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

Lin, a client manager at Haitong Securities' business department, was originally just a low-level employee struggling on the verge of being laid off. But at this moment, looking at the person in front of him wearing a No. 1 Middle School uniform, he suddenly felt both amused and exasperated.

However, in the next fifteen minutes, Chen Mo completely broke through Manager Lin's psychological defenses with extremely professional financial jargon and impeccable logic.

Ultimately, through Manager Lin's application to his superiors, Chen Mo successfully sold this batch of high-quality, absolutely safe tractor account materials to a group of speculative investors in the city at an extremely high premium.

120,000.

In 2014, in this small county town, this was a huge sum of money that an ordinary family would have to save up for two or three years without eating or drinking.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, completed his initial capital accumulation by acquiring wealth without any investment in less than 48 hours.

He delivered the promised 1,500 yuan to the workers brought by Wei Shan, returned the 4,200 yuan to Wei Shan, and added a 10,000 yuan bonus.

Unable to refuse, Wei Shan accepted the gift with tears in his eyes, becoming even more devoted to Chen Mo.

However, for Chen Mo, this 100,000 yuan was just the beginning.

Weekend morning.

Chen Mo took Wei Shan on the high-speed train to Suzhou and Hangzhou.

On the eve of this major bull market, private margin trading companies in the Yangtze River Delta region sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

These financial brokers, operating in the gray area, will lend you money as long as you're willing to ask, regardless of who you are.

They only care about the margin and the risk control liquidation line.

Inside a high-end office building in the center of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The owner of Hengyuan Capital, with a cigar in his mouth, looked at Chen Mo sitting opposite him with some surprise.

Although Chen Mo changed into a mature casual outfit, his youthful face was still undeniable.

However, when Chen Mo slammed 100,000 yuan in cash on the table and announced the terms of the transaction, the boss immediately dropped his contempt.

"Principal of 100,000, leveraged at a 1:10 ratio, annual interest rate of 15%. Interest paid monthly."

The boss exhaled a smoke ring, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but in this line of work, people always value money above all else.

However, Chen Mo did not follow the usual practice of the margin trading company and use the live trading account they provided. Instead, he made an extremely demanding condition—he required the margin trading company to directly transfer the 90 yuan of leveraged funds into the bank card under Wei Shan's name.

"This is against the rules. The funds are out of our account monitoring, which is too risky," the boss said, frowning as he refused.

Without wasting words, Chen Mo slammed the funding channel agreement he had just received from Manager Lin onto the table and said, "The funds will circulate within Haitong Securities. I'll use the reputation of the city's major speculative capital to back you up. As long as you deposit the money, I'll pay you every penny of interest every month. If you don't want it, I'll turn left and find another one."

The boss flipped through the agreement, saw the official seal and the names of the speculators, weighed his options for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

After the 90 yuan in leveraged funds were deposited into Wei Shan's bank card as promised and transferred entirely to his securities account, Chen Mo looked at the numbers on the screen and finally smiled.

The 100,000 yuan earned from selling the account, plus the 900,000 yuan from the leveraged investment, and the remaining principal and profits from the CITIC Securities investment in Wei Shan's account, brought the available funds in the account to exactly 1,006,050 yuan.

But Chen Mo's ambitions clearly extend beyond this.

After returning to the county town, he didn't even go home. He went straight to the Haitong Securities business department and pushed open the door to Manager Lin's office.

"Please activate the margin trading function for this account."

Chen Mo threw Wei Shan's ID card and account information on the table.

Manager Lin's face immediately fell upon seeing this: "Young Master Chen, it's not that I don't want to help you. There are strict regulations for margin trading. You meet the minimum capital requirement of 50, but the account must have been open for at least six months! This account was only opened yesterday..."

Chen Mo leaned down slightly and stared at him: "Rules are rules, but people are flexible. You've worked at Haitong for so many years, don't tell me you don't have the authority to give major clients special treatment. Is the ongoing maintenance of those accounts, and the commissions from the city's speculative capital, enough to cover the risk?"

Manager Lin's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth. "People will die for money, birds will die for food. I'll risk it!"

"Okay! I'll get special permission from the branch office manager to give you VIP access!"

In less than half an hour, the brokerage firm successfully issued the 1x financing quota (i.e., double leverage).

