Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The old man in a Zhongshan suit had appeared for only a few minutes, yet Chu Mo noticed that faint sweat had begun to form on his forehead. Even though it wasn't conspicuous, the fact that it occurred in the reception hall with a comfortable temperature meant that his body was starting to feel unwell.

Chu Mo knew that the old man could move freely for at most ten minutes, the result of over a hundred scientists spending a month conditioning his body. Despite it not yet being time, the old man's body was showing signs of fatigue, and if he stayed here any longer, he might not be able to hold up.

If the old man truly were to collapse in full view of everyone, today's publicity would turn into a complete joke.

Hence, even though the ten minutes hadn't passed, and seeing that the promotional effect had been achieved, Chu Mo had the old man take his leave first.

Inside the hall, a crowd of top tycoons watched as the old man's figure disappeared from their sight. Only then did they start conversing with each other.

Clearly, everyone's conversation revolved around the recently departed old man, and they were also marveling at the effects of the Number One Longevity Pill.

The fact that the Number One Longevity Pill could have such a terrifying effect was like giving someone an extra life—the small flaws seemed trivial by comparison.

Chu Mo didn't intervene, letting the many top tycoons in the hall talk among themselves. At the same time, Chu Mo leaned slightly closer to Ross Rothschild at his side and said with a smile on his face,

"Mr. Ross, our club's establishment owes much to the great support from the Rothschild family. Without the social connections of the Rothschild family, it would have been impossible for us to invite so many top scientists in such a short period, much less achieve what we have now."

A translator immediately relayed Chu Mo's words to the audience.

The old man, who was eighty-four years old with completely gray hair, also wore a smile on his face.

Initially, when the family heir, Geng Pan, sold Paradise Island, a Rothschild family property, to Chu Mo for twenty billion US dollars, the matter was no secret within the family. It was with this money that Geng Pan, who was previously at a disadvantage, could catch up in just a year and become the most likely successor to the family business.

The Rothschild family practiced a strict survival-of-the-fittest system, and the competition among heirs was equally fierce. The Family Head, as an old man himself, did not interfere in the struggles between heirs. Of course, these struggles had to be within certain rules—it wasn't acceptable to directly harm another heir to the point of death; one had to use reasonable means.

Hence, Geng Pan's achievements had the tacit approval of the elder.

This white-headed patriarch, who controlled the world's largest family, simply nodded gently to Chu Mo. His eyes looked at Chu Mo with admiration before the old man slowly began to speak.

Tina, the maid standing behind, immediately leaned in and whispered the translation to Chu Mo,

"Mr. Ross says it was just a simple favor. The old gentleman is inquiring about membership in the Longevity Club. He is very interested in our club's Number Two Longevity Pill and wishes to know how one can gain the authorization to use it."

Chu Mo glanced at Geng Pan across from him. The membership system of the Longevity Club had only been discussed with Geng Pan and a few princes, but now that Rothschild himself knew about it, it was clear Geng Pan had disclosed everything.

Chu Mo wasn't surprised, after all, Geng Pan also wanted to become a senior member of the club. Although the Longevity Club's influence was still limited, the potential it had shown was boundless. Once the Longevity Club grew into a behemoth, even a giant like the Rothschild family might need its assistance.

Therefore, the Rothschild family planned to lay the groundwork early to become the first senior members of the club before it grew into a behemoth.

If one considered the Rothschild family's help to Chu Mo alone, granting them an S-level membership wouldn't be too much to ask; after all, without the Rothschild family's connections, Chu Mo's Longevity Club would have remained a pipe dream.

In addition, the club required various top research equipment in the later stages, which the Rothschild family had facilitated behind the scenes. Without their help, Chu Mo wouldn't have been able to acquire these top-level experimental devices.

In essence, for the Longevity Club, the Rothschild family had indeed played a crucial role.

It was just that considering the club's future development, senior memberships could not be given out lightly, or the Longevity Club would face a significant crisis.

So, on this matter, Chu Mo could at most provide some special considerations to the Rothschild family but could not directly hand over an S-level membership.

Chu Mo and Ross Rothschild conversed quietly for a moment. After a while, realizing it was getting late, he stopped his conversation with the old man and shifted his focus back to the hall.

As Chu Mo quieted down first, and his gaze swept across the room, the relaxed atmosphere of the hall gradually became tense, and some of the top elites whispering to each other sensed the changing mood and chose to silence themselves.

Moments later, as the entire hall returned to quietness, Chu Mo, who was quietly breathing, finally moved on to today's main topic.

Chu Mo cleared his throat, then proactively began to speak.