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Chapter 88 Two Sisters

three days later.

Hong Kong International Airport.

After the initial global allocation plan for Genesis Capital was finalized, Chen Mo handed over all subsequent execution work to Lu Jingyi.

Nvidia, Apple, and Amazon's open market positioning requires a slow, multi-account approach.

SMIC and JCET need to wait for suitable opportunities for private placement and industrial cooperation.

The transfer of SpaceX's existing shares was facilitated by Grant Private Bank seeking channels in the European and American markets.

As for Bitcoin, Lu Jingyi has already begun to assemble an independent digital asset team.

Each task is extremely complex.

But Chen Mo was only responsible for setting the direction.

The specifics of recruiting, establishing systems, and communicating with investment banks and lawyers were all left to Lu Jingyi to handle.

In her words, "I just joined Creation, and you're already planning to wash your hands of the business?"

Chen Mo replied confidently, "Isn't the job of a CEO to solve problems?"

Lu Jingyi was so angry that she almost threw the asset allocation report at his face.

Despite her complaints, she quickly got into the zone.

Compared to the fierce competition in overseas financial markets, Chen Mo values domestic industries more.

Overseas capital is the lifeblood.

Domestic technology, resources, manufacturing, and information platforms are the true foundation of future conglomerates.

……

Inside the first-class cabin.

Before the plane even took off, Chen Mo had already reclined his seat and was looking through the product development report sent by Douyin Group.

Zhang Nan and his team completed the first version of the product framework.

The shooting, editing, and recommendation systems have been initially put into operation, but music copyright, content cold start, and user willingness to produce content remain issues.

As Chen Mo read, he made annotations on the tablet.

"Mr. Chen, your coffee."

A gentle voice came from beside me.

Chen Mo raised his head.

The chief flight attendant in charge of first-class service was named Xu Qing, who was twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with exquisite makeup and a polite smile.

She placed the coffee on the table, her gaze subtly sweeping over the English report in Chen Mo's hand.

This was the third time she had encountered Chen Mo on this route.

At first, she thought he was a wealthy young man traveling with his family.

The second time, Chen Mo sat next to a young woman with a bright and beautiful demeanor, whom even she couldn't help but glance at a few times.

This time, he was sitting alone in first class, flipping through documents full of financial figures and company structures.

Chen Mo is far too young.

Yet, from boarding and ordering food to handling documents, every action he took was skillful and composed, completely unlike a young man experiencing high-end travel for the first time.

Moreover, the dark coat he was wearing, whose brand was unidentifiable, was clearly made by a top-tier custom tailor in terms of cut and fabric.

Xu Qing has great confidence in her professional competence.

But every time she passed Chen Mo's seat, she would still subconsciously take another look.

"Thanks."

Chen Mo nodded slightly and continued to annotate the documents.

Xu Qing did not leave immediately.

"Mr. Chen, you've been frequently traveling between Hong Kong and the mainland lately. Are you studying here?"

"It counts as studying."

Chen Mo answered casually.

"Universities in Hong Kong?"

Chen Mo looked up at her and smiled: "High school."

Xu Qing was clearly stunned.

Are you still in high school?

"Doesn't look like it?"

"It doesn't really look like it."

Realizing that her words had been somewhat rash, Xu Qing quickly regained her professional smile.

"Mr. Chen's way of handling work is very mature."

Chen Mo closed the tablet.

"Flight attendant Xu is very good at observing passengers."

When he directly addressed her by her job title, a hint of surprise flashed in Xu Qing's eyes.

The nameplate on her chest only had her name on it.

"It's for work," she said with a light laugh. "Would Mr. Chen like a blanket? The flight is quite long; you can rest for a while."

"This is troublesome."

Xu Qing brought over a blanket and handed it to Chen Mo, along with a business card.

"This is the airline's VIP service hotline. Since you frequently fly this route, you can contact us in advance if you have any special requests regarding meals, seating, or itinerary."

The words were perfectly legal, but there was an extra line of handwritten personal number on the back of the business card.

Chen Mo glanced at it, but didn't expose it. He simply put the business card into the folder.

"Thanks."

Xu Qing turned and left.

Upon entering the catering room, a young flight attendant immediately came over.

"Sister Qing, have you found out? What does he do for a living?"

"High school student."

"what?"

The young flight attendant's eyes widened.

"Who are you kidding?"

Xu Qing glanced back at the first-class cabin.

Chen Mo had already covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes to rest.

The winter sun shone through the porthole and fell on his young and serene profile.

I don't think so either.

……

Several hours later.

The plane landed at the provincial capital's international airport.

Chen Mo didn't notice Xu Qing's slightly gentler "Have a safe journey" farewell as she stood by the cabin door.

