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

The next morning, sunlight pierced through the thin mist, and the day of 2014 officially began.

The classroom was filled with the sound of students reading aloud during the morning self-study session. Chen Mo sat in the corner of the last row, using a thick book called "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" as a cover on his desk, while holding a second-hand Android phone with a slightly cracked screen in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on the somewhat rudimentary stock trading software interface on his phone screen.

The clock jumped to 9:30, and the A-share market officially opened.

Without any hesitation, Chen Mo's fingers flew across the screen.

Wei Shan had 4,200 yuan in his card, plus the 800 yuan he had collected as New Year's money, which made a total of 5,000 yuan.

This sum of money, which in later generations wouldn't even be enough for his afternoon tea, was used by him to buy CITIC Securities at an extremely fast pace!

As a top-tier speculative investor who has experienced a complete bull and bear market cycle, he could recite the starting route of this "2015 leveraged bull market" with his eyes closed.

In the second half of 2014, the clarion call for the bull market was absolutely sounded by the securities sector!

CITIC Securities, as the top brokerage firm at the time, was the absolute leader.

As soon as the buy order was confirmed, CITIC Securities' trading platform exploded like a rocket with its fuse lit, as massive buy orders of thousands or tens of thousands of lots flooded in, frantically buying up shares.

In less than fifteen minutes.

The intraday chart line shot up from the ground, and with an extremely domineering posture, it firmly locked itself at the upper limit!

An increase of 10%!

The initial investment of five thousand yuan instantly turned into five thousand five hundred yuan.

Although the absolute profit was only five hundred yuan, Chen Mo was extremely excited. The stock market trend proved that the world route had not deviated in any way.

A thousand miles begins with a single step.

This 10% profit was the first cornerstone of his reborn capitalist empire.

After confirming that the stock price had firmly held its limit up, Chen Mo exited the trading software and skillfully opened Eastmoney.com, the largest stock forum in China.

In this era, stock forums are a mixed bag, but they also harbor countless funds and retail investors looking for the next big thing.

Chen Mo casually registered an account with the ID: [Silent Sickle].

He posted his first post since his rebirth on the CITIC Securities stock forum, with a highly provocative title:

The clarion call for a major bull market has sounded! Go all in on CITIC Securities and wait to double your money!

The post was extremely concise, containing no lengthy analysis. It simply included a screenshot of a transaction record showing a full-position purchase of CITIC Securities shares, and concluded with a prediction:

"The main upward trend in the brokerage sector has officially begun. CITIC Securities is bound to open sharply higher tomorrow, hitting the daily limit up on low volume. In this era where money is plentiful, missing out is the biggest crime!"

After the post was published, it quickly attracted ridicule from several retail investors:

"Another one's gone mad, calling five thousand yuan a full position?"

"A bull market, my foot! Are you still asleep? How can the A-shares market rise when it's so lifeless?"

Chen Mo chuckled as he read the comments and logged out of his account.

He's not in a hurry. He'll wait until CITIC Securities moves in the direction he predicted tomorrow. Then, these retail investors who have been trapped for a long time and are eager to find a source of inspiration will naturally become his first and most loyal supporters.

In the capital market, fame is often equivalent to an ATM.

Putting his phone away, Chen Mo turned his attention back to his high school textbooks.

Although he got into a 985 university after repeating a year of high school in his previous life, it was through sheer hard work and perseverance that he achieved it step by step.

Now, when Chen Mo rereads his high school math and physics textbooks, he is surprised to find that the formulas and auxiliary lines that once gave him a headache are now crystal clear.

Having experienced over a decade of intense competition, data analysis, and extreme logical training in the financial markets, his current thinking and comprehension abilities far surpass those of an average high school student.

Those questions were as simple as dissecting a flawed financial statement in his eyes.

"As long as you maintain a certain amount of review every day and sort out the knowledge structure, not to mention ordinary 985 universities, even Tsinghua and Peking University may not be out of reach."

Chen Mo casually wrote down three solutions next to an extremely difficult physics problem, his eyes shining.

A day of classes passed in the blink of an eye.

When the school bell rang in the afternoon, the once quiet campus instantly erupted in excitement.

Chen Mo, carrying his schoolbag, walked out of the school gate with the flow of people.

As soon as he stepped out of the school gate, he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

At the entrance of a dark alley to the right of the school gate, seven or eight young men with brightly colored hair and cigarettes were blocking the way.

Leading the group was Brother Dao, whose arm was tattooed with the image of a dragon crossing the river, while Wang Hao stood beside him like a lackey, pointing at Chen Mo who was walking out of the school gate.