With a principal of 1,006,050 yuan and a margin loan of 1 million yuan from the brokerage firm, Chen Mo's account suddenly had an operational amount exceeding 2,010,000 yuan!

Starting with 5000 yuan, in just a few days, the amount of funds he could mobilize swelled to the level of two million yuan.

This is the true speed at which speculative investors amass wealth!

Everything is ready.

The opening auction on Monday morning had just ended.

Chen Mo, holding his phone, sat in the last row of the classroom, his eyes fixed on a stock with the code 600399—Fushun Special Steel.

If the end of 2014 was the era of big financial institutions and securities firms, then in the period from September to October, the real king of speculative stocks, the meat grinder in which countless speculative funds competed, was definitely Fushun Special Steel, which soared to the sky on the back of military industry reform and nuclear power themes!

This stock soared from 5 yuan to nearly 30 yuan in just a few months, a six-fold increase, making it a prime example of a chicken turning into a phoenix!

"Full position, buy."

Without any hesitation, Chen Mo invested all 201 million yuan into Fushun Special Steel!

The huge buy order instantly created a ripple on the trading screen.

Less than ten minutes after the market opened, under the cover of a collective surge in the military sector, Fushun Special Steel's intraday chart soared like a spring rising from the ground, swiftly hitting the daily limit!

A fully invested 201 million yuan stock hit its daily limit, resulting in a floating profit of over 20 yuan in a single day!

That evening, Chen Mo logged into the stock forum again and posted the transaction record of his heavily invested Fushun Special Steel stock under the account "Silent Sickle".

The blatant display of 201 million yuan in funds and the exceptional operational techniques completely ignited the entire forum.

In the following days, Chen Mo, with his extraordinary market sense, repeatedly traded several speculative stocks at the time, such as Fushun Special Steel, Hongyuan Securities, and Changjiang Securities, making huge profits each time. His popularity on the stock forum exploded exponentially, and local business owners and private equity studios who privately contacted him to demand a share of the profits almost crashed his private messaging system.

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Meanwhile, on the campus of the county's No. 1 High School.

Ever since the shocking incident at the school gate where "Wei Shan led fifteen burly men to scare Brother Dao to death," Chen Mo has become a taboo figure that no one in the entire senior year dares to mess with.

Wang Hao always kept a low profile in class, barely daring to breathe.

His city classmates, who used to look at him with strange eyes, have now not only stopped looking down on him, but many of them have even started to take the initiative to strike up conversations and show goodwill.

But Chen Mo ignored all of this.

Aside from glancing at the market during opening hours, he spent the rest of his time frantically absorbing high school knowledge.

With his understanding and logical analysis skills from later generations, he quickly mastered the difficult points in those high school textbooks.

Time flies, and a week later...

The results of the first school-wide monthly exam for senior high school students have been officially released.

During class meeting, homeroom teacher Liu Jianguo, holding the report cards, said with a grim face: "Our class's overall performance in this monthly exam was acceptable. However! Some transfer students not only lack motivation in their daily studies, but they also slacked off on the exams! They submitted blank papers for all subjects and ranked last in the grade! They are simply the black sheep of the class!"

The whole class subconsciously turned their gaze to Chen Mo, who was twirling a pen in the last row, but quickly looked away as if they had been electrocuted, afraid of angering this ruthless person who could be easily manipulated even by gangsters.

Chen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids.

He deliberately came in last place.

"In order to implement the school's spirit of one-on-one assistance and pairing up for mutual help," Liu Jianguo cleared his throat, glanced at Chen Mo with a somewhat complicated look, and announced the decision that Chen Mo had been waiting for, "the seating will be rearranged this time. The student who is last in the class will sit next to the student who is first in the class."

"Chen Mo, you move to the third row by the window. Su Qingyan, you'll be in charge of supervising his studies."

Upon hearing this, the whole class erupted in uproar.

Countless boys looked at Chen Mo with envy in their eyes, but dared not speak out against it.

The third row, by the window.

Su Qingyan paused slightly as she was organizing the test papers, a hint of panic flashing in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

She tilted her head slightly and met Chen Mo's calm eyes.

The insurmountable Chu-Han border of our past lives, and the missed white moonlight.

This life is finally about to begin anew.

Chen Mo slowly stood up, picked up his schoolbag, and under the complex gazes of the entire class, walked step by step toward the path that fate had originally intended for him.