Trillionaire's Slice of Life

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Chu Mo had really never considered this issue before. Talking about matching social and financial statuses felt somewhat far-fetched, given he was born in the countryside, and his parents and family were just ordinary workers in a small third-tier city.

He paused for a moment, because this was related to the criteria for choosing his other half, so he spoke with uncharacteristic seriousness,

"As for my expectations for my other half... they're not so demanding. The one I fancy should be cultured. The most important thing is that we can have a good chat. Matching doors and households is completely unnecessary.

Whether she is a rich young lady or an ordinary girl does not matter to me at all. As long as we have common topics, can engage in conversation together, and can open our hearts to each other, that's enough."

The Rolls-Royce traveled smoothly. Once the car was on the ring road and the speed picked up, Chu Mo, who suddenly remembered something, looked at the woman in front of him who had been pointing her phone at him and said offhandedly,

"You're just recording material, right? Will this video be uploaded online?"

The woman in front of him appeared slightly startled. She immediately explained,

"Mr. Chu, rest assured, if it is uploaded online, I will blur your face so that no one can recognize you."

Upon hearing this, Chu Mo frowned for the first time. He gazed out the window and said in a flat voice,

"Forget it, we all know the quality of people online. There are good people, but there are also many who are only good at typing. Believe it or not, if you post this video, they will analyze and speculate about every single word of ours.

We are just having a regular chat. It's impossible to consider every word carefully, and these keyboard warriors' greatest hobby is to find a loophole in something you said and start 'rationally' analyzing it or maliciously speculating about it, which can be infuriating.

I am someone who hates trouble, so to avoid it, I've even blocked all the classmates' groups I was part of.

The reason I am talking so much with you is only because I was once a person who lived by writing. I know how hard writing is, I know the pain of being bereft of inspiration, which is why I agreed to your interview.

You know what I mean, right?"

There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but Zhang Nannan quickly adjusted her mood and said earnestly,

"Mr. Chu, don't worry, I will transcribe this material when I get back and then delete it immediately. I promise it won't be uploaded online."

Chu Mo nodded lightly.

He had seen a video before, an interview with a second-generation rich kid. The content of the video was pretty normal—about the person's views on choosing a partner, financial management, and some ordinary day-to-day life.

Originally, Chu Mo thought the rich kid seemed humble, and from the video, also quite positive. But when he opened the barrage of comments, the array of worldviews that shattered all decency was truly dazzling.

At the time, Chu Mo did not have an unlimited card; he was just an ordinary Joe worried about food and clothing. Yet, seeing those hateful comments about the wealthy and the careless insults aimed at their family members or various personal attacks on the young lady conducting the interview, he could only sigh that there really were all kinds of people in the world.

Chu Mo absolutely did not want to become the target of attack. Therefore, even though he was confident he had said nothing over the line in the video, he was still not willing to let the beautiful woman beside him post it.

Afterward, the two chatted in a lukewarm manner. The woman opposite could tell that Chu Mo was not very keen on the conversation, but she made a valiant effort to lighten the mood to little avail.

Fifteen minutes later, the Rolls-Royce and Bentley arrived at Nanhong Airport, where Chu Mo got out and was immediately greeted by someone.

From the American Boeing company, including a manager and two technicians, had flown in to wait for the acceptance check. One of them could speak Chinese and acted as the interpreter.

Of course, Chu Mo was not in the mood to make small talk with a few foreigners. He went straight to the custom Boeing 747 in front of them. Before boarding, he was greeted enthusiastically by four flight attendants with attractive looks.

Stepping onto the red-carpeted stairs, the moment Chu Mo entered the cabin, despite having braced himself, he was still astonished by the luxury before him.

The decor was dominated by noble gold, understated yet luxurious, dignified yet trendy. Chu Mo just gave it a brief glance, and a sweet-looking flight attendant spoke,

"Mr. Chu, let me change your shoes for you."

At Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One, it was the maids who served him when changing shoes, so he found nothing unusual, allowing the flight attendant's gentle hands to slip on a pair of cotton slippers for him. As Chu Mo walked down the long corridor, Zhang Nannan felt a bit embarrassed to be served and said softly,

"I can do it myself!"

As Chu Mo turned into a lounge along the corridor, two more flight attendants were waiting at the door and bowed their heads, saying,

"Good afternoon, Mr. Chu!"

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"Hello!"

Chu Mo nodded lightly and took a step forward amidst the respectful welcome from two flight attendants.

He turned past the screen at the entrance, and then he saw a luxurious living room, where all the seats in the center of the cabin had been removed. Instead, there was a plush living room setup. Behind the entrance screen was a huge ultra-thin LCD TV, and facing it was a set of exquisitely designed sofas, flanked by massage chairs and a long table.

All sorts of artworks and luxury items made the entire space sumptuous and enchanting. Chu Mo tried sitting on the soft sofa and found that its softness and comfort were not inferior to the Italian-imported sofas at Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One.

"Mr. Chu, this is the lounge area, and behind it are the bedrooms and bathrooms. Let me give you a tour."

The beautiful flight attendant with a scarf tied around her slender neck smiled, Chu Mo nodded, and they proceeded to a bedroom.

Contrary to what he had imagined, the bedroom wasn't large. After fitting a two-meter-wide bed and a small bookshelf, there wasn't much space left.

But considering that this was an airplane meant to fly in the sky, and not a real hotel, it naturally couldn't be compared with the bedrooms in Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One, which are hundreds of square meters large.

"Mr. Chu, this bedroom has been specially soundproofed, so your sleep will definitely not be disturbed by any outside noise," said the flight attendant after her explanation, and continued:

"This is the bathroom, where all the bathing necessities are placed according to your personal habits, Mr. Chu."

Chu Mo raised an eyebrow lightly; upon seeing a familiar brand of shower gel in the bathroom, he said softly:

"You even know what brand of shampoo I use?"

"Yes, Mr. Chu, many details of this private jet have been customized based on your daily life habits. Before designing, we had contacted your personal butler and conducted a survey on some of your habits and preferences.

For instance, we initially planned to install a wine cabinet here in the bedroom, but upon hearing that you weren't that interested in alcohol, we learned that you like reading, so we turned the wine cabinet into a bookshelf instead. Please take a look, the books on the shelf are all ones you usually read."

Chu Mo's gaze fell on the small bookshelf by the bed, and he immediately spotted "Youthful Chronicle," a book he had just finished a few days ago.

A smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Chu Mo nodded slightly and said, feeling touched:

"You've done such a thorough job, I can't find a single flaw!"

The flight attendant in front of him immediately bowed, then spoke with a sweet voice:

"Providing our guests with one hundred percent satisfaction has always been our utmost pursuit."

"Mr. Chu, the business area is up front; let me show you around."

A group surrounded Chu Mo as they moved forward, while at this moment, Zhang Nannan was left alone in the small yet exquisitely designed bedroom.

This beautiful writer approached the bookshelf and immediately saw her own "Youthful Chronicle."

However, she did not flip through her book but instead focused her gaze on the most prominent spot on the shelf, where a copy of "Chu Mo's Short Stories" was placed.

She carefully picked up the collection of short stories and gently stroked the title page. As she looked around, Zhang Nannan suddenly felt that her previous thoughts were too presumptuous.

She had thought that simply renting a luxury villa and living with those tycoons to experience their life would enable her to depict the atmosphere of the real upper echelons.

But now, standing on this private jet, the opulence here exceeded the limits of her imagination, and the myriad details of just a small bedroom couldn't be captured by her own fantasies.

Even, if she hadn't boldly followed them here, she would never have known the true extravagance of a private jet.

At this moment, Zhang Nannan had a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She suddenly wondered if her plans, her dreams, were perhaps too naïve.