After exiting the VIP passage, the driver and two bodyguards arranged by Lu Jingyi were already waiting outside.

The driver, Zhou Zheng, was standing next to the car. When he saw Chen Mo get out, he immediately opened the back door.

Han Weidong and Qin Feng then got into another SUV in the back.

A black Audi A8 drove out of the airport.

As soon as Chen Mo turned on his phone, a notification popped up on QQ Space.

Posted by: Chu Yinuo.

The content is only one sentence long.

"In some places, it seems that you can't become a part of it just by trying hard to integrate."

No picture provided.

It was posted 15 minutes ago.

Chen Mo paused slightly.

Chu Yinuo is quiet and reserved, and she tends to keep many of her grievances to herself.

If the lively and straightforward Chu Yiran had said that, he might have just thought she had another conflict with her classmates.

But when Chu Yinuo says it, it sounds completely different.

Since the Chu sisters transferred to a boarding high school in the provincial capital, they have rarely had any contact with the outside world.

Chen Mo recalled Chu Yiran's complaints during their last phone call. Yi Nuo only said that she wasn't very familiar with her classmates yet, and that she herself was naturally not used to the new environment.

Could it be that...?

Chen Mo quickly opened Chu Yiran's profile.

Her most recent post was last night:

"If you hold back for a moment, you'll only get angrier; if you back down, you'll only feel like you've lost out!"

Below is Chu Yinuo's message.

"Still, stop messing around, delete it now."

The post has been up for over ten hours, but it's still there.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes.

The two updates, combined with the previous phone call, are enough to illustrate some points.

He dialed Chu Yinuo's number.

No one heard.

They attacked Chu again.

Still no one answered.

It's normal for schools to confiscate cell phones during closed-campus periods.

But the unease in Chen Mo's heart did not dissipate.

"Which school are the Chu sisters attending now?"

He called his mother and quickly got an answer.

Mingde Experimental Middle School in the provincial capital.

It is less than 40 kilometers from the airport.

Chen Mo glanced at the time and instead of returning to Jiangcheng County, he instructed the driver to change the route.

"Go to Mingde Experimental Middle School."

……

4:20 PM.

Mingde Experimental Middle School.

It was during extracurricular activity time.

Students wearing matching dark blue school uniforms can be seen everywhere on campus.

This school is a well-known boarding private high school in the provincial capital. The tuition is not low, the management is strict, and the students generally come from well-off families.

The Chu sisters' maternal grandfather used many connections to get them transferred here so they could receive a better education.

Their status as transfer students, their background in Jiangcheng, and their equally beautiful faces made them targets for some people from the very first day of school.

Behind the stadium.

Several girls blocked Chu Yinuo and Chu Yiran outside the equipment warehouse.

The girl in the lead was named Song Jiaqi. She had her hair permed into soft curls, her school uniform jacket was tied around her waist, and she was holding a phone covered in rhinestones.

Her father runs several building materials companies in the provincial capital, and her mother is the head of the school's parent committee.

From junior high school onwards, she was surrounded by a group of people who fawned over her.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Song Jiaqi shook the water-soaked notebook in her hand.

"Aren't you supposed to be a show-off?"

Chu Yinuo stood in front of her younger sister, her face slightly pale.

Those were her English notes, which she had spent several months compiling.

Now the pages are all soaked and rotten, the ink is a mess, and water droplets keep dripping down the cover.

Give me back my notebook.

Her voice was soft, but she tried her best to remain calm.

"Give it back to you?"

Song Jiaqi chuckled and casually tossed the notebook into the muddy water.

"Pick it up."

The girls next to him immediately burst into laughter.

Chu Yiran's eyes reddened as she rushed forward.

"Don't go too far!"

Chu Yinuo quickly grabbed her younger sister.

"Still, don't act impulsively."

"Sis, how long have they been bullying us? Are you still putting up with it?"

Chu Yiran was so angry that she trembled all over.

Ever since the two transferred schools, water has been poured on their seats, their meal cards have mysteriously disappeared, their homework has been hidden, and even the dress Chen Mo gave them was almost cut up.

They did try to talk to the teacher.

But every time the teacher investigates, everyone around them says it's "a joke between classmates."

If Song Jiaqi sheds a few more tears in front of the teacher, things will eventually turn out this way.

"The new classmate doesn't fit in"

"Both sides bear responsibility."

Chu Yinuo, mindful of the effort her grandfather had put into getting her transferred to another school, was reluctant to make a big fuss about it.

But her concessions did not stop the situation.

It only resulted in them becoming even more aggressive.

"Who bullied you?"

Song Jiaqi crossed her arms, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"We are simply teaching you the rules of virtue."

"A country bumpkin should act like a transfer student."