Trillionaire's Slice of Life

At 8:00 pm sharp, the scheduled time had arrived, but the guests hadn't arrived on time due to their flight being delayed. However, a few minutes later, the figure of the steward, Danny, first appeared. Dressed in a neatly-tailored suit, Danny looked dignified and gentlemanly. After placing two bottles of top-notch red wine in front, he carefully asked, "Mr. Chu, would you like to open the wine and let it breathe now?" Chu Mo glanced at the middle-aged manager standing near the private room, whose gaze was fixed on the two bottles worth millions, his already not so large eyes now opened to their fullest extent. He nodded lightly, and then, with the air of a gentleman, Danny gracefully opened a bottle of Heidsieck! After giving a slight bow, the middle-aged steward retreated to a position behind, ready to serve his master at any time. Meanwhile, on the stage across the room, the previously singing woman had stepped down, and now a handsome man in his mid-thirties was singing. His voice was deep, with a hint of hoarseness that made it exceptionally penetrating. The singer onstage had an infectious voice. As he sang with abandon, the entire bar fell into a rare silence, with everyone's gaze fixed on him, and indeed, many customers' eyes held a faint, dreamy look! "... I only now heard that you once looked for me I can imagine how upset you must have been I don't ask for your forgiveness for my cowardice at that time I hope from now on you won't be tossed about in a sea of love ...!" The powerful song continued to reverberate in his ears, and as the song reached its high notes, the man onstage squinted his eyes, tilting his head back with a hint of subtle sadness on his face. Chu Mo, who had been disengaged in a corner, suddenly felt a ripple stir within him due to the singing. His spirit trembled slightly, as if carried into a world of emotion by the voice, and he could no longer maintain a calm state of mind, feeling a faint sense of sorrow. His mind involuntarily conjured up memories of his first love. Strictly speaking, Chu Mo had never truly been in love, but that didn't prevent him from having liked a girl in the past. Despite the time that had passed, each memory of that girl still brought a warm surge in his heart! Chu Mo was not a fan of celebrities, nor did he have a favorite star singer. Usually, he only listened to specific artists, having never heard the song currently playing, and it was truly rare for one to resonate with him emotionally! In this moment, Chu Mo was just like the most ordinary audience member, quietly listening to the slightly sad song. "... I hope by now you've truly forgotten me So I too can let go of my guilt with ease Knowing you were not meant for me, I cut off contact The memories left behind, let time itself consume ...!" Chu Mo picked up the red wine in front of him and tasted it lightly. The two-million-dollar bottle of Heidsieck had been opened just recently and wasn't fully aerated yet, but the richness of the top-tier wine was beyond comparison to any he had tried before, and even with Chu Mo's rather average palate, he could tell the huge difference. He sipped the wine in his glass and silently savored the combination of the music in his ears and the fragrance of the fine wine. After a moment, Chu Mo suddenly waved towards the middle-aged manager outside the private room. The man in his late thirties approached cautiously and respectfully. Chu Mo took an empty glass, poured more than half of it full with Heidsieck, and then said indifferently, "Send this to the singer, just say it's from a fan of his!" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged manager swallowed nervously. He nodded at once, and with both hands carefully cradling the wine glass, he retreated two steps before carefully making his way toward the stage! The bar manager walked very slowly. With every step, his eyes were alert, watching his surroundings cautiously, afraid of accidentally bumping into a customer and spilling the expensive wine. In the bar manager's eyes, what he held was no longer just a glass of red wine but a liquid as precious as Gold. Indeed, the world's rare top-tier wine was priced at four hundred thousand US dollars per bottle, amounting to 2.6 million RMB, and this glass containing close to a fifth of a bottle was effectively worth fifty thousand RMB. To call it Gold wouldn't be an exaggeration. If he were to spill it because of an unintended collision with a customer, he wouldn't be able to repay the loss even if he sold his trousers! The wary middle-aged manager slowly made his way to the edge of the stage. Coincidentally, the long-haired man had just finished his singing. After a brief silence, the bar erupted in enthusiastic applause, with many customers shouting for an encore. The long-haired, artistically inclined singer was about to leave when the manager holding the wine glass intervened: "Xiao Chen, wait a moment, a customer over there would like to offer you a drink!" The singer referred to as Xiao Chen waved his hand dismissively, and while showing a row of white teeth, he earnestly said, "Manager Liu, I have to sing two more songs later. Drinking now might not be good for my throat and could affect my performance. Please thank that customer for me, Manager Liu, I'm heading off now!" Just as the long-haired singer was about to turn and leave, the manager, with a flash of panic in his eyes, quickly exclaimed: