Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Mr. Chu, although the research institute has achieved remarkable results in various fields, it still lacks a heavyweight leader in the field of neurotransmission, such as the issues with this No. 1 Longevity Pill. A significant reason for its numerous side effects and imperfections is the many challenges in neurotransmission that we have yet to overcome!"

In the Longevity Club's 80th-floor VIP hall—a place designed to serve top tycoons—opulence blooms everywhere, and all facilities are among the world's most elite. Even a seemingly inconspicuous vase in the corner might be an antique from centuries past.

Sitting opposite Chu Mo was the head of the club's research institute, Frederick. The institute now boasts one hundred and ten top scientists, sixty-three of whom are Nobel laureates, with Frederick being their chief.

The old man in front of him was seventy-eight years old, his hair graying, but his pale blue eyes were remarkably spirited.

Originally, Frederick had retired in America and was no longer involved in worldly affairs. However, he had owed the American Rothschild family a favor in his younger days, so when a representative from the Ross family came calling, he agreed to join them.

This gentleman was the world's leading neuroscientist, a two-time Nobel laureate, whose team during their year at the Longevity Club had made another major discovery while developing the No. 1 Longevity Pill. If these findings were made public, the old man was almost certain to secure the next Nobel Prize.

Chu Mo looked at the old man who, despite his fatigue, had a face set with determination. He gently sipped his coffee and then let out a slight sigh.

Indeed, there was an ideal top expert in the field of neurotransmission—Bison, known as Britain's leading scientist. Even though Chu Mo had previously been willing to spend five billion to lure him out of retirement, he was still rejected by Bison.

When Chu Mo attended the underground boxing championship in Zhongzhou City, Liu Peng, the Family Head of one of the eight major families, also promised to help persuade Britain's leading scientist to join the research for longevity. However, the Liu family was reluctant to see Chu Mo grow stronger, and so the matter was dropped.

Bison was unparalleled in the field of neurotransmission and with him at the helm, the research at the Longevity Club could have been elevated significantly. But since he was unwilling to come out of retirement, Chu Mo had no choice but to think of other methods.

After a moment of silence, Chu Mo suddenly inquired:

"Mr. Frederick, you mentioned Britain's leading scientific adviser Bison before. I've tried everything to recruit him, even leveraging the influence of the Ross family, but to no avail. Do you have a relationship with Bison? If you were to personally intercede, is there any hope?"

"Of course, Mr. Frederick, you've seen for yourself. In the year since the Longevity Club was established, I have invested over three hundred billion. In terms of money, I am absolutely generous. If Bison agrees to come to Hua Country, I am willing to offer him ten billion as a relocation fee. And any conditions he has, I will do my utmost to satisfy them. What do you think?"

Chu Mo truly had no other options left. Bison was a pillar of British science, and whether it was the Ross family or the jewelry queen Mina Gong, Chu Mo had called upon all the forces at his disposal, to no avail.

Facing this top boss, aside from the temptation of money, Chu Mo couldn't use any other methods. After all, if he were to resort to unsavory tactics, he might face the hostility of all Britain, a loss that would outweigh the gains.

The white-haired elder across from him also frowned slightly. He had previously collaborated with Bison in research and knew that Bison was a man so stubborn he bordered on being obsessive. Once Bison made a decision, not even eight bulls could pull him back.

Even Frederick was powerless.

As Chu Mo and Frederick fell into contemplation, the entire reception hall lapsed into profound silence.

In the hall at the moment were not only Chu Mo, the hidden major backer, and Frederick, the chief scientist of the research institute; all three of the Longevity Club's chief officers were also present.

Besides them, several stunningly beautiful female attendants stood within the hall.

The Longevity Club was destined to become the world's most elite club. Although the research outcomes had just begun to show and were still flawed, other aspects of their planning were already fully underway.

The club was not only present in Magic City but was also contemplating the establishment of a branch in Britain. As the core of service, the club had extremely stringent requirements for its female attendants, who were responsible for providing various services internally.

The Longevity Club's clients were all top magnates, naturally demanding the highest standards from the service staff. First, to become a female attendant at the Longevity Club, one must possess at least a university degree; second, their appearance must score more than ninety-five out of one hundred.

Yet these two conditions were merely the basic prerequisites to become an attendant at the Longevity Club. Even for those who met these criteria, there was a highly rigorous selection process to pass afterwards.

Already more than a year since its establishment, the Longevity Club had made investments surpassing three hundred billion. Yet even with such stringent standards, out of many applicants, only six women have qualified to become attendants at the Longevity Club.