Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The chill in his voice settled, and the slightly overweight middle-aged man in front of him immediately broke into a sweat.

He had some connections with the bald man Wang Hao, but he definitely didn't have the determination to protect him at all costs.

Moreover, he was just a minor worker in the Zhou family. When the elder Zhou Shixing was still in charge, he might have had some confidence, but now with the second-generation leader Zhou Weimin taking over, he was even more of a marginal figure. Speaking on behalf of the Zhou family was simply a joke.

The middle-aged man, with large drops of sweat rolling down his forehead, bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle, saying earnestly,

"Mr. Chu, it was my fault for not understanding the situation. The Zhou family definitely doesn't intend to stand against you, Mr. Chu. Please wait a moment, I will ask for instructions from the Family Head, and by tomorrow I will be gone from Shanghai Financial Tower."

As his words ended, the chubby middle-aged man retreated two steps. He picked up the phone, then dialed a number directly. After a minute, once the other party had nodded and bowed, making his call and asking for instructions, the man approached Chu Mo again and said respectfully,

"Mr. Chu, I've already sought instructions from the Family Head Zhou Weimin. I will leave the Shanghai Financial Tower right now, and moreover, the Family Head has said that whatever you decide to do, Mr. Chu, the Zhou family will comply. As for Wang Hao, his Haoguang Real Estate has some business dealings with us.

Starting from tomorrow, the Zhou family will completely cut off all cooperation with Haoguang Real Estate.

Additionally, the Zhou family will use their connections to thoroughly block all business dealings of Haoguang Real Estate."

As the chubby middle-aged man finished speaking, the bald man who had thought he had found a backer instantly turned ashen-faced.

The Zhou family, one of Shanghai's four major families, was a behemoth controlling assets worth hundreds of billions. His Haoguang Real Estate was merely an intermediary company valued at twenty to thirty billion yuan. If the Zhou family was determined to target him, just a word from them would mean no one in Shanghai would dare to collaborate with him from now on.

If it really came to that, he, a billionaire executive, would soon be out in the cold.

At this moment, Chu Mo, who had received the answer that satisfied him, nodded lightly. After all, the Zhou family was one of the four great families. If not necessary, Chu Mo didn't really want to have a conflict with them. Now that they were volunteering to help him, it showed they likewise didn't want to stand against him.

Having gotten the response he wanted, he waved his hand lightly, indicating for the obstructive chubby middle-aged man to stop standing in front of him. The man again bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle with a face full of respect and said,

"Mr. Chu, anything at all, please command me to do it. Moreover, I am familiar with Haoguang Real Estate. If you have any thoughts about it, our Zhou family is willing to cooperate with your actions."

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, Chu Mo turned his gaze to the bald man across from him and said evenly,

"I'm giving you half an hour. You can start calling your people now. In half an hour, either you apologize, or you and your Haoguang Real Estate get out of Shanghai!"

Upon hearing this, the bald man's face changed several times. His triangular eyes glanced at the respectfully bowing Manager Huang. He had initially thought that Manager Huang could put in a good word for him, and that would be the end of the matter. Unexpectedly, the helper he found not only did not assist him but also got him into trouble with a giant like the Zhou family of Shanghai...

Wang Hao took a deep breath. He knew that with his status, most of the friends who could help him were at the level of Manager Huang. Even if he was determined to pay a great cost to seek the help of a few higher-ranking individuals, the best he could do was to find a hundred-billionaire old friend.

However, it was clear that even Zhou Weimin, the head of the Zhou family worth hundreds of billions in Shanghai, was acting ingratiatingly in front of the young man opposite him. If he brought a few hundred-billionaire executives, he guessed they wouldn't be sufficient.

Moreover, there was a good chance that the helpers he found would also likely not support him after seeing the young man.

A young man who could stand up to the head of the Zhou family in Shanghai, Wang Hao did not doubt that just one word from him could shut down his Haoguang Real Estate. Taking deep breaths, he knew he had completely lost today. If he continued to resist, it would only get worse, and he couldn't even contemplate how bad it could get.

