Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Chu... Brother... Mr. Chu, let's start anew since we've gotten to know each other through a fight. My name is Wang Hao, and I own Haoguang Real Estate. If you ever want to buy a property, I can offer you the best options in the entire Magic City, and if you buy from me, Mr.

Chu, I won't charge you a penny in commission!"

The bald man didn't wince at having handed out a bank card worth twenty-eight million; seeing Chu Mo willing to accept the money, he actually felt a huge sense of relief.

Just now, when he learned from Manager Huang that the nearly thirty-billion-worth Magic City Financial Building across the street was one of the properties owned by the young man before him, he fully realized the vast chasm between himself and this youth—it was like the difference between the migrant workers across the street and himself, insurmountable, and utterly different as clouds and mud.

Wang Hao deeply understood that he could easily manipulate the lower-level employees across the street, just as the young man before him could snuff out his life as casually as one would crush an ant.

Across the street was a migrant worker uncle, and here was himself, worth two billion, and then the youth with a plain expression in front of him.

Three men, yet representing three entirely different levels of society.

The former possessed the power and status to crush the latter with ease.

…

Chu Mo did not pay attention to the bald man trying to cozy up to him. To someone like Chu Mo, with a net worth of ten to twenty billion, Wang Hao was beneath his notice. Associating with people at this level was practically useless to him.

Now, to catch Chu Mo's eye, one would have to be worth at least tens of billions. Even those like Lin Hongqiang, worth one hundred billion, would find themselves at the bottom of Chu Mo's circle. To greet Chu Mo with a smile, without a net worth of hundreds of billions, don't even think about it.

His gaze fell upon Uncle Zhang, a man from the lowest strata of society, who was bent over by the hardships of life and had half a head of white hair. He was holding an ID card in one hand, the proof of his migrant worker status.

In the other hand, he held a bank card with twenty-eight million in it, representing that from now on, he no longer needed to work away from home. He had enough money to pay for his wife's medical treatment and to build houses and arrange weddings for his two sons…

Looking at Uncle Zhang standing before him with a vacant expression, Chu Mo breathed lightly and felt that, although he was somewhat uncomfortable with how things turned out, for honest and simple Uncle Zhang, who did not want to make a fuss and preferred to keep the peace, it might already be the best possible outcome.

"Uncle, let's take a break first. The hotel across the street is owned by my friend. Let's go have a meal, I'll treat you. Don't think about anything today, just relax and enjoy yourself. Afterward, get some new clothes, and early tomorrow morning, I'll send someone to take you home. From now on…build a three-story house at home and enjoy a peaceful life!"

As Chu Mo finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that there were people in the surrounding crowd taking photos of him with their phones. He frowned slightly and instructed Jiang Tao, standing beside him:

"Check that out, delete the photos from those people's phones. Pay attention to the method, keep a gentle attitude, and don't cause any more trouble!"

Upon hearing this, the head of the detective agency, Jiang Tao, immediately nodded. He bent over slightly and then replied in a low voice:

"I know how to handle it, Mr. Chu. Please go ahead, I'll take care of things here!"

Chu Mo nodded and turned his instructions to Zhan Bingxue, who stood out radiantly in a bright red dress resembling a Heavenly Immortal:

"Take the broken vase pieces on the ground and have them verified. If it is genuine, the twenty million cash on the ground goes to that bald man. If it's fake…"

Before Chu Mo could finish, the bald man named Wang Hao immediately slapped his chest, assuring:

"Mr. Chu, I have an appraisal report…I know you don't trust this kind of thing, but you can ask the Tianfu Street Yunyuan Store where I just bought this antique. It is an absolutely genuine product. If it turns out to be fake…then I was deceived by the people from Yunyuan Store. That bank card contains a transaction record of one hundred and twenty million.

I took forty million there, spent twelve, and so there's exactly twenty-eight million left in the card. If Wang Hao utters a single lie, may lightning strike me down!"

The bald-faced man was full of righteous indignation, and there was not a hint of insincerity on his face.

That left only two possibilities: one, the man before him was an Oscar-level actor, or two, the shattered vase was indeed worth twelve million and genuine.

"Whether true or false, verification will tell. More words are pointless; let evidence do the talking." With those words, Chu Mo no longer paid attention to the bald man and instead walked with Uncle Zhang toward the Magic City Financial Building across the street.

If the antique was genuine, the twenty million on the ground naturally had to be compensated to the other party. Chu Mo wouldn't mind returning even the twenty-eight million he had originally given to Uncle Zhang.

But if the vase turned out to be fake, even if Uncle Zhang chose not to pursue the matter, Chu Mo would not let it go so easily.

The subsequent matters, whether that meant deleting photos of him from the public's cameras or verifying the authenticity of the ancient vase, were left in the hands of Jiang Tao and Zhan Bingxue. Chu Mo need not trouble himself further.

Flanked by several tall bodyguards, Chu Mo moved through the crowd. As he reached the side of the road, he saw parked off to the side not only his own Rolls-Royce Phantom and Bentley but also several Red Flags and Lincolns. No need to ask, these were definitely brought over by Jiang Tao. When he spotted the familiar Aston Martin, a slight smile curved the corners of his mouth.

Strictly speaking, that Aston Martin should be considered the first car of his life, bought together with the Emperor Villa No. 8. However, he had later lost interest in the car due to some unpleasant incidents and gave it to Zhan Bingxue. Now, the sports car, priced at forty-seven million, belonged to Zhan Bingxue.

Chu Mo shifted his gaze away from the Aston Martin, and accompanied by several large bodyguards, he arrived in front of the towering Magic City Financial Building. This awe-inspiring edifice, a hundred stories tall, was the city's second tallest structure.

"Uncle Zhang, how is that kid Zhang Zhen doing now? When I went back to my hometown the year before last, I didn't even see him! It's been so many years since we last met."

Chu Mo, noticing Uncle Zhang beside him was always distracted and absent-minded, took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man with a somewhat constrained expression sighed softly and then spoke with emotion:

"You know the situation in our family. Your aunt has been on medication for years, and the money I've made from working these past years has mostly gone to your aunt's medical bills. Nowadays, in our hometown, getting a daughter-in-law involves building a house for the children, and the bride price alone can be hundreds of thousands. With our family's situation...

not to mention bride price, we can't even afford to build the house, so there's no way to provide for Zhang Zhen to marry. He's a good lad, working at an electronics factory in S City now. There's not much the family can do for him; it's up to him to find a girl who doesn't want a bride price to bring home."

"The second one is a real worry, disobedient, never serious wherever he goes. He got into a fight not long ago, injured someone, and had to pay tens of thousands in compensation...!" Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

Uncle Zhang's face, full of wrinkles, recounted the stories, while at that moment, Chu Mo's thoughts seemed to drift back to the days of home and the mundane concerns of firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

He took a deep breath, and the faces of several his cousins surfaced in his mind.

Chu Mo had previously been wary of trouble and hadn't figured out how to explain things, so he hadn't even informed his parents, only disclosing his situation bit by bit recently, using the excuse of publishing his book.

Naturally, if his parents didn't know his true situation, the people back home were even less likely to know.

He had originally thought about telling his family slowly in the future, and then ask his parents to lend a hand with his uncle's and aunt's families, thereby saving himself the worry and allowing his parents to save face.

Of course, that was just his initial idea. Now that he had encountered Uncle Zhang, he seemed to better understand the hardships of his relatives back home; when he was not in a position to help, that was one thing, but now that he had the means, he should give them a hand.

With this thought, Chu Xiner inevitably came to Chu Mo's mind.

It was now late September, and there was just over a week left until the National Day holiday.

When Chu Xiner had a break and went home, he would give her some money to bring back, to help her parents out and save his uncle's family the embarrassment of worrying about their son's wedding expenses.

As for how much to give?

A million?

That seemed a bit too little. Uncle Zhang was unrelated to him, simply an old acquaintance from years ago, and Chu Mo had arranged for him to have twenty-eight million for retirement.

The money, although it came from the bald man, should be known by any sensible person to have been obtained through Chu Mo's efforts. Without Chu Mo, considering the bald man's previously demonstrated ruthlessness, not only would Zhang Zhen not have gotten any money, but Uncle Zhang would have likely been skinned and led to ruin.

Naturally, If Uncle Zhang, a neighbor, had received over twenty million, wasn't a million too little for his own uncle?

How about giving twenty million too?

But giving so much at once, how would Xiner manage to explain it to her parents?

While Chu Mo was internally struggling with this dilemma, he and Uncle Zhang had already entered the Financial Building. At this moment, the scenario became quite a spectacle with a group of bodyguards towering over two meters tall following him, and Zhan Bingxue closely at his side - they naturally drew a lot of attention.

In the lobby of the Financial Building, a gathering place for luxury brands, you could find Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Gucci, Coty, Valentino, Prada, Dunhill... any luxury brand you could think of had a flagship store here.

As Chu Mo and his entourage set foot in this place, they quickly attracted the attention of several front-desk sales representatives. Clearly, many of the saleswomen recognized Chu Mo as the person who had booked out the entire Financial Building in the past!

Similarly, these saleswomen were also aware that Chu Mo was the real owner of the Financial Building.

Then, wherever Chu Mo passed by, those saleswomen with wide eyes immediately recognized his identity and bowed deeply and respectfully. Soon, in the whole lobby, at least dozens of luxury stores with hundreds of staff all bowed reverently towards Chu Mo, the owner of the Financial Building!

Uncle Zhang, who had already swallowed hard upon seeing the dazzling super mall, a place he never dared to enter even in his dreams, was now overwhelmed.

Each saleswoman here, serving as the face of luxury flagship stores, had a beauty score of at least eighty-five, carefully selected by the brands. It was common to see other saleswomen with beauty scores above ninety.

For Uncle Zhang, who had never seen such splendor, every girl here was like a Heavenly Immortal, and any of them marrying into his family would be like auspicious smoke rising from his family's ancestral grave.

As Uncle Zhang continued to swallow hard and felt dazzled by the sight, all the receptionists at the counters turned their sweet smiles towards him and bowed deeply, leaving him wide-eyed and feeling as if his blood was flowing in reverse.

Other things aside, this scene alone was enough for him to brag about back home for a lifetime.