Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Young Master Lin's presence is truly not low, covering the bill for all the guests in the bar with a simple gesture. Such boldness is indeed envied by others!" As his words fell, Chu Mo paused briefly, then with a slightly raised eyebrow, continued: "Does Young Master Lin often come to this bar?" Chu Mo's gaze lingered faintly on Lin Feng in front of him. His seemingly casual question was, in fact, a bid to find out whether Lin Feng's appearance before him was intentional or a mere coincidence. If the other party was deliberately following him, then Chu Mo would have to reconsider whether his plan with Yang Duoer had already been leaked. Under Chu Mo's subtle scrutiny, the Lin Feng across from him suddenly turned his head. He waved to a group of six or seven young men and women sitting in a booth opposite, and after they waved back in acknowledgment, Lin Feng then smiled and said: "Today is a friend's birthday. I came here for a drink to celebrate, and I just happened to see Young Master Chu, so I came over to say hello. I hope I'm not disturbing your peace!" Upon hearing this, Chu Mo imperceptibly breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was a chance meeting, it meant that his encounter with Yang Duoer had not been exposed. He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and at that moment, from the opposite booth where the group of young people had been sitting, a man and a woman holding wine glasses approached, laughing and talking as they headed over. The man dressed in a jacket appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a crew cut, portraying an exceptionally sharp image. The woman accompanying him wore flesh-colored stockings with high boots, and despite it being the cold winter, it did not deter her from dressing seductively. The two approached, and after the man in the jacket greeted Lin Feng, he raised his glass towards Chu Mo and said: "Buddy, since you're a friend of Young Master Lin, you're also a friend of Zhao Hongsen. I'll drink first as a mark of respect!" The man in the jacket boldly tilted his head back and downed half a glass of white liquor. As he raised his glass to Chu Mo, he looked straight at him. The Zhao family from Magic Capital! Chu Mo quickly thought through the implications in his mind, and soon came to a conclusion. The Zhao family started out in retail, and the father and son were known as the Magic Capital's Twin Heroes. The man before him, Zhao Hongsen, should be the third generation of the Zhao family. The Zhao family possessed assets in the hundreds of billions, their power considerable. Of course, only families with such a foundation could associate with Lin Feng, the eldest son of the Lin family. Chu Mo watched the man in the jacket. He might not give Lin Feng face, but he had no grievances with the Zhao family, and it would be inappropriate to offend them. So after a brief silence, he gently lifted his own wine glass, took a small sip, giving face to the other party. However, his light touch of the glass did not sit well with the seductive woman opposite, causing her to frown. The woman in the stockings and boots scoffed slightly, then stepped forward in front of Chu Mo, also raising her glass with a somewhat indifferent voice: "Since Zhao has already paid his respects, it's my turn now. Let me introduce myself, my name is Su Mei. I'll just take a sip, and you'll finish the rest, no problem, right?" In Magic Capital, aside from the now-fallen Su Zhengxiong, there was another Su family that started with real estate, which was not to be underestimated. The Su family owned four real estate developments, with assets also numbering in the hundreds of billions. Chu Mo remembered seeing a map of Magic Capital's power distribution, where the Su family was listed among the notable names. Another prominent family, and most importantly, Chu Mo had no prior entanglements with the Su family. Offending them over a glass of wine seemed trivial, but he felt it would be unduly tiresome. Looking at the strikingly beautiful woman with a cold smile in front of him, Chu Mo was contemplating how to refuse when Xiao Qi in a blue evening dress suddenly stepped forward and said: "Miss Su, he has already had quite a bit to drink just now. If he drinks more, he might collapse. How about I drink this one for him? You can do as you like, I'll drink it!" Called Xiao Qi, the young woman directly picked up the half glass of red wine from the table, which was originally prepared for her but she hadn't taken before. Now, she lifted the glass and ingested the half glass of red wine in one go. A top-level Heidsieck worth more than two million, just half a glass downed was worth a whole four to five hundred