Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Young man, as I've said before, I no longer want this twelve-million antiquity and consider it as making a new friend. My sincerity is right here. It was you who insisted on paying. Young people tend to be hot-headed, full of youthful vigor—I understand. But if you ask around in City Z about me, Wang Hao, who wouldn't know?"

"As someone who's been through it all, I'd still advise you to leave room for maneuver so you can meet again in the future without acrimony. Don't burn all your bridges and cause unnecessary trouble for yourself and your family."

Wang Hao, holding a pair of sunglasses and sporting a shiny bald head, looked tense. Standing at about 1.9 meters tall and weighing around 180 to 190 pounds, he was all brawny muscle. To ordinary people, he definitely seemed like a fearsome figure, not someone to be provoked lightly.

Ordinary people would definitely steer clear of someone like him. Most folks wouldn't easily get into a conflict with him, but at this moment, this seemingly imposing man's words carried a hint of capitulation; even his aura had lost its earlier dominance.

When Chu Mo had first appeared, Wang Hao thought he was just idling, rich second generation. He had seen plenty like Chu Mo before—puffed up with pride just because their family had some money but quick to fold when facing real tough opposition, the kind of rich kids who are first to cower and buckle.

However, the moment Chu Mo offered to pay twenty million as compensation, Wang Hao realized something was amiss.

For peers from wealthy backgrounds, having a sum of one hundred thousand or eighty thousand as pocket money was common, and Wang Hao had even seen those with eight or ten million. But a rich kid who could cough up twenty million at once without batting an eyelid? That was a rarity. Even the direct heirs of City Z's four major families would probably feel the pinch.

And the kind of rich kids on that level, given Wang Hao's net worth of several billion, were not to be trifariously provoked. But he never would have expected that the young man opposite him could summon twenty million in cash with just one phone call, and also bring along a crowd of helpers who, at a glance, were not to be messed with.

Wang Hao was somewhat of a martial artist himself, having practiced boxing for two years. But when the hawk-eyed man, who was even taller than him, gave Wang Hao a cursory glance, he knew that they were not in the same league.

Looking at the several dozen black-clad bodyguards behind the young man, Wang Hao was sure that, if it came to a one-on-one fight, he would have less than a fifty percent chance of winning against any of these men. And against the behemoths over two meters tall, he probably couldn't even get close to them, let alone best three or five men like himself.

Having bodyguards of such caliber following him, and not just a couple but four or five dozen... Wang Hao couldn't help but feel that he might have bitten off more than he could chew.

The bald man's tone had already softened, and if this were an ordinary person, both parties could find an excuse to back down, laugh it off, and resolve the issue.

Unfortunately for him, he was dealing with Chu Mo.

A man who didn't lack money and wasn't afraid of trouble.

Chu Mo didn't even spare the bald man a glance. Instead, he turned his attention to a cautious middle-aged man by his side and spoke in an even tone:

"Uncle Zhang, I've paid the money for you. We can consider the issue with the antique settled. He slapped you just now. Uncle Zhang, return that slap to him, and we'll call it even. As for whether the antique is genuine or worth the money, that's a separate issue. Let's finish this matter before we deal with the next."

Chu Mo's expression was indifferent. Throughout this period, he had been dealing with people like Old Lu, the family heads of the big four, the richest man Wang Lin, and even the Rothschild heirs. His horizons and mindset had expanded far beyond what they once were.

Despite his expressionless face, Chu Mo exuded a powerful and confident aura at all times.

However, while Chu Mo didn't care about the bald man, Zhang Uncle lacked that same confidence.

He was simply a migrant worker who had learned to be tolerant and to back down in the face of conflict, choosing to give in rather than fight and jeopardize the future of his family—including his wife and children. When faced with trouble, his first instinct was to step back, never to argue or make trouble, let alone fight, risking his family's wellbeing.

After being slapped by the bald man, his only thought was to keep apologizing, not to retaliate. Even now, with Chu Mo standing up for him, he didn't dare to approach the physically imposing bald man for retribution.

The bald man's face darkened. He couldn't take it out on Chu Mo, but his narrow eyes were filled with gloom as they fixed on Uncle Zhang, clearly unwilling to let a lowly worker slap him.

"Xiao Mo... my ID is still with him, and he knows where my family lives. If I really returned the slap, my whole family would have nowhere to turn. Maybe... we should just let it go," Uncle Zhang said meekly, his voice cautious.

Chu Mo frowned slightly as he spoke. If he had wanted to settle things amicably, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of sending the money over. Chu Mo didn't care about the ten or twenty million. To him, what mattered more was the slap on Uncle Zhang's face.

But when he saw the timid and wary look on Uncle Zhang's face, he understood that even if he pleaded his case, the man would never dare to return the slap he had received.

