Trillionaire's Slice of Life

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"Sorry, I didn't bring any business cards with me; I'll make it up to you next time!"

Chu Mo sighed softly. It wasn't that he didn't carry business cards, but rather that he'd never had any to begin with. In the Magic Capital, his reputation was built on his own strength. There, just mentioning Mr. Chu was enough to turn heads—the name Mr. Chu was, in itself, the best business card.

However, the girl opposite him showed no dissatisfaction. She put away her bag and then chuckled lightly:

"It's alright, we already have each other's contact information anyway, but I guess expecting you to take the initiative to contact me would be pure fantasy, given your personality. If that's the case, the hard-earned connection with an old classmate would be severed once again."

Chu Mo sighed softly, feeling sentimental. Indeed, she knew him well. In fact, with Chu Mo's personality, unless she contacted him first for something, it was unlikely he would take the initiative to contact her.

"There are many people here, but there are very few with whom one can truly form a deep connection. They say it's a class reunion, but essentially it's nothing more than a gathering for networking and comparison. Among our old classmates, it seems only the two of us can truly open up and chat about the good old days."

Qian Bingxue seemed to have drunk quite a lot, nearly finishing her first large glass of liquor, and now she was onto her second. Her cheeks were flushed with a drunkard's rosy glow, and even her bright eyes carried a hint of intoxication.

Worried she might drink too much, Chu Mo proactively said:

"If you can't drink, then don't. Drinking too much is miserable!"

Qian Bingxue, still holding her glass, paused slightly. She looked down at the liquor in her hand, then up at Chu Mo's concerned face. Finally, she smiled softly and placed the glass on the dining table.

The banquet officially drew to a close. As everyone raised their glasses together, it also signified the successful conclusion of the gathering.

People chatted and laughed as they left in succession. Chu Mo and Qian Bingxue were the last to leave. As they just stepped out of the private room, Chu Mo saw the hotel manager who had guided them earlier standing at the door with a respectful expression.

Without exchanging pleasantries with her, Chu Mo's gaze briefly swept over her before he and Qian Bingxue continued downstairs.

When the manager saw Chu Mo walking away with a lady companion, she prudently stopped and didn't come forward.

This time, they didn't use the exclusive elevator. Unable to accommodate so many people in a standard elevator at once, Chu Mo and Qian Bingxue waited at the back. After a short while, another elevator arrived, and they went downstairs.

The elevator was very quiet with just the two of them. It was then that Chu Mo noticed Qian Bingxue's pink, high-heeled boots which had at least a six or seven centimeter heel. Paired with tight jeans, they accentuated her legs, making them appear even more slender and well-proportioned.

Chu Mo tried to make conversation:

"That Zhou Zilan, I remember she used to be our class literary secretary, right? She loves singing and dancing. I recall during a school event she played a piano solo, which caused quite a sensation throughout the whole school!"

The space in the elevator was already intimate given the proximity. Qian Bingxue's scent of mint was enchanting. Hearing Chu Mo speak, Qian Bingxue, who was gripping her purse tightly, sighed softly before responding:

"Zilan and I are pretty good friends. Her former company wasn't doing well and had already laid off nearly half of its staff. Knowing she couldn't avoid being cut, Zilan started looking for a way out early on. Tan Mingyuan, that department head in Zhenyuan Company with some real power—getting into that company isn't easy normally. Zhenyuan Company is one of the star enterprises in our city.

Zilan has been forced into her current situation, but you've seen it yourself—Tan isn't going to let her have her way so easily!"

Chu Mo just sighed silently. He didn't pass judgment on the matter, whether it was Zilan's decision or Tan's smugness; those were their life choices. Chu Mo couldn't possibly take responsibility for everything.

The elevator quickly reached the ground floor lobby. As Chu Mo and Qian Bingxue stepped out, they were suddenly greeted by Tan Mingyuan, the cropped-haired young man, who waved at them before speaking:

"Qian Bingxue, that's not cool of you. Didn't we agree that I'd treat today? How come you, little lady, sneakily settled the bill?"

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The man with the buzz cut had spoken, and next to him, Qian Bingxue was slightly startled. The drunkenness in her eyes gradually faded, and with a look of confusion on her face, she approached the crowd upfront, saying with a strange voice:

"No, that's not right, it wasn't me who paid the bill. I haven't been downstairs the whole time, and haven't we all been in the private room without going out?"

As Qian Bingxue finished speaking, the dozen or so people in front looked at each other, each with a hint of bewilderment in their eyes. It wasn't until then that Chu Mo also stepped forward, and when everyone turned their gaze toward him, Chu Mo, equally puzzled, paused slightly.

And it was at this moment that the man calling himself Brother Tan with the buzz cut suddenly said:

"This must be Brother Chu Mo, right? You were the last one to come upstairs. Don't tell me you secretly settled the bill. You know, we agreed that I'd cover this meal. You're not slapping my face, are you!"

Hearing the other's words, Chu Mo just shook his head slightly. He had no idea what was going on and spoke up directly:

"It wasn't me. I went straight into the private room when I arrived. It must have been someone else!"

Seeing that Chu Mo was also gesturing a denial, the crowd immediately began to discuss, and then the buzz-cut man muttered:

"I also figure it wasn't you. That meal cost five or six thousand; you don't seem like the type to be that generous!"

As his words landed, the buzz-cut man's voice grew louder as he laughed and said:

"Hey, guys, who settled the bill after all? Just give a peep, why the secrecy? It's not like we're going to eat you up!"

As the buzz-cut man laughed, the dozen people around all shook their heads, with no one admitting to it.

At this moment, the private elevator behind them opened, and the hotel's female manager from before hurried over. She came up to Chu Mo with a smile and slightly bowed as she said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, no need to look any further. It wasn't anyone from your group; it was a friend of this distinguished guest who paid for you. Mr. Chu, right? Just now, a tall man with the surname Jiang helped settle the bill. He has already left, saying that if there's any issue, you can find him."

As the hotel manager finished speaking, the crowd's gaze suddenly turned to Chu Mo, each pair of eyes filled with curiosity.

By then, Chu Mo had understood, the one who paid the bill must have been the detective agency's president, Jiang Tao.

Shaking his head lightly, Chu Mo casually said:

"It seems a friend of mine paid, but I wasn't aware of it."

"Let's leave it at that, then. The bill's been paid; it's not a lot of money. Let's say this meal was on you, Brother Chu. I'll have a chance to treat everyone separately in the future!"

The buzz-cut man at the door pursed his lips slightly, feeling outshined by Chu Mo and somewhat displeased, but he didn't have much to say. After leaving those words behind, he quickly walked towards the hotel entrance.

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone dispersed. Chu Mo watched as Zhou Zilan got into the buzz-cut man's car last; the two left together.

Moments later, as the crowd had all left, Chu Mo remained behind. He saw Qian Bingxue also hailing a taxi and waved goodbye to her. However, Qian Bingxue, sitting in the car, did not leave but spoke to Chu Mo:

"It's hard to catch a taxi at this hour. If you don't mind, we can share one."

Under Qian Bingxue's indifferent gaze, Chu Mo shook his head to decline. And just as Qian Bingxue sighed softly, she saw a long convoy of cars roaring to a stop at the entrance of the hotel. Then, as the girl's eyes widened, dozens of men in black hurriedly emerged from about a dozen cars, and they gathered around Chu Mo, guarding him at the center.