Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The group returned to the living room, where Chen Mo offered each of them a cigarette and then sat down on the sofa to light one himself.

"Zhao Peng will definitely not let this go after he's been beaten up."

Shen Yi also lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"Brother Mo, don't worry, leave this to us brothers."

Chen Mo shook his head.

"It's pointless and a waste of time to argue back and forth with the Zhao family."

He looked up at Ye Jingge across from him.

"Have your uncle take action. The Zhao family are local tyrants in Hangzhou; none of them have clean hands. We need to bring them down completely and send them all to jail."

Ye Jingge nodded emphatically.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I'll tell your uncle right now."

Chen Mo hummed in agreement, and that was the end of it.

Watching Ye Jingge take out his phone and walk aside to call Ye Changguo, he felt nothing.

To him, the Zhao family was nothing more than a grasshopper, something he could easily crush, not worth a second thought.

Chen Mo looked at Shen Yi, Han Ziang, and Zhou Zitao.

"I'll take you guys to do a big job when the US stock market opens tonight. You guys prepare the venue and funds, and then follow my instructions."

The three men's eyes lit up instantly, like hungry wolves seeing fresh meat.

The money I made with Chen Mo last time still makes my heart race when I think about it.

"Hehe, Brother Mo! We had already prepared the venue and funds before we came to Hangzhou."

Shen Yi rubbed his hands together, looking eager to try.

Han Zi'ang nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, Brother Mo, we've been waiting for you to speak."

Zhou Zitao spoke excitedly.

"Brother Mo, we've prepared 20 billion this time! We're ready to pull off something big with you."

Chen Mo's gaze finally landed on Lin Yue beside him.

"You come too."

Lin Yue was looking down, clutching his water glass, feeling out of place with them.

"Brother Mo, I... I think I'll pass. I lost almost all my money in the stock market, and now I only have a few thousand yuan left in my account, so there's no point in investing..."

As he finished speaking, his voice grew softer and softer, and his head was almost buried in his chest.

A man can't stand up straight if he has no money in his pocket.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yi laughed, stood up and strode over, stretching out his arm to put his arm around his shoulder.

"When you were swinging the steel bars at the door just now, you rushed in even faster than me. One hit and Zhao Peng's leg almost broke. Where did that fierceness go?"

He patted Lin Yue's back repeatedly.

"It's just the principal, right? I'll transfer ten million to you later! The principal is mine; any profits are yours, and any losses are mine!"

Han Zi'ang also came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, I'll lend you ten million too. With Brother Mo's help, stock trading is a sure thing, you can just wait to count your money. The amount we made last time with Brother Mo is more than enough to scare you."

Zhou Zitao also smiled and spoke to Lin Yue.

"I'll lend you ten million too."

Three people, thirty million.

They said it as casually as offering three cigarettes, not taking it seriously at all.

Lin Yue was completely stunned, standing there motionless, his mouth agape for a long time without uttering a single word.

He knew Chen Mo's stock trading skills well; he was basically guaranteed to make a profit.

Shen Yi and the other two lent him 30 million as principal, which was essentially like putting money directly into his pocket.

His eyes were red-rimmed, he was clenching his teeth, and his voice was trembling.

"Brothers... I... thank you! I'll remember this kindness for the rest of my life!"

"Alright, alright, stop dawdling like that, you're a grown man."

Shen Yi smiled and gave him a push.

"Thanks a lot. If you make some money tonight, just treat us guys to a good drink. From now on, we're all brothers following Brother Mo, no need to be so polite."

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa and watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After sitting for another two minutes, the group was in a hurry to go back and prepare, to ensure everything went smoothly, and they all got up to say goodbye.

Lin Yue followed them out, and the group rushed out the door excitedly.

The living room fell silent instantly, leaving only Chen Mo, the Ye siblings, and Lu Xingyao.

Chen Mo put down his teacup and stood up.

"Second brother, come with me to the training room. I'll teach you cultivation now."

Ye Jingge's heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of joy.

He quickly replied "Yes" and hurried after him.

Ye Yunshu and Lu Xingyao followed behind, heading towards the basement together.

Pushing open the door, the practice room is extremely spacious, with thick, non-slip mats on the floor. Two large screens are embedded in the walls, and a row of white porcelain bottles are neatly arranged on a solid wood shelf in the corner, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

This was modified by Ye Yunshu at Chen Mo's request, specifically for cultivation.

Ye Jingge stood at the door, his footsteps unconsciously becoming lighter, his gaze sweeping over the screen and the porcelain vase, his breathing noticeably heavier.

Chen Mo walked to the screen and casually pressed a couple of buttons, bringing up two instructional videos.

"Second brother, these are two Yellow-rank martial arts techniques."

Chen Mo spoke, his tone flat and even.

"One is the Mountain-Crushing Palm, and the other is the Iron Wire Fist. Master both, and you'll be able to cultivate to the Qi and Blood Realm."

He paused, then added.

"The soldiers on the border also learn these two basic techniques. Those who are willing to work hard can reach the ninth level of body refinement and gain about a thousand pounds of strength. That's more than enough to deal with the Indians on the border."

"I'll explain the specific cultivation levels to you later."

Ye Jingge stood ramrod straight, his hands pressed against the seams of his trousers, and nodded emphatically as if receiving a military order.

"clear!"

"Just practice by following the videos. If you don't understand something, watch it a few more times and practice it a few more times."

As Chen Mo spoke, he walked to the shelf, picked up a bottle of pills, and tossed it over, saying, "You have a strong military foundation, so you absorb nutrients quickly. Take one pill before you begin your cultivation."

Ye Jingge reached out and caught the medicine bottle; it was slightly cool to the touch.

Without uttering a single wasted word, he immediately opened the package, poured out a pill, and swallowed it.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a warm current flowed down the throat, spreading to every part of the body, making all the muscles feel warm and swollen.

He walked to the center of the field, stood still, stared at the movements on the big screen, and followed along, learning each move from the starting stance.

Watching Chen Mo demonstrate and explain on the big screen, Ye Jingge felt his mind was working incredibly fast; he understood everything immediately and could learn anything at a glance.

I immediately practiced it once, and the movements were correct with almost no mistakes.

Could it be that I am a martial arts prodigy, one in a million?

That's not right. The army also teaches some special skills, and it took him a long time to master them.

But now my mind is indeed clear, and I learn very quickly.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, just practice.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, quickly wetting a small patch of the soft cushion.

His clothes were soaked through and stuck to his back, but he didn't notice. He was focused on the screen, practicing punch after punch repeatedly.

Chen Mo leaned against the wall and watched without saying a word.

With his masterful teaching skills, even a random dog could quickly learn and break through the basics.

Moreover, Ye Jingge was a soldier by training, so he had a solid foundation, good comprehension, and mastered power techniques very quickly.

After practicing for just over half an hour, he was already quite skilled, and his punches even made a whooshing sound.

When he practiced for the tenth time, Ye Jingge threw another punch, and with a muffled "whoosh," he felt that the force had increased considerably compared to before.

Body Refinement Level 1, Successful.

Ye Jingge clenched his fist with delight and looked up at Ye Yunshu.

"Yun Shu, spar with your second brother for a bit."