Chu Mo took a deep breath and shifted his gaze away from Uncle Zhang without saying anything more. He didn't blame Uncle Zhang for his timidity; the burden on the middle-aged man was too heavy. With a chronically ill wife, two grown sons who needed homes and marriages, and elders to care for, the entire family depended on him.

If he had reacted like the younger generation, quick to anger and fight, his family would have fallen apart long ago and wouldn't have made it to this day.

Chu Mo set his gaze on the bald man across from him, speaking calmly:

"Is my uncle's ID card detained by you?"

As Chu Mo finished speaking, the bald man in front of him took out an ID card from his shirt pocket, glanced at it, and said indifferently:

"Zhang Tiancheng, from Chu Village, Mazhen Town, Lin County, City Z; I've noted the address. I hope there won't be a need to use this address in the future."

The bald man's words dropped, but he nonchalantly threw the ID card in front of Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang, with a hint of panic on his face, was about to bend down to pick it up when Chu Mo suddenly steadied Uncle Zhang and shook his head slightly, speaking in a solemn voice:

"Uncle, you've tolerated enough for half a lifetime. Even when being trampled underfoot, you would just change your posture so others could step on you more comfortably. Uncle Zhang, by now the yellow soil has reached your chest, if you keep enduring, you'll never be able to turn things around. This time, we won't endure."

After Chu Mo spoke, another commotion came from not far away, and soon, a chubby middle-aged man accompanied by several well-dressed subordinates hurried over here.

The crowd was parted again, and the middle-aged man, puffing slightly, came before Chu Mo and gave a slight nod before saying in a grave voice:

"Mr. Chu, I am Huang Gao, the general manager of the Magic Capital Financial Tower. I just received a call from Director Zhan. Director Zhan is on his way and should arrive in a few minutes. If you need anything, just command."

Upon the chubby man's remark, the bald man opposite him had a glint in his eye as he suddenly laughed aloud:

"Manager Huang? It's me, Wang Hao from Haoguang Real Estate! Who would have thought to see Manager Huang here."

The bald man was all smiles as he took the initiative to shake hands with the chubby middle-aged man, speaking warmly:
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"It's true what they say, 'don't fight, don't know each other.' Manager Huang, I had a small misunderstanding with your Mr. Chu here... Hey, if I had known that Mr. Chu knew you, Manager Huang, we wouldn't have had such a fall-out just now. We're all friends here, truly like the saying 'floods have washed into the Dragon King Temple - one's own family cannot recognize one's own family.'

Obviously acquainted with the chubby Manager Huang, the bald man seemed to have found a lifeline, desperately signaling with his eyes. Meanwhile, with a look of difficulty on his face, Huang Gao, the general manager of the Magic Capital Financial Tower, eventually bowed slightly under the firm grasp of the bald man's hands, saying:

"Mr. Chu, this Mr. Wang is a valued guest of the Magic Capital Financial Tower, we are all on the same side. Could you see your way to...!"

Before he could finish, Chu Mo, with a slight frown, interjected firmly:

"From tomorrow on, you don't have to come to the Financial Tower to work anymore. I will inform Zhan Bingxue to recruit a new general manager!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged manager, who had been cautious, immediately stiffened. He bowed his head slightly and said gravely:

"Mr. Chu, there might be some misunderstandings. I have worked at the Magic Capital Financial Tower for ten years, personally groomed by Family Head Zhou Shixing himself. When Mr. Chu took over management of the Financial Tower, an agreement was made with the Family Head to keep some core staff to assist Mr. Chu in managing the Financial Tower.

So, my stay or departure should be decided through consultation between Mr. Chu and the current Family Head Zhou Weimin..."

"You mean to say, as the owner of the Magic Capital Financial Tower, I can't even decide on the fate of a minor employee in my own company?" The corners of Chu Mo's mouth rose slightly, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

This whole matter was initially just a conflict between him and the bald man across from him. Chu Mo guessed that the bald man might have a net worth of several hundred million or even over a billion, otherwise he wouldn't be playing with antiques worth tens of millions.

However, a net worth of several hundred million or a billion was as insignificant as a bug in Chu Mo's eyes, something he could crush with a flick of his hand.

But now that the Magic Capital Zhou family had unexpectedly barged in, what was a very simple issue suddenly became complex. The Zhou family was, after all, one of the four major families in the Magic Capital, and while Chu Mo was not afraid to oppose such a family, he found it annoyingly troublesome.

It was nowhere near as satisfying as dealing with the bald man across from him with a flick of his hand.

Showing signs of impatience, Chu Mo looked coldly at the plump middle-aged man in front of him, his voice frosty as he said:

"Huang Gao, is it? Are you speaking on behalf of the Magic Capital Zhou family? Are you sure the Zhou family wants to oppose me, insisting on protecting this person?"