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Caprice restaurant.

The lights were soft, and the view of Victoria Harbour at night was visible outside the window.

There weren't many people talking quietly in the restaurant. The silver cutlery gleamed under the lights, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of wine and cream.

Chen Mo didn't order a complicated dinner, but only asked the chef to prepare a few light dishes.

Foie gras mousse, blue lobster, black truffle risotto, and a warm pear dessert.

Lu Jingyi picked up the champagne glass, her eyes less serious and more lively.

"Mr. Chen, I've noticed you have a good eye for choosing locations."

"Efficiency is needed when discussing business, and it's the same with meals."

"Is this a compliment to Caprice, or a compliment to yourself?"

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Jingyi couldn't help but laugh.

She discovered that Chen Mo could be so serious that a room full of financial elites wouldn't dare to breathe, but when he relaxed, he had a very light sense of humor.

It's not exciting, but it's very captivating.

After all the dishes were served, the two ate and chatted.

The topic gradually shifted from shell companies to European currencies.

Lu Jingyi finally couldn't hold back and asked, "President Chen, which currency are you really focusing on tonight?"

Chen Mo cut off a small piece of lobster, pondered for a moment, and said, "Swiss francs, the Swiss National Bank has been supporting the 1.20 floor for far too long."

Lu Jingyi was a little surprised. She put down her knife and fork and her expression became serious.

"However, their public stance has been very firm. The prevailing market opinion is that the Swiss National Bank would rather continue expanding its balance sheet than easily abandon the lower limit. Because if it does, a surge in the Swiss franc would directly hit exports and inflation."

"Market consensus is often meant to be overturned," Chen Mo said calmly.

Do you think they will give up?

"It's not a matter of opinion," Chen Mo looked up at her, "it's that they have to give up."

Lu Jingyi was startled. Although Chen Mo hadn't explained things clearly, he had pointed out several directions.

Expectations for quantitative easing in the Eurozone are growing stronger. If the European Central Bank starts injecting liquidity and the Swiss National Bank continues to hold firm at 1.20, it would mean being forced to buy euros indefinitely.

Switzerland's balance sheet will become increasingly unsightly.

Central banks in small countries can fight the market for a while, but they cannot bail out the Eurozone forever.

As Lu Jingyi listened, her expression gradually changed.

She wasn't entirely unaware of these logical considerations.

But she had never pushed them to such an extreme conclusion as Chen Mo.

"If it really happens as you say, the Swiss franc will surge instantly," she whispered. "Many forex brokers will be wiped out."

"So the channels are very important," Chen Mo said. "Avoid small platforms and only use the over-the-counter channels of top investment banks and banks. Diversify your positions, keep sufficient margin, and don't pursue the highest leverage."

Lu Jingyi looked at him: "Are you reminding me?"

"I guess so."

Why?

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Because your list of shell companies tonight is quite good."

Lu Jingyi was slightly taken aback, then a bright smile appeared in her eyes.

"President Chen's reward is truly special."

"Opportunity is more valuable than dinner."

"I've got it."

Lu Jingyi picked up her cup and gently touched the water glass in front of Chen Mo.

"Thanks."

The atmosphere between the two subtly drew closer.

Halfway through the meal, Chen Mo suddenly remarked, as if speaking casually:

"Investing is still going well."

Lu Jingyi looked up: "Why do you say that?"

"The real economy is too troublesome." Chen Mo leaned back in his chair. "In today's China, you can't get anywhere without connections."

Lu Jingyi's eyes flickered slightly.

"Does Mr. Chen have any physical projects in mainland China?"

Chen Mo glanced at her, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Ms. Lu, you haven't failed to complete this stage of client profiling, have you?"

Lu Jingyi didn't pretend to be naive and frankly said, "I have indeed looked at the publicly available information about Xingchen Technology, De'er Technology, Xingxin Mining, and Feiyu Real Estate."

"Then you should know about the gold mine in the eastern suburbs."

"I know a little."

Chen Mo said casually, "Today, Zhao Qiming from the provincial capital went there wanting to take 30% of Xingxin Mining for 100 million yuan. My people refused, so they threatened to shut down production for rectification."

Lu Jingyi paused slightly in her knife and fork.

She looked up at Chen Mo, a coldness settling in her bright eyes: "One hundred million, and you're only taking 30%? This guy's behavior is far too disgusting."

As a daughter of a prominent family who grew up in the highest echelons of society, Lu Jingyi despises those spoiled brats who use their parents' limited approval authority to exploit private enterprises in local areas.

Not only was their eating manners unsightly, but they were also hopelessly stupid.

Although she hadn't seen the final report on the quality of the gold mine in Jiangcheng County, the fact that Chen Mo had taken a liking to it and that the local government was so determined to keep it under wraps meant it was definitely a treasure trove.

Trying to take 30% of a 100 million yuan investment without any investment is outright robbery.