thousand. Unfortunately, the young woman in front of her seemed to have missed out on the rich flavor of the premium wine. And just as unfortunately, after the seventh young mistress had drained her glass of red wine, the woman in the stockings and short skirt, her allure on full display, suddenly let out a cold laugh. Her voice was indifferent as she said: "Xiao Qi, do you have any right to butt in here? Why don't you take a good look in the mirror and see what your status is? Did you really think there wasn't a reason why you weren't called to this gathering of ours? Do you even realize what your place is? Do you think you're fit to drink with me? Get lost!" The girl who called herself Su Mei spoke with a face full of indifference, while the seventh young mistress, still holding a wine glass, slightly pursed her lips. She gently bowed her head, and beneath the heavy, smoky makeup, she trembled all over. Chu Mo watched all this with a cold eye. He didn't rush to voice his opinion. In fact, he didn't quite understand why, as he and this Xiao Qi had no deep relationship, she felt the need to drink on his behalf at all. While Chu Mo remained silent, the woman in stockings and boots once again raised her wine glass towards him. She slightly lifted her chin with an arrogant face and said: "You're a friend of Xiao Qi, I presume. Birds of a feather flock together. Xiao Qi is known to be a hopeless case in our circle, and I don't see you being any better. But as I said, I do as I please, so drink up!" As the words fell, the young Miss Su slightly tipped her head back and sipped from her glass. After putting down the cup, she looked at Chu Mo with a face full of arrogance—as if drinking with him was a huge favor. In such a situation, Chu Mo naturally had no need to give her face. Chu Mo had his own principles for handling affairs. Generally, he preferred harmony, similar to the jacket-wearing man earlier. When Zhao Hongsen, the eldest son of the Zhao family, came to drink with Chu Mo and his attitude was rather sincere, Chu Mo naturally wouldn't refuse. But the attitude of the young Miss Su before him was quite offensive. In such circumstances, if Chu Mo were still to greet her with a smile, that would be truly self-degrading. Chu Mo paid no attention to the aggressive posturing of the woman before him and instead looked with interest at Lin Feng, the eldest son of the Lin family across from him. Ever since his two friends had come over to greet him, Lin Feng hadn't said a word. He didn't introduce Chu Mo's identity to them, almost as if he was intentionally letting this scene unfold, keen on making Chu Mo establish a few more enemies. Of course, considering the current adversarial relationship with the Lin family, Lin Feng's behavior was entirely expected. As the future successor of the Lin family, he naturally had to consider the whole family's interests. With Chu Mo being an archenemy of the Lin family, it was perfectly normal for Lin Feng to dig a few more pits for him. Of course, regarding Lin Feng's little scheming, Chu Mo only smiled wryly, not taking it to heart at all. After all, Lin Feng's maneuvers, in Chu Mo's eyes, were nothing more than child's play. Apart from dissipating the bit of good will Chu Mo had felt for him, it was utterly ineffective. The group of men and women before him belonged to the most elite circles of Shanghai, with family assets counting at least in the tens of billions. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to blend into their circle. An ordinary person would naturally not want to offend so many top-tier second-generation rich kids, for they might really get ruined by their influence. But to Chu Mo, this group of second gens was just a bunch of kids who had yet to grow out their fur. Although they held privileged statuses, they were not in control of any family resources. They might carry a few hundred thousand or million in funds, and those with over a hundred million in savings were a rare breed. Even if they stirred up a huge conflict with Chu Mo, it wouldn't mean their families would dare to become his enemy. The name of Mr. Chu of Shanghai had sunk deep into the marrow of the city's upper echelons. Unless it was an absolute necessity, no one would want to make an enemy of Chu Mo. Naturally, under such circumstances, he really didn't take this calculating group of second and third generation elites seriously. He placed his wine glass on the table and slightly looked up at the young Miss Su, his voice full of indifference: "Just like you said, who do you think you are? You're not fit to drink with me! Back off!" As his words rang out, the five or six bodyguards initially on alert immediately stepped forward, and the atmosphere around them instantly turned icy cold!