Hong Kong variety show: The tycoon who emerged from Portland Street

The following morning, Chen Mo arrived at the main hall on time with several of his top lieutenants.

Although there were quite a few people in the main hall today, it was nowhere near as lively as it used to be.

Even Chui Shui Ji just sat there smoking, showing no interest in chatting with anyone.

"What's wrong? Why is everyone so lifeless today? Has someone died?"

As soon as Chen Mo entered the main hall, he made a loud noise, attracting everyone's attention.

"No one died, but it's practically the same as being dead," Dafei replied with a hint of schadenfreude.

Chen Mo sat down in his seat and asked, "Dafei, what happened?"

"Amo, keep your voice down." Thirteen Sister tugged at Chen Mo's arm.

"Everyone's lost a lot of money in the stock market lately, and they're in a bad mood. Don't add fuel to the fire."

Chen Mo realized that Thirteen Sister and Han Bin weren't the only ones involved in stock trading within the Emotional Society.

"Hey! I thought it was something serious! It's nothing, just losing some money!"

If you trust me, hold onto your stocks; they'll recover in a few years.

Upon hearing Chen Mo say this, many people immediately gathered around.

The one who came over the fastest was Chui Shui Ji: "Amo, are you serious? It really can rise back up?"

Before Chen Mo could speak, Ma Wangjian mocked from the side, "Brother Ji, don't be so desperate for a cure. What does he know?"

On Monday, my people saw him at the Hong Kong Stock Exchange; he himself probably lost a lot of money.

It'll just come back up; I'm just trying to comfort myself.

Upon hearing Ma Wangjian's words, Thirteen Sister asked with concern, "Is that true, Amo? You lost money too?"

Chen Mo glanced at Ma Wangjian with disdain and scoffed, "Does going to the Hong Kong Stock Exchange mean I'm bound to lose money? Can't I go there to make money?"

"Everyone knows the stock market is crashing like crazy right now, how can you make money? You're making a fool of yourself!" Ma Wangjian continued to mock.

Chen Mo retorted, "You think I'm like you? Do you even know anything about stocks?"

"You talk like you know everything!"

"Of course I understand. Guodong, Datou, show the stuff to the bosses!"

Chen Mo waved to Shen Guodong and Da Tou behind him.

Shen Guodong and Da Tou suppressed their laughter and placed the newspapers and magazines that Chen Mo had asked them to bring on the middle table, distributing them among some of the gang leaders and big shots.

"What is this? I don't understand it!" Chui Shuiji held a newspaper, flipping through it over and over, only recognizing Chen Mo's photo; he didn't recognize anything else.

"Holy crap!" Han Bin exclaimed after glancing at the magazine a few times.

Because he frequently smuggled goods to Southeast Asia, Han Bin's English was quite good.

"Amo, you went to the US and were featured in a magazine? And you made two billion dollars? What did you do?"

Han Bin's words caused a stir among the audience.

"Two billion US dollars? How much is that in Hong Kong dollars?"

"Really? It must be a scam!"

Chen Mo raised his head proudly and said, "Not that much, not that much. The media must have exaggerated. I only earned a little over a billion US dollars, not much, not much!"

Chui Shuiji, with his chubby face, leaned in, looking utterly obsequious, and pleaded, "Brother Mo, tell everyone, how did you make so much money? Is there some secret to it?"

"Yeah, yeah, Brother Mo, teach us!" Many of the big shots echoed.

Apart from Ekin Cheng, Ma Wangjian, and a few others who sat in their seats with somewhat grim expressions, everyone else gathered around Chen Mo, waiting for him to share his secrets to making money.

Thirteen Sister and Han Bin, who were originally sitting next to Chen Mo, were pushed out.

Who wouldn't want to earn two billion US dollars!

Just as everyone was surrounding Chen Mo, asking for his investment secrets, Jiang Tiansheng brought Chen Yao in.

"What are you all doing gathered together like this? It's so lively!"

Upon hearing Jiang Tiansheng's voice, everyone remembered that they were there for a club meeting, but had forgotten in their excitement.

"Mr. Jiang, Ah Mo made two billion from the United States! In US dollars!" Chui Shui Ji excitedly showed the magazine in his hand to Jiang Tiansheng.

"How much? Two billion? US dollars?" Jiang Tiansheng wondered if he had misheard.

Even if you sold the entire Hung Hing Group, it wouldn't be worth two billion US dollars!

Jiang Tiansheng reached out and took the magazine from Chui Shuiji's hand. The more he looked at the contents, the more upset he became.

Damn it, I just lost hundreds of millions in the stock market, and you've made so much money.

Jiang Tiansheng's expression gradually began to distort, but fortunately, the magazine in his hand served as a cover, so apart from Chen Yao beside him, no one else could see it.

When Jiang Tiansheng put down the magazine in his hand, his expression had returned to normal, and he was calm and composed again.

"Hehe, that's good news, that's great news. Congratulations, Amo."

Chen Mo didn't care whether Jiang Tiansheng was sincere or not, and replied with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang. I was just lucky."

After Jiang Tiansheng sat down in his head seat, the others obediently returned to their seats.

Before Jiang Tiansheng could speak, Chen Mo preemptively said to Thirteen Sister and Han Bin beside him, "Sister Sister, Brother Bin, part of my capital this time came from you, so you should also get a share of the profits."

Chen Mo took out two checks from his pocket, handing one to Thirteen Sister and the other to Han Bin.

"Sister, you gave me 20 million back then, and we agreed that I would take 30% of the profits, and the rest, including principal and interest, would be 74 million."

"Brother Bin, you gave me fifty million, this is your share, one hundred and eighty million."

"So many?" Thirteen Sister exclaimed in surprise.

Han Bin took the check for 180 million, his face beaming with joy, unable to stop smiling.

"Amo, if there are any more good things like this in the future, come find me!"

The others also cast envious glances at Han Bin and Thirteen Sister.

Wow, that's a lot of money! Why didn't I get to have such a great deal?!

Jiang Tiansheng's lips twitched at the sight. He really wanted those two checks!

Why didn't I cultivate a better relationship with Chen Mo back then? If I had, would Chen Mo have thought of me when he needed money? Would I have gotten a share of the profits today?

Noticing the reactions of those around him, Chen Mo knew that he had achieved his goal for the day.

The reason he gave Thirteen Sister and Han Bin checks in front of everyone was not only to show off, but also to let these people in the gang see that they could make money by following him, Chen Mo.

How much benefit could Jiang Tiansheng offer them if he tried to win them over?

Even a small amount leaked by Chen Mo would be enough for them to make a fortune.

After Chen Mo handed the check to Thirteen Sister and Han Bin, Chen Mo's system finally calculated the wealth value for him from this short selling of US stocks.

Of the funds transferred back from the United States this time, the net profit was US$1.25 billion.

Converted to Hong Kong dollars, that's 9.75 billion. After deducting the share for Thirteen Sister and Han Bin, that leaves 94.96 billion.

With a wealth value of 949,600, including his previous wealth, Chen Mo's wealth value has now exceeded seven figures.

Chen Mo has finally achieved financial freedom.

It can be said that as long as he doesn't buy supernatural items and abilities, or technological information that is too far ahead of its time, Chen Mo will basically not have to worry about running out of wealth points in the future.