Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chu Mo's lunch was personally cooked by the top chef of Tianxiang Garden, and the taste was nothing less compared to that of Master Sun's at home.

He even found time to take a nap in the presidential suite.

He did not go to the ninety-fifth floor, having always felt that it was too crowded with prying eyes; at this time, it was better not to stir up unnecessary trouble.

After waking from his nap refreshed, Chu Mo went down to the first floor lobby to quietly wait. He ordered a cup of coffee, and he did not ask for anyone to keep him company. He just sat alone by the window in the lobby, lost in thought.

He did not have to wait long, perhaps just a few minutes, before Zhan Bingxue, with her phone in hand, walked up to him quickly. Her expression was slightly somber, and she spoke in a serious tone,

"Mr. Chu, the motorcade just sent word. The guests have arrived at the Honghe Road intersection; they should be at Tianxiang Garden in two to three minutes at most."

Hearing this, Chu Mo snapped out of his daze. He picked up the coffee in front of him and took a gentle sip. The bitter taste helped him refocus his attention.

After taking a deep breath, he stood up from his corner seat, and with a smile on his lips, Chu Mo softly asked:

"Is there anything improper about my appearance?"

Zhan Bingxue, whose worth was eight hundred billion RMB, scrutinized Chu Mo's attire very seriously. Seeing that every hair was specially styled, with not a single flaw visible on his person, she nodded earnestly,

"Perfect."

With an even brighter smile, Chu Mo did not say more and directly stepped towards the hotel entrance.

Behind him, several dozen top-level hotel managers, as well as a few key figures from above the eighty-sixth floor, automatically lined up on either side according to their status. Eight receptionists with looks scoring above ninety all had their sweetest smiles on display.

Standing in the front row, Chu Mo looked down the road and saw that far off on the main thoroughfare, a convoy composed entirely of multi-million-dollar luxury cars was coming their way at a leisurely pace.

Suddenly, Chu Mo turned and asked Zhan Bingxue beside him:

"The leading few vehicles are Red Chess Cars, aren't they? When did one of our companies acquire these cars?"

Zhan Bingxue, half a step behind, leaned slightly forward. Her stunning face lit up with a bright and charming expression as she spoke respectfully and clearly,

"They are borrowed from the Fan family."

"Fan Zhijian?"

Seeing her nod, understanding flickered in Chu Mo's eyes, and then he fell silent.

The cars at the head of the distant convoy were now slowly approaching the spacious entrance of Tianxiang Garden. The first vehicle did not stop; it continued driving past the gathered crowd and on.

It was not until the eighth car slowly approached the group that it finally came to a halt in front of them. Without asking, it was clear that the guest must be in this car.

Meanwhile, the cars following in the convoy advanced in turn until the last one finally stopped slowly after two minutes.

The sound of car doors opening repeatedly filled the air, as men in black suits continuously emerged from the vehicles. At this point, not only Tianxiang Garden but also nearby passing vehicles and some particularly curious onlookers halted to watch from across the street.

However, with hundreds of bodyguards surrounding the area tightly, there was no chance for onlookers to get close. Even if pedestrians took out their phones to capture the scene, they could not possibly get a shot of the two figures surrounded at the center.

"Mr. Geng Pan Mayer Rothschild, welcome to Hua Country."

With a warm smile on his face, Chu Mo took three steps forward. He approached the blond young man with a level of enthusiasm he'd never shown before.

This was a pure Caucasian man, over one meter ninety in height, with a prominent nose bridge and deep blue eyes. He looked tall and handsome, exuding an air of elegance and gentlemanliness.

"Mr. Chu, when I heard about you from the United States, I couldn't wait to meet you. Now, I'm very glad I made a very correct decision at that time."

Unlike some foreigners who spoke in broken language, Geng Pan Mayer's fluency in Hua Country's language was impeccable. If it weren't for his blonde hair and blue eyes, one would definitely think that the person standing in front of them was a real Hua Country native.

In fact, the direct heir to the Rothschild family did not only speak the language of Hua Country, but he was also proficient in nine other languages, including those of Short Country, Mao Country, and France, making him a true elite figure.

As they shook hands, Chu Mo could feel the strength in the other man's grip, indicating that this heir of the Rothschild family was using this gesture to express his enthusiasm and goodwill.

"Mr. Geng Pan, please, this way."

There were too many executives behind Chu Mo for him to introduce them all. Moreover, with more and more bystanders gathering outside Tianxiangyuan Grand Hotel, he did not want to be photographed. With a slight turn, he led the other man into the lobby.

"Mr. Chu, your reception is really too warm. When I got off the plane and saw so many people, I thought I was going to be kidnapped," said the heir of the Rothschild family, his face adorned with the generous smile characteristic of Westerners. Behind him, several dozen executives naturally parted to the sides, clearing a path for the two.

As they stepped forward, all eyes were concentrated on their faces.

The eight beautiful women dressed in Hua Country's traditional qipao bowed simultaneously with a respectful greeting. The blond, blue-eyed young man seemed quite accustomed to such scenes and paid them no mind.

Chu Mo's face maintained a warm smile as the two of them stepped into the hall, where the dozens of waiters in the corners all bent slightly in a greeting gesture. He warmly began,

"Mr. Geng Pan, you must be weary from your travels. Do you need to go to the top floor to rest for a bit, to adjust to the time difference?"