Moreover, Chen Mo had just shared with her the invaluable insider information about the Swiss franc without reservation.

Even if it's just to repay this favor, she absolutely cannot sit idly by.

Chen Mo understood the change in Lu Jingyi's expression, but maintained a helpless demeanor on his face.

He picked up his water glass, took a sip, and sighed, "The provincial development and reform system and state-owned assets background are indeed a huge burden on local private small businesses. One phone call from him can get the provincial natural resources department to order a halt and rectification. The fragility of the real economy is sometimes truly disheartening."

Lu Jingyi cut off a small piece of foie gras and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly, while her mind was rapidly searching for information about "Xi'an Provincial Development and Reform Commission System" and "Zhao Qiming".

She spends most of her time in Beijing, Shanghai, and Hong Kong, and mid-level officials from inland provinces like Shanxi are simply not on her radar.

But if the forces behind her were to make a move, her parents wouldn't even need to show up in person; a simple phone call from a secretary would be enough to get everything done perfectly.

However, she did not want to reveal her family background to Chen Mo.

"President Chen," Lu Jingyi put down her knife and fork, "Don't worry about this matter yet. The rules of survival in China are indeed complex, but sometimes, foreign monks can be quite eloquent."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance: "Oh? What does Miss Lu mean?"

Lu Jingyi leaned forward slightly and fabricated a story with an air of seriousness: "Merrill Lynch, as a top global investment bank, actually has a very deep presence in mainland China. A few years ago, several large state-owned enterprises in Shanxi Province issued offshore bonds in Hong Kong and carried out overseas mergers and acquisitions, all of which were spearheaded by Merrill Lynch."

She blinked and continued, "Coincidentally, at that time, several real big shots in the state-owned assets and mining systems of Xi'an Province had a fairly good relationship with Meilin. Although that young master Zhao's father had some influence in the Development and Reform Commission system, he probably didn't rank among those big shots. Do you want me to help you make a connection and have someone put in a good word for Xingxin Mining?"

Chen Mo almost burst out laughing inside.

Merrill Lynch's network?

Merrill Lynch does have business with mainland state-owned enterprises, but would a foreign investment bank go across provinces to find a bigwig in the state-owned assets system to put pressure on a spoiled brat for a small gold mine in a county town?

This logic is completely untenable.

The only explanation is that Lu Jingyi was using her own personal connections, merely borrowing Meilin's name as a front.

But Chen Mo didn't show the slightest flaw on his face. He looked at her with some emotion and said, "Miss Lu, isn't this too much trouble? This is, after all, my personal matter, and it involves multiple provinces. Using connections of this level will probably consume a lot of resources within Merrill Lynch."

Before Lu Jingyi could speak, Chen Mo continued, "But don't worry, Ms. Lu, if this goes through, after I sign the contract with Merrill Lynch, I will personally write a thank-you letter to your Asia-Pacific president! In the letter, I will emphasize that it was Ms. Lu Jingyi's outstanding handling skills and irreplaceable customer service spirit that facilitated the in-depth cooperation between Chuangsheng Investment and Merrill Lynch!"

Chen Mo spoke with utmost sincerity, his eyes even carrying a sense of wanting to take credit for you.

Lu Jingyi was stunned when she saw his serious and earnest expression.

Two seconds later, she finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That smile was like a spring breeze thawing the ice, making her incredibly radiant.

Asia Pacific President?

Forget about writing a thank-you note; even the CEO of Merrill Lynch's global headquarters would have to politely hand over his business card to her father. Chen Mo, on the other hand, was acting all serious, trying to take credit for her. They really thought she was an assistant sent by Merrill Lynch. If she hadn't requested it herself...

But looking at Chen Mo's profile, which was calm and mature yet still retained some youthful features, Lu Jingyi's heart suddenly softened.

She suddenly realized.

Yes, no matter how meticulously this man plans at the long table, no matter how terrifying his macro-logical analysis is, his real age... is actually only eighteen.

Even though he was just a high school senior, and now possesses wealth, he still finds it difficult to understand the interpersonal relationships and social dynamics in China.

A feeling of care quietly welled up from the deepest part of Lu Jingyi's heart.

"Okay," Lu Jingyi smiled slightly and followed his lead, her voice becoming cheerful, "Then my career prospects will all depend on this thank-you letter from President Chen."

"Don't worry, I've got it covered." Chen Mo patted his chest, his tone very confident.

"The matter in the western province will have a result by tomorrow at the latest, so don't worry. Meilin has the strength to handle this." Lu Jingyi smiled and raised her glass of champagne.

"Then thank you in advance, Sister Lu." Chen Mo smiled and raised his water glass.

Hearing the half-joking "Sister Lu," Lu Jingyi's heart skipped a beat, and her smile deepened.

As Chen Mo lowered his head to cut the steak, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.