Chapter 386 - 186: The Investment Game is Officially Launched

Chapter 386: Chapter 186: The Investment Game is Officially Launched

For an elite investor, "import investment" was an indispensable line of business.

So she felt she needed to refine her skills and receive personal guidance from an investment expert like Chen Mo.

"I can do that."

At her words, Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, giving her an appreciative glance.

’Such an eager subordinate is a rare find.’

He was, after all, an expert in "import investment." Xu Xiyue had definitely come to the right person for guidance.

However, Xu Xiyue could only discuss "import investment" with him, and only he could be the one to guide her.

...

CLICK.

Xu Xiyue left his office, her mind brimming with the principles and knowledge of "import investment," and pulled the door shut behind her.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo sat leisurely in his office chair, replaying the recent "tutoring session" in his mind.

’This desk has to go.’

Chen Mo noticed the desk had no modesty panel underneath. He hadn’t thought anything of it before, but now it seemed highly inappropriate.

’What if someone pushed the door open? Wouldn’t they see his legs and feet?’

’An office desk should have a modesty panel. It would better protect his privacy as the boss.’

With that thought, Chen Mo sent a WeChat message to the person in charge of office furnishings, telling them to replace his desk.

It should preferably have a modesty panel and plenty of space underneath.

Especially the kind that wouldn’t let someone bump their head when, say, they had to bend down to pick up a dropped pen.

After taking care of a few things, Chen Mo pulled out his phone.

He saw that he was the topic of discussion in many group chats.

"The owner of Panshi Venture Capital is a new shareholder in Chaolu Technology?"

"Being able to buy shares from the founder at a time like this... his connections must be insane."

"That investment is a guaranteed win. So Panshi Venture Capital actually pulled through?"

"Xu Xiyue is so lucky to have found such a powerful boyfriend."

"This investment won’t count toward Xu Xiyue’s performance metrics, right? If it did, she’d be unstoppable."

"Of course not. It was a personal investment by the owner of Panshi Venture Capital. It doesn’t even count toward Panshi’s performance, let alone Xu Xiyue’s."

"I hear the project Xu Xiyue invested in is about to launch. Just waiting for it to become a laughingstock."

"For real? Well, now I have to pay attention."

"..."

Chen Mo glanced through the messages. Chaolu Technology’s official announcement had included his information, as well as his company’s name.

That’s how everyone found out he had bought shares in Chaolu Technology.

With Chaolu Technology’s upcoming IPO, it was a hot topic in financial circles.

And since Panshi Venture Capital had also been generating a lot of buzz lately...

The combination of the two naturally drew a great deal of attention and discussion.

Aside from a few comments about Chen Mo’s powerful connections, the conversation mostly revolved around Xu Xiyue.

People were either jealous of her good fortune or waiting for her to become a laughingstock.

’You might not get to see Xu Xiyue become a laughingstock, but you’ll certainly see yourselves become one.’

After reading their chat logs, Chen Mo just shook his head with a smile and put his phone away.

He checked his watch. Seeing it was nearly the end of the workday, he left the office and drove toward Pan Kejia’s apartment complex.

He had barely been home for a minute when Pan Kejia came running in, her high heels clacking against the floor.

"Slow down. Aren’t you afraid you’ll sprain an ankle running that fast?"

Chen Mo caught her in his arms at the door, shaking his head with a smile.

"How could I not be in a hurry after how you teased me at the office?"

Pan Kejia was breathing a bit heavily, her lovely face flushed as she shot him a playful glare.

First, Chen Mo had given her a dose of "import investment" in the parking garage that morning, and then he had teased her again in the office stairwell.

She had been itching with anticipation all day, so of course she rushed home the second work was over.

"How did I tease you?"

The corners of Chen Mo’s lips curved up as he deliberately lowered his head to look into her beautiful eyes.

"You..."

At his words, a flash of flustered annoyance crossed Pan Kejia’s lovely face. She rose onto her tiptoes and took the initiative, leaning in.

She knew how wicked he was, deliberately trying to make her describe his teasing.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud, so her only choice was to shut him up with a kiss.

"Hmph! You smell like Number Four again!"

"Scumbag!"

But the moment their lips met, she detected a familiar scent.

From memory, she recognized it as the scent of Number Four.

"What are you, part bloodhound?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and gave her pert backside a light pat.

"Is Number Four Xu Xiyue?"

Pan Kejia’s eyes flashed, and she blinked, looking straight into Chen Mo’s.

She figured that since Chen Mo spent most of his time at the office and had probably come straight from there...

...there was only one possible suspect at the office.

Xu Xiyue!

Her initial conclusion: Number Four was Xu Xiyue.

"So fond of Number Four? Then tonight, we’ll start in fourth gear."

Chen Mo swept her graceful body into his arms, ready to take her for a few good laps around the track.

’She’s starting to ask reckless questions. Guess I’ll have to up the intensity a bit, won’t I?’

...

Then again, Chen Mo wasn’t one to be too harsh.

Although he’d talked about starting in fourth gear, he ultimately started in first.

Starting in fourth gear was too rough on the "engine," and Chen Mo still cared deeply for his beloved "car."

But after a proper warm-up, he shifted into fourth gear and had a proper taste of speed and passion.

After they left the "racetrack," Pan Kejia clung to him like an octopus.

"Chen Mo, you’re so sweet."

Pan Kejia gazed at Chen Mo’s profile, her eyes soft as water, and smiled dreamily.

"I’m sweet?"

Chen Mo glanced down at her, surprised.

’Has Miss Pan lost her mind out on the "racetrack"?’

’Didn’t she used to call him a scumbag every other word?’