The article detailed the staggering growth rate of Company Name over the past few years.

It also calculated the average annualized return of Company Name as of the time of publication.

It has been established for less than two and a half years; the first two years were relatively stable, but the compound growth rate was still as high as over 40%.

This past quarter has been even more extraordinary.

Because the scale of Company Name had previously triggered disclosure requirements, the newly raised 3 billion would only be reflected in the holdings and would not disclose the source of funds.

To the outside world, it looked as if the management scale of Company Name had suddenly expanded by more than 200%.

It was just 2 billion in the semi-annual report, but it suddenly reached 7.5 billion in the third-quarter report.

Even if these people guessed that there was new fundraising involved.

Without exact information, they would only calculate an exaggerated scale growth to attract attention.

Near the close of the market, a cover page consisting of a few Chinese characters appeared on the official website of Company Name.

[ Originally a person from the back mountains, occasionally acting as a guest in the hall. ]

This sentence was equivalent to a disguised admission that he was the actual manager of Company Name.

Subsequently, the official website of Company Name updated its management team.

Chen Cheng's photo appeared on the official website of Company Name for the first time.

This was the result of Chen Cheng's careful consideration.

Since he had already been noticed, it was better to be open and aboveboard. Hiding and concealing things would only make many people curious.

Besides, what if they knew I was the fund manager?

With multiple layers of shell companies nested, they could only dig as deep as the offshore company funding layer.

Even if someone had the connections to investigate the funding offshore company thoroughly.

The other party would not dare to bring it up.

Bringing it up would be breaking the rules.

They would be crushed into powder by "people" who also had the need to hide funds.

Unspoken rules were the reason why Chen Cheng was fearless.

Time rewinds to past nine o'clock in the evening, Beijing time.

Qiao Jingjing read the entire article and looked at Chen Cheng as if she had seen a ghost, "This is too scary."

Although she didn't understand finance, the article said that Company Name had earned 5 billion US dollars in a short period, which was too outrageous.

Chen Cheng smiled, "It's not as much as they calculated. There was a fundraising round in the middle of the year, but because it wasn't disclosed, it wasn't reflected."

"Later on, the company will disclose the source of funds."

Qiao Jingjing was unimpressed, "That's still very impressive. You're still in school and you're already managing a fund at the ten-billion level."

Chen Cheng shrugged; he really couldn't be considered to be still in school anymore.

Besides, there are plenty of young fund managers on Wall Street.

There is never a shortage of geniuses in this world.

There are fifty or sixty hedge funds on Wall Street with a scale exceeding ten billion dollars.

Among them, 30% are quantitative, and most of their members are around 30 years old.

Which one of them isn't a genius?

Among them, Chen Cheng might be outstanding, but he was definitely not at the level of a monster.

This also confirmed from another aspect the weirdness and conspiracy of him being featured on Time Magazine.

Chen Cheng smiled, raised his hand to check his watch, "Alright, I should go back."

Qiao Jingjing was stunned for a moment, her tone somewhat reluctant, "Then what time shall we meet tomorrow?"

When they were playing games in the afternoon, they had already arranged that Chen Cheng would teach her in person offline from then on.

This would facilitate communication and be more efficient.

Chen Cheng thought for a moment, "Ten o'clock. Don't play for too long. If you injure your fingers and can't play on the day of the competition, it won't be worth it."

Qiao Jingjing nodded, "Mm, I know."

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Chen Cheng left Qiao Jingjing's home.

As soon as the elevator door closed, Qiao Jingjing walked back into her home and leaned against the door.

She let out a long sigh, "Is this what a genius is?"

"Back in school, he self-studied his way from a regular class into the elite class, and now, not yet thirty years old, he has become the helmsman of a private equity fund worth tens of billions."

"This guy actually thought I didn't understand."

"I'm also a 211 graduate, okay?"

As she said this, Qiao Jingjing huffed softly. Thinking of Chen Cheng's handsome face, a sweet feeling welled up in her heart again.

After thinking about it, she called Sister Ling, "Sister Ling, please help me find an English teacher. I want to practice my spoken English."

On the other end of the phone, Sister Ling, wearing a sexy black lace-trimmed camisole pajama, was stunned and asked suspiciously, "Why did you suddenly think of learning English?"

Qiao Jingjing said righteously, "Of course, it's to prepare for future opportunities to expand into the international market."

Sister Ling rolled her eyes charmingly, twisted her perky buttocks, and walked out of the room with a swaying gait, "Alright, I'll arrange it. But it will have to wait until after the competition."

The two chatted for a couple of sentences and hung up.

Sister Ling put down her phone and walked over to A Guo, who was sitting on the sofa playing games, "Husband, do you think the new pajamas I bought look good?"

A man who looked very much like Xie Zhiyuan looked up, saw the woman's outfit, and his face immediately turned bitter.

"Good... good... looks good."

Sister Ling rolled her eyes at him; if it looks good, why aren't you hurrying up?

A Guo's face turned the color of a bitter melon. He put down the ongoing game and reluctantly followed her into the room.

Not long after.

A Guo returned.

His teammates didn't even report him for being AFK; the game just continued.

Leaving only Sister Ling, staring at the ceiling, listless and dazed in the room.

"Sigh... when will these days ever end?"

On the other side, Chen Cheng sat in the car and finally had time to check his new sign-in reward.

[ Massage Master ]

Chen Cheng felt an itch in his head, as if his brain had grown again.

Some strange and peculiar techniques appeared in his mind.

Through these techniques, he could treat muscle injuries, relieve fatigue, and regulate the emotions of the person being massaged through sympathetic nervous system feedback.

When touching the skin of the person being massaged, he could also automatically analyze the target's physical condition and detect hidden illnesses.

It could also beautify the body and sculpt the figure.

Based on different baseline physical conditions, he could use massage to eliminate excess fat and muscle, adjusting body proportions, lines, and fullness to their optimal state.

Chen Cheng looked at the last point, his eyes slightly stunned. Is this function really decent?

System, you're acting suspicious!

But...

I like it...

Hehehe~

Chen Cheng drove the car, speeding all the way back to Ode to Joy.

He couldn't wait to try out this new skill.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at Chen Cheng at the door and gave him a resentful roll of her eyes, "Yo, who is this busy man?"

Chen Cheng smiled without refuting, carried her by her long, fair legs, and went into the bedroom.

After a bout of passion, the two cuddled together.

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow and asked, "I recently learned a new massage technique. Do you want to try it?"

Ye Zhenzhen blinked, "You know how to massage?"

Chen Cheng's lips curled up slightly, "buddy has always been this talented, okay?"

Ye Zhenzhen huffed, "More like 'multi-wealthy and multi-billionaire'."

Since he wanted her to accept an open relationship, Chen Cheng naturally wouldn't take her sarcastic remarks to heart.

A mischievous smile appeared on his lips, "Do you want the massage or not?"

She couldn't even see this bastard usually, and today he was offering service, so how could she pass that up?

She turned over and lay straight on the bed, "Come on, Little Orange, give this Empress a massage."

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched, "Turn over. If you keep pressing down, you won't even have an A-cup left."

Having her sore spot poked, Ye Zhenzhen immediately bristled, sat up, and slapped Chen Cheng on the arm, "Who are you talking about?"

Chen Cheng didn't care at all about her soft slap.

He grabbed her hand, "Alright, lie down properly. Today, Master Chen will broaden your horizons and let you know what a real master is."

Ye Zhenzhen huffed, but still chose to believe him, pushed the quilt aside, and lay down.