He stepped forward slightly, then stooped to pick up the ID card he had thrown on the ground. The serious-faced bald man handed his ID card with both hands to the honest-looking migrant worker beside him, then Wang Hao said with sincerity,

"Brother, I was in the wrong earlier. I didn't recognize Taishan. Please, if you don't return this slap, I'll feel guilty."

The bald man no longer had a trace of ferocity in his eyes. He was a head taller than the slightly hunched Zhang Uncle. He leaned forward slightly, sticking his face close to Zhang Uncle, waiting quietly for the slap to be returned.

However, Zhang Uncle, who had never encountered such a situation, swallowed hard. Holding his own ID card, he hesitated several times but did not dare to raise his hand.

Just now, the bald man had taken note of his ID card's address. In this scenario where deities were fighting, he, an insignificant person, dared not get involved. He feared that if he really slapped the bald man, and the bald man endured it now, there might be repercussions later...

He was an honest and simple farmer, with a sick wife at home and two sons who were not yet married. He truly couldn't bear the burden.

Uncle Zhang didn't dare to strike back, but Wang Hao knew that if he didn't return that slap, the young man across from him would definitely not let it go. Wang Hao would rather take a slap himself than have his Haoguang Real Estate retaliated against.

Although Haoguang Real Estate was worth twenty or thirty billion in market value, it was nothing in front of the real heavyweights. He didn't dare to gamble with the family fortune that he had worked so hard for half his life. He couldn't afford to lose.

Grinding his teeth slightly, he directly grabbed the wrist of the honest man in front of him, and then, with the other man's hand, Wang Hao fiercely slapped his own face.

'Smack!'

A crisp sound echoed, and immediately a faint handprint appeared on Wang Hao's face.

However, Chu Mo merely glanced at it casually and showed no emotion whatsoever.

Taking a deep breath, not wanting someone else to do it, he lifted his wrist high and slapped himself hard on the face. The bald man, now sporting a "pig-head" look, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said somewhat unclearly,

"Bro, you should be satisfied with that one, right?"

Uncle Zhang, breathing somewhat rapidly, nodded right away.

His face had turned slightly red.

Uncle Zhang squeezed his palm slightly, feeling a bit of pain from that slap, but deep down he felt exceptionally good. This was the first time he had hit someone in the twenty-two years since he had come to the city to work, and also the first time someone had admitted their wrongs after a conflict.

Just as Uncle Zhang let out a long sigh of relief, feeling refreshed in body and mind, the bald man in front of him turned around and pushed a box filled with exactly twenty million in cash to him, and said seriously at the same time,

"Bro, I broke the antique vase myself. It had nothing to do with you, so I can't take this twenty million. Moreover, I've caused you so much trouble and taken up so much of your time, I feel bad about it. Here's what, I have a bank card here with twenty-eight million in it. The PIN is 959699. You take this card as an apology from me."

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Uncle Zhang immediately shook his head and stepped back, waving his hands repeatedly, with his whole being emanating excitement.

However, the bald man named Wang Hao clearly didn't give him the chance to refuse, grabbed his hands firmly, and directly stuffed the gilded bank card into his hands. With a pleading look, Wang Hao earnestly said,

"Bro, consider it as if I'm begging you. If you don't take this money, I won't be able to get past this. If my company goes under, our whole family is done for. Bro, if you don't take it, I will kneel down to you... I'm begging you."

The stooped Uncle Zhang did not respond. He turned his gaze to Chu Mo because, after all, neither the twenty million in cash on the ground nor the bank card with nearly thirty million in it was something he could decide on.

Just then, not far away, another sound of screeching brakes was heard, and soon after, footsteps approached. The crowd that had gathered nearby parted again to form a passage, and then a breathtakingly beautiful young woman, exuding a powerful presence, walked briskly toward them, flanked by twenty or thirty black-clad bodyguards.

The woman with the strong presence wore a red dress and stepped forward in pink high heels. She came up to Chu Mo and bowed slightly,

"Mr. Chu, is there anything here that needs my attention?"

Chu Mo fixed his gaze on the bald man across from him. With just one word from him, this CEO worth billions might face complete ruin.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, and when he saw Uncle Zhang's face full of caution, he let out a soft sigh and said in an even tone,

"Uncle Zhang, keep that bank card. At your age, you should go home and enjoy some peace."