Lin Wan stood beside him, watching the ever-increasing number of holdings on the screen, her breathing unconsciously becoming softer.

She knew she was witnessing a huge gamble, but perhaps in Chen Mo's eyes, it wasn't a gamble at all.

At 3 p.m., the A-share market closed, with the CSI 300 index surging.

The IF1501 contract closed near its intraday high.

Chen Mo's first batch of long positions in stock index futures has been fully established.

Nominal position: 3.8 million.

Unrealized profit: 276 million.

In less than half an hour.

The unrealized profit is close to three million.

Manager Lin stared at the screen, his face twitching violently.

He had served big clients before, but those so-called big clients were like children fishing with bamboo poles in front of Chen Mo.

This is the person who actually sailed an aircraft carrier into the market to fish.

Chen Mo simply closed the terminal calmly.

That's all for today.

"Starting tomorrow, continue adding to the position in batches. Manager Lin, is it alright to bring the position to over one billion within a week?"

Manager Lin nodded quickly, "Understood! Mr. Chen, I will personally oversee the market; there will be absolutely no mistakes!"

Chen Mo stood up and straightened his cuffs.

"There's one more thing."

"Please go ahead, Mr. Chen."

"My personal identity must be kept confidential." Chen Mo glanced at him. "Lanzhou Heavy Equipment is already lively enough. I don't want any more rumors to surface about stock index futures."

Manager Lin felt a chill run down his spine and immediately stood up straight.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen! Headquarters has issued the highest level of confidentiality order. Only a very limited number of authorized personnel can view your account information. Anyone who dares to leak it will be the first to face consequences!"

Chen Mo nodded and turned to leave the VIP room.

When I left the Haitong Securities branch, it was already dark outside.

The early winter wind blew through the streets, swirling up a few withered leaves.

Lin Wan followed beside him and asked softly, "Mr. Chen, are we going back to Guanlan Royal View next?"

Chen Mo glanced at his phone.

There is an unread message on the screen.

Su Qingyan: Have you finished your business?

A smile appeared in Chen Mo's eyes.

He replied.

Chen Mo: It's done.

Su Qingyan: You didn't stay up all night, did you?

Chen Mo: It's only afternoon now.

Su Qingyan: Someone like you might stay up all night even in the afternoon.

Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh.

Lin Wan stood to the side and saw the expression on his face, her heart stirred slightly.

She rarely saw Chen Mo smile like that.

Lin Wan naturally knew who could make Chen Mo show such an expression. She had once seen that girl from afar when she went to pick up Chen Mo at the school gate. She was youthful, energetic, bright, and poised.

She lowered her eyelashes, her expression dimming briefly before returning to normal.

"Mr. Chen?"

Chen Mo put away his phone.

"Let's not go back to the villa yet. Let's go to the Peninsula Restaurant and get a tiramisu to go."

Lin Wan paused for a moment, then nodded gently.

"Okay, Mr. Chen."

Half an hour later.

During a break between evening self-study sessions at the county's No. 1 Middle School.

Su Qingyan was looking down as she organized her notebook of incorrect answers.

Suddenly, a low commotion came from the back door.

She looked up.

Chen Mo strolled in through the back door, carrying a delicate paper bag in his hand.

He walked to his seat and gently placed the paper bag on the corner of Su Qingyan's table.

I bought it on the way.

Su Qingyan's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the Peninsula Restaurant logo on the paper bag.

She raised her head, trying to keep her tone calm.

"You have a fairly wide range of skills."

Chen Mo sat down and said with a smile, "I learned it from you."

Su Qingyan's ears turned slightly red as she lowered her head and opened the paper bag.

Inside is a tiramisu.

Su Qingyan's lips curved into a smile.

Outside the window, the winter night deepened.

The classroom was brightly lit, and the sound of pages turning filled the air.