"Brother Dao, it's that country bumpkin!" Wang Hao's face was full of resentment, as if he could already see Chen Mo kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Brother Dao spat his cigarette butt on the ground and led his men to surround Chen Mo, instantly blocking him at the alley entrance.

Seeing this, the surrounding students hurriedly moved away in fear, afraid of getting into trouble.

"Kid, I heard you're pretty arrogant? You don't even put me, Brother Dao from South Street, in your eyes?" Brother Dao walked up to Chen Mo, arrogantly shaking his leg, and reached out to slap Chen Mo's face.

Chen Mo's eyes were icy cold as he prepared to dislocate the claw.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly came from across the street:

"Fuck your mother! Who dares to touch my brother Mo?!"

Immediately afterwards, the earth seemed to tremble.

Across the street, Wei Shan, as imposing as an iron tower, with bare arms covered in muscles and mud, carrying an iron wrench, charged towards them with bloodshot eyes!

Behind Wei Shan were fifteen or sixteen construction workers, all dressed in worn-out work clothes, covered in dust, and carrying shovels and steel pipes!

These men, who toil year-round on construction sites under the scorching sun, possess a fierce, street-smart ruthlessness that is truly terrifying when they get angry.

"Holy crap..."

The once arrogant thugs turned pale with fright when they saw this steel torrent that seemed ready to devour them, and their legs trembled uncontrollably.

Wei Shan rushed forward in a few steps, looking like a demon god.

He didn't give Brother Dao a chance to talk nonsense. He stretched out his large, fan-like hand, grabbed Brother Dao's collar, and lifted the skinny, tall gang leader off the ground with just one hand!

"Who the hell did you just say you were going to mess with?!" Wei Shan's eyes widened in anger, and he spat all over Dao Ge's face.

Dao Ge felt as if his neck was being strangled by an iron hoop, making it difficult to breathe. Looking at the iron wrench in Wei Shan's hand, which could smash his head open if it were to fall, he was so scared that his soul almost flew away. Suddenly, his crotch felt hot, and he actually peed his pants on the spot.

"Big...Big Brother! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Brother Dao cried out in a sob.

Wang Hao, who was standing to the side, was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen and his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He just couldn't understand how a poor transfer student from the countryside could know so many ruthless people!

Chen Mo pushed aside the thugs blocking his way and calmly walked up to the terrified Wang Hao.

Thinking Chen Mo was going to retaliate, Wang Hao was so frightened that he immediately kowtowed, "Chen Mo... no, Brother Mo! I was wrong! I'll never dare to do it again! Please forgive me!"

Looking at Wang Hao, who was crying his heart out, a hint of boredom flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.

Yesterday's beating had already vented his anger, and now, facing this high school kid who only knew how to bluff, he didn't even have the energy to kick him.

"Get lost." Chen Mo uttered a single word indifferently, not even wanting to waste time looking at him.

Then, he patted Wei Shan on the shoulder: "Shanzi, put him down. Tell the brothers to put away their weapons and not cause any trouble."

Wei Shan snorted coldly, tossed Dao Ge to the ground like trash, and turned to face Chen Mo, his face immediately plastered with a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile: "Brother Mo, those blind fools didn't hurt you, did they?"

"It's nothing." Chen Mo smiled, his gaze sweeping over the slightly flustered coworkers behind Wei Shan. "Is there any progress on the matter I asked you to handle?"

Wei Shan nodded immediately and pulled a piece of paper covered with names and phone numbers from his pocket: "Brother Mo, it's all here! These fifteen brothers are all from the same hometown, reliable and honest, and they all have their ID cards with them. Just say the word, and it's done anytime!"

"Well done."

Chen Mo took the list, his eyes gleaming.

He ignored the group of thugs who looked like stray dogs at the alley entrance and led Wei Shan and the others straight away from the school area.

Half an hour later.

Chen Mo had Wei Shan and the others order food at a Shaxian snack shop, while he took the list and walked into an old Haitong Securities branch on the street corner.

The sales department was about to close for the day, and the lobby was almost empty.

Chen Mo didn't go to the counter. Instead, he glanced around and walked straight to a customer manager in the corner who was frantically scratching his head in front of the computer screen, looking very worried.

"No need to catch them anymore, I'll take care of this month's account opening target."

Chen Mo pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the other person with an air of authority.

Before the other person could ask a question, he gently pushed the piece of paper with fifteen names written on it over and said:

"Not just this month. I know you need a lot of clean accounts to go through the funding channels above."

Chen Mo leaned forward slightly, staring into the other person's shocked eyes. "Fifty real accounts as a minimum, with all original documents. Let's find someone who can make the decision to come out and talk. I want the lion's share of the processing fee."