Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Just as he was wondering who would be causing trouble at the door of Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One, a burly bodyguard had already approached quickly.

The young bodyguard quickly arrived in front of Chu Mo, his hands together, slightly bowing his head, he said:

"Mr. Chu, the person outside in the courtyard is the owner of Villa Number Nine. They would like to visit you, Mr. Chu. Would you like me to let them in?"

Chu Mo glanced at the time on his phone. He had been sitting here since half-past eleven in the morning, read for two hours, and then spent a long time researching information on his phone. Before he knew it, it was already three in the afternoon. Your next read awaits at empire

He gently stood up to stretch his body, then nodded and instructed:

"Those who can live in Emperor Xuan Residence are no ordinary people, let the guest in."

Waiting until the bodyguard turned to leave, Chu Mo then turned back to the living room.

He had been living in the Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One for over three months now. Emperor's Mansion had a total of nine villas. Besides Number One and Eight which were his own, there were still seven other villa owners, but Chu Mo had never met these people.

Of course, even the cheapest Villa Number Nine would be priced no less than 250 million US dollars. Anyone who could afford a villa worth two to three hundred million US dollars would have a net worth of at least one billion US dollars.

Chu Mo did not care about the other's net worth of one billion, but since they were neighbors, it was necessary to maintain good neighborly relations.

After waiting in the living room for a short while, footsteps echoed from afar, then the figure of a young woman, accompanied by the butler Danny and two maids, appeared at the entrance of the living room.

"Hello."

A very common greeting, but when the woman in the black mini skirt spoke with a smile, Chu Mo's gaze suddenly narrowed slightly as he racked his brain, then spoke with a bit of uncertainty:

"You are... Zhang Nannan, the author of 'Youthful Chronicle,' right?"

As Chu Mo finished speaking, the woman in the black mini skirt covered her mouth in surprise, exclaiming incredulously:

"You are the first person in Emperor Xuan Residence to recognize me at first glance. I'm truly flattered."

Chu Mo's eyes rested on the woman's cheeks before him, sizing her up seriously for a moment, then he remarked:

"I just finished reading 'Youthful Chronicle' recently. There's a photo of you on the book's title page, but in the photo, you were wearing glasses and looked a bit older. Judging from the photo, I always thought you were over thirty. Meeting you in person, you're really quite young. Oh right, let me introduce myself.

My name is Chu Mo, and I'm in the same line of work as you, though I'm not nearly as famous."

This time the woman in the mini skirt's eyes opened even wider as she burst into a radiant smile and her whole demeanor relaxed a great deal.

"That's quite a coincidence, Mr. Chu. I must read one of your great works someday."

As they were speaking, the sound of a ringtone suddenly filled the living room.

Chu Mo took the phone from the hand of a maid, glanced at the number, and then smiled at the woman in the mini skirt:

"Miss Zhang, please take a seat. Danny, serve the guest some good tea. I'll take a call, entertain our guest for me."

With a smile, the woman made a casual gesture, and Chu Mo, now at the entrance of the living room, pressed the answer button. Then, from the other end of the line, a slightly aged voice gently came through.

"Chu Mo, I asked about the private island deal for you. Currently, the Rothschild family seems to be somewhat interested in you. A direct heir of the Rothschild family would like to meet with you to discuss the matter of the island.

Whether you can secure the island deal worth a hundred billion US dollars is up to you to negotiate. I can only introduce you, but the specifics of the negotiation are for you to decide."

"The Rothschild family with assets of 50 trillion US dollars?"

Chu Mo asked in a deep voice, to which the voice on the phone, Ross, gave a firm "Mmm."

As Chu Mo's heartbeat quickened involuntarily, he calmed his emotions and spoke gravely:

"Then please, Ross, arrange it for me!"