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

After parking his car in the residential area, Chen Mo circled around three times before finally finding a parking space.

It's not that there aren't enough parking spaces, it's that he comes back late.

The rule in the community is that whoever comes back first gets to park; those who come back late have to figure it out themselves.

He squeezed the car into the gap between two trees, but couldn't open either of the doors, so he climbed out from the trunk.

Go upstairs, open the door, and you'll find a one-bedroom apartment.

The living room is furnished with a sofa, coffee table, and TV cabinet, leaving only a narrow gap for people to walk through.

The kitchen was so small that it was difficult for two people to even turn around, and the bedroom was full with just a bed and a wardrobe.

Chen Mo stood by the window and lit a cigarette.

The neighborhood is right next to the road, and the noise of traffic keeps pouring in. The windows can't be closed tightly, and a draft always gets in through the cracks, making a whistling sound.

It's time to buy a house.

After finishing his cigarette, he picked up his phone and checked the housing prices in Hangzhou.

The average price in the city center is 40,000 to 50,000 yuan per square meter, while in better locations it's 70,000 to 80,000 yuan per square meter, and villas are even more expensive.

I opened the real estate app, flipped through a few pages, and saw a Chinese-style garden villa.

It's a detached house with white walls and gray tiles, featuring a rockery and flowing water in the courtyard, and a garage that can accommodate four cars.

The building has a floor area of ​​600 square meters and a courtyard of 300 square meters.

The total price is 120 million.

Chen Mo stared at the number for a few seconds, then glanced at his bank account balance.

Twenty-three million.

Not enough, we're short by 100 million.

Close the app and open your futures account.

He opened a Citibank account in Thailand, which was settled entirely in US dollars. It originally held more than three million US dollars, equivalent to about 22 million RMB.

With a leverage ratio of ten, a Ponzi scheme of over thirty million US dollars was instantly created.

enough.

The next morning, Chen Mo sat in front of his computer.

Su Wan brought over breakfast: millet porridge, fried eggs, milk, and fruit.

She placed the tray on the corner of the table, didn't leave, and stood there watching.

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Mo took a sip of porridge.

"You've been staring at the computer all day these past few days, what have you been up to?"

"make money."

Su Wan didn't ask any more questions. After Chen Mo finished eating, she cleared away the bowls and chopsticks.

Chen Mo logged into his futures account and accessed the Nasdaq index.

The candlestick charts danced before my eyes, red and green, densely packed.

The intuitive understanding of the ultimate state is like an inscription in my mind.

He doesn't need analysis or calculation; he can tell whether to go long or short at a glance.

The first trade is a long position.

Three minutes later, the index surged.

Chen Mo closed his position at the peak, netting a profit of two million two hundred thousand US dollars.

Converted to RMB, that's 16 million.

Su Wan brought over a plate of sliced ​​fruit and placed it on the table.

She glanced at the screen, not understanding what it said, but she did see the long string of numbers for the account balance.

My hand trembled, and the fruit platter almost tipped over.

"How much...how much is this?"

"Sixteen million."

Su Wan stood there, her mouth opening and closing.

Chen Mo ignored her and continued operating the machine.

The second stroke is to open a blank space.

The index surged and then fell back. He waited five minutes and closed his position at the low point of the pullback.

They made another $1.8 million.

Thirteen million RMB.

Su Wan gently moved a chair and sat down next to him.

She held her breath, her eyes fixed on the frantically jumping numbers on the screen.

She couldn't understand the red and green lines, but she could tell the numbers were rising.

While Chen Mo was operating the system, she didn't say anything, but just sat quietly beside him.

Occasionally, I would hand him a glass of water, peel a grape, and feed it to him.

Chen Mo started eating as soon as he opened his mouth, his eyes never leaving the screen.

In one morning, the account balance increased by six million US dollars, or more than forty million RMB.

Su Wan sat beside her the whole time, serving tea and water, and peeling fruit.

She doesn't understand stocks, nor does she ask.

She didn't disturb Chen Mo while he was working, but she handed him water when he stopped.

The index plummeted after the market opened in the afternoon.

Su Wan couldn't understand candlestick charts, but she could see her account balance dropping.

One million and a half million US dollars, two million, two million and a half million.

Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white, but she didn't speak.

Chen Mo didn't move, staring at the screen.

The index continued to plummet, losing another $800,000.

Su Wan's face turned pale, but she bit her lip and didn't say a word.

Chen Mo picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

Fingers on the keyboard, buy, all in.

The index has bottomed out and rebounded.

Fifty points, one hundred points, one hundred and fifty points.

The account balance started to rise again, even faster than when it was falling.

Su Wan held her breath, watching the numbers jump.

Five hundred thousand US dollars, one million, one million five hundred thousand.

Chen Mo closed his position before the market closed.

On this day, they made a net profit of 4.5 million US dollars, or 32 million RMB.

Su Wan slumped in the chair, her back covered in sweat.

She turned to look at Chen Mo, who was leaning back in his chair with a slight smile on his lips, as if nothing had happened.

"Aren't you afraid?" she asked softly.

Chen Mo glanced at her: "What are you afraid of?"

Su Wan shook her head and didn't say anything more.

She didn't understand, but she believed Chen Mo.

On the third day, Chen Mo continued his work.

Su Wan brought over breakfast, stood behind him, and massaged his shoulders.

Chen Mo closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and then closed his eyes again.

Su Wan's fingers pressed from her shoulder to her neck, and then from her neck to her back.

She wasn't very strong, but her technique was excellent, and she made Chen Mo feel very comfortable.

"Left side, the key point."

Su Wan pressed harder, placing her thumb on his Jianjing acupoint and rubbing it clockwise.

Chen Mo opened his eyes, glanced at the screen, tapped the keyboard twice, and then closed his eyes again.

Su Wan glanced at her account balance, which was increasing again.

She didn't say anything and continued pressing the button.

In the afternoon, Chen Mo asked her to stand in front.

Su Wan paused for a moment, then walked around to stand in front of him.

Chen Mo reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace and letting her sit on his lap.

Su Wan's face flushed, but she didn't struggle.

Chen Mo had one arm around her waist while using the other to operate the keyboard.

Su Wan leaned against his chest, watching the numbers on the screen jump around, her heart beating even faster than the numbers.

She didn't understand what those numbers represented, but she knew that this man was doing something amazing.

At the close of trading, the company made a net profit of US$5.2 million, or RMB37 million.

Su Wan got off his lap, her legs feeling a little weak.

She looked at the account balance on the screen: $19.3 million.

Converted to RMB, that's 136 million.

"Is that enough?" she asked.

That's enough.

Chen Mo turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair.

Su Wan hugged him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder, without saying a word.

Chen Mo touched the bronze ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

Blue Star has more money than it can spend, but Tianxuan is still far behind.

Su Wan buried her face in the crook of his neck, nuzzled against him, and whispered, "Are we still going to buy the house?"

"Buy it. We'll go see the house tomorrow."

Su Wan looked up, her eyes lighting up: "What house?"

"Chinese-style garden villa. With a yard, garage, rockery and stream."

Su Wan paused for two seconds, then kissed him on the cheek.

"Should I live with you?"

Chen Mo turned to look at her: "You can stay if you want."

Su Wan smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Chen Mo stood up, walked to the balcony, and lit a cigarette.

The night in Hangzhou is a sea of ​​neon lights.

In the distance is an overpass, and the traffic flows like a luminous river.

I'll buy the house tomorrow, then it's time to fly to Thailand.