Trillionaire's Slice of Life

This girl could no longer be described as simply a pretty girl; at least in Mentor Nangong's eyes, Zixue Han was definitely the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, many times more beautiful than those big stars on television.

Taking a gentle breath, as the image of that pure girl flashed continuously in his mind, Mentor Nangong's anger dissipated quite a bit. His gaze suddenly turned to the bespectacled male student opposite him, his voice carrying a rare sense of curiosity:

"You're saying Zixue Han has gone to compete? And the prize money is one hundred million US dollars? Who's hosting this event? Can it be fair? With Zixue Han's qualifications, shouldn't she easily win the championship?"

Hearing this, the bespectacled male student, who had already been gritting his teeth awaiting judgment, immediately widened his eyes. Seeing the stern face of Mentor Nangong soften considerably, the incredulous male student paused for a moment before finally reacting and speaking up:

"Although I also think Zixue Han is the most beautiful, it seems somewhat difficult for her to defeat her competitors because this time, Zixue Han is facing the real world's number one goddess, Amy Belle, the world-renowned superstar. If it were against anyone else, I believe Zixue Han would definitely win, but against Amy... the chances are probably not that great."

In the hushed words of the male student, Mentor Nangong on the podium shook his head. He didn't believe that Zixue Han could lose. In Mentor Nangong's mind, Zixue Han was a demoness, the kind that would have brought disaster to a country in ancient times. How could such a girl possibly lose?

...

In the financial center of Hua Country's Modu, on the golden stretch of Lujiazui, the upcoming World's Number One Goddess competition brought countless foreign tourists to the city, the majority of whom were die-hard fans of the world's number one goddess, Amy Belle. Of course, some were there simply to enjoy the spectacle.

At this moment, the only seven-star hotel in Modu had stopped all business to the public. Inside, including the goddess Amy and a dozen other competitors in the goddess competition, were all staying there.

As the competition drew near, everyone started to become tense, including Amy herself, who seemed slightly worried.

This wasn't because Amy lacked confidence, but merely because the strength of the dozen or so challengers was too great, even enough to threaten her position.

Out of the thirteen challengers, those Amy least regarded were the pre-determined ones. Whether it was the queen of high notes or Britain's pop diva, these people had all been defeated by Amy's hands before, and even with more opportunities, they would still fall to defeat.

However, among the newcomers, there were a few who posed a significant threat to her, and two of them, in terms of beauty and temperament, were not half a step behind her. If it weren't for her own solid fan base, Amy might have turned tail and fled, directly forfeiting her right to compete.

"Chu, you've really given me a tough problem this time. I thought you were just casually finding a few challengers, but I never expected you to find so many strong contenders. Even I'm starting to feel a little nervous now!"

The ninety-fifth floor of Tianxiang Garden was known as the Emperor's Floor, where only the top billionaires worth over a hundred billion could enter.

Since the establishment of Tianxiang Garden, no more than a handful of people had been able to access this floor, among them Cao Renyi with a net worth of two hundred billion, Fan Zhijian worth over a hundred billion, and the trillion-dollar jewelry queen. Strictly speaking, Amy Belle was the only person who didn't meet the net worth requirement but was still allowed to enter.

The luxury of the ninety-fifth floor of Tianxiang Garden was in the marrow of its bones, every detail meticulously crafted to perfection. Even Amy, being the world's number one goddess accustomed to luxury and riches, was amazed when she first came here.

Chu Mo looked at the gorgeously dressed blonde in front of him, who seemed like a Heavenly Immortal descending to earth, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes before he softly said:

"Miss Amy, you have gathered all the beauty of the world in yourself. I believe that there is absolutely no one in this world who can surpass you. Please do not worry about this," he assured her, indicating that she shouldn't worry too much about winning or losing the competition.

In fact, the competition seemed fair on the surface, but was inherently unfair because it was conducted through fan voting. Amy had two billion fans worldwide, and even if only one-tenth of her die-hard fans voted, that would be two hundred million votes, which were almost guaranteed for her.

In contrast, other competitors, even the pre-determined ones with some level of fame, still had a huge gap compared to Amy. In previous confrontations, they had all lost to her by large margins, and this time would be no exception.

As for the other newcomers, although there are two among them who also have a hundred points in beauty, they lack a fan base, and the gap between them and Amy is immeasurably wide.

Even if we take ten thousand steps back and suppose one of their votes truly exceeded Amy's, Chu Mo would not have allowed them to actually win the contest. From the very beginning, the victor had been predetermined to be Amy.

Having received Chu Mo's approval, Amy too revealed a knowing smile. She did not say much more but instead twirled in front of Chu Mo, her skirt fluttering. The blonde beauty with a smile said:

"How does it look, do you like my outfit?"

Chu Mo felt slightly dazzled. He struggled to breathe, slowly calming his emotions before nodding slowly and saying:

"You look good in anything... I won't disturb your rehearsal anymore. Anyway, I'll remember this favor."

After saying goodbye to Amy, Chu Mo took the private elevator directly to the seventy-third floor, where there was originally a grand hall for evening galas, with a huge stage in the center, fully equipped with lighting and photography equipment.

Not long after Chu Mo stepped out of the private elevator, he caught sight of Lu Siyue.

The young miss of the Lu family emanated confidence and energy. Clearly, the fact that she was able to organize a world-renowned, large-scale competition and promote her own products worldwide was stirring her emotions.

As soon as Chu Mo appeared, Lu Siyue put aside her work and came running over. When she got to Chu Mo, she said with delightful surprise:

"Has Mr. Chu, the great boss, finally decided to see the hardships of his employees? Are you here to offer us some comfort?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Mo only slightly curled his lips. He had just come to pacify Amy, and his visit here was merely on the way to take a look around.

Seeing the expression on Chu Mo's face, Lu Siyue by his side pouted, her entire demeanor one of disappointment. But in a moment, she covered her mouth and giggled, whispering:

"We know you're busy, Mr. Big Boss, so we won't bother you further. Right, all the contestants are practicing in the main hall up ahead. The dance instructors from Shi Yuan Entertainment are here, specifically tasked with training the newcomers. Would you like to see the level of these contestants, Mr. Chu?"

Hearing this, images of a few graceful figures from the files came to Chu Mo's mind. Even with his steely self-control, he was still curious. Since he had already arrived, as the man behind the scenes, Chu Mo felt it was necessary to see the level of the contest participants.

Thus, after only a moment's hesitation, Chu Mo nodded lightly. Lu Siyue immediately took the lead, and the two of them, accompanied by a pile of staff members, headed towards the main hall.

Before they even arrived, a beautiful singing voice reached his ears from afar. He listened intently, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The singing was exceptionally beautiful, no less than that of renowned singing superstars. More importantly, he had never heard this voice before.

Continuing down the corridor, after a short while, the view suddenly opened up. In the center of the main hall stood an otherworldly solitary figure, lost in her own singing, letting her voice soar.