The tall man, who stood half a head taller than Chu Mo, smiled and waved his hand, saying with vigor,

"I have already had ample rest on the plane, Mr. Chu, there is no need for concern."

Chu Mo said no more, but made a welcoming gesture, and the two of them approached the private elevator entrance. Zhan Bingxue, who followed closely behind, personally pressed the elevator button for them.

The elevator doors opened; naturally, it was not possible for the dozens of executives to all come up. Besides Chu Mo and the blond-haired, blue-eyed young man, only Zhan Bingxue and a deputy hotel manager followed them inside.

As the elevator doors closed, Zhan Bingxue pressed for the fifty-sixth floor. The expansive elevator ascended smoothly and swiftly. In just thirty-five seconds, the elevator doors opened again.

Zhan Bingxue was the first to step out. The chairman of Bafang International bowed slightly after exiting the elevator and said with a clear voice,

"Mr. Geng Pan, to welcome your arrival, we have specially arranged a performance for you to enjoy."

"This beautiful young lady embodies the delicate beauty unique to Eastern women—truly too stunning," the blond-haired, blue-eyed young man exclaimed, exhibiting the exaggerated and extroverted character of Westerners to the fullest.

He generously offered his compliments, making it easy for others to feel kindly towards him.

Together, they stepped out of the expansive elevator door, and Chu Mo took the initiative to say,

"This is Ms. Zhan Bingxue, the chairman of Bafang International. The Tianxiangyuan Grand Hotel we are standing in is just one of the hotels managed by Ms. Zhan."

Tianxiangyuan Grand Hotel's fifty-sixth floor is specially designated for top-level performances. The entire fifty-sixth and fifty-seventh floors are interconnected, with a huge stage in front and an audience seating area opposite that can accommodate a few hundred people.

Under Zhan Bingxue's guidance, Chu Mo and the tall young man took their seats in the center of the front row.

Afterward, Zhan Bingxue and the deputy manager respectfully excused themselves. The audience seating, capable of holding several hundred people, was occupied by only Chu Mo and the heir of the Ross family.

Zhan Bingxue reappeared on the expansive and luxurious stage before them, her face bearing a warm and friendly smile. Her voice, as clear as that of a skylark, rang out,

"Firstly, on behalf of Bafang International Chain Hotel, Shi Yuan Entertainment, and Tianxiangyuan International Hotel staff, I extend a warm welcome to Mr. Geng Pan·Mayer·Rothschild's visit. We hope Mr. Geng Pan will leave with wonderful memories of Hua Country. I wish you every success and a pleasant journey."

After the brief opening remarks, Zhan Bingxue exited the stage, and then lively music started as dancers from the Saint Petersburg Classical Ballet Troupe made their entrance.

The beautiful girls from Mao Country possessed perfect figures; they were highly skilled, dignified in demeanor, and also had blond hair, blue eyes, and stunning body proportions.

It was said that the ballerinas on stage had legs 17 centimeters longer than their upper bodies, which is a rare proportion.

The girls were performing the timeless classic, "Swan Lake."

The dancers, based on the classic, had been re-choreographed to emphasize more of a fairy tale color and a romantic, sublime quality.

In the soul-stirring music, the tall man by Chu Mo's side appeared slightly focused, his blue eyes intently fixed on the central figure on the stage. After a while, Geng Pan turned away from the scene and spoke softly,

"Daliya is the most beautiful dancer, who showed her exceptional dance talent during her studies at the Kharkiv Dance Academy in Ukraine.

Later, she toured with the company in Spain, Short Country, Egypt, Ukraine, and many other places as the lead dancer. Her performance in "Swan Lake" was particularly praised by France's Le Figaro, saying Daliya's performance always brought unexpectedly delightful surprises.

Last year, I saw her perform at the Grand Theater in America, and I was deeply captivated by her. I never imagined that, a year later, in the distant land of the East, I would once again enjoy Daliya's elegant dance."

Chu Mo nodded with a smile, content that he had been able to satisfy the heir of the Ross family—it had certainly been worth it to invite this group of top dancers from Saint Petersburg.

"To ensure Mr. Geng Pan's satisfaction, Ms. Zhan spent a lot of effort to invite here these young ladies from Saint Petersburg."

"Then, after enjoying the dance, I must express my heartfelt thanks to Ms. Zhan."

The two chatted casually below, while the group of top dancers on stage gracefully brought their performance to a close. As the beautiful music ended, the woman at the center of all the dancers tiptoed forward gradually.

Named Daliya, the top-level dancer had a nearly perfect visage, tall and well-proportioned, with legs that nearly reached the golden ratio.

With long eyelashes and pale blue eyes like the sea, being a world-renowned top ballerina, she gave the most gracious bow of thanks to the two sole members of the audience with an elegant movement.

Then, the stunningly beautiful woman blew a kiss to each of the two audience members with a smile before turning to leave the stage.

At that moment, the curtains on the stage fell.

Watching the top dancer leave the stage, Chu Mo's lips slightly curled.

The kisses blown just now came at an extra charge.

For each kiss, Chu Mo had to pay her ten million RMB. Find adventures on empire