Trillionaire's Slice of Life

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"Mr. Chu, your reputation precedes you. I was not aware of your visit and failed to welcome you from afar. My apologies, my apologies!"

The middle-aged man who called himself Qin Mang evidently was also a keen and diplomatic person. When he noticed the terrifying deployment around him, his eyelids involuntarily twitched a few times. However, after a moment, the bowing man's voice became obsequious, and his whole demeanor resembled that of the most servile servant.

Inside the private booth, Chu Mo merely waited quietly. He didn't exchange pleasantries with the man across from him. One reason was that the man's status was not sufficient. By now, Chu Mo's position was such that he could sit on equal terms with the eight major families of Hua Country. The balding middle-aged man before him was only a chairman of a small bar worth perhaps ten million.

To Chu Mo, with his trillion-dollar net worth, they were not on the same level.

Just as ordinary people had to bow their heads and watch his face, so too did the middle-aged man before Chu Mo seem no different from an ordinary person.

As Chu Mo said nothing, the atmosphere in the entire hall became exceptionally tense. Seven to eight hundred bodyguards encircled the hall inside and out, and every one of them was among the most elite, each carrying an air of lethality that no ordinary security personnel could compare with.

Moments later, a series of steady footsteps was heard, and then the tall and burly Jiang Tao returned. The man, carrying an aura of a fierce tiger, came before Chu Mo and bowed his head slightly, saying:

"Mr. Chu, someone has tampered with the backstage records, and we can't find last night's logs."

Upon hearing this, Chu Mo's brow furrowed slightly. It seemed that the other party had indeed come prepared, leaving no traces behind. He looked towards Jiang Tao and spoke in a cold voice:

"Search, use all your resources to find the person for me."

Jiang Tao bowed in agreement. Only then did Chu Mo finally turn his gaze toward the balding man opposite him.

He beckoned lightly, saying in a calm voice:

"Mr. Qin, isn't it? Come, have a seat!"

With Chu Mo's instruction, the tall bodyguards previously blocking the way immediately stepped aside. The significantly balding middle-aged man, under Chu Mo's gaze, immediately broke out in a profuse sweat. He came to the booth with great caution, yet dared not sit down.

Chu Mo gestured toward the seat opposite him, and the middle-aged man immediately waved his hand, saying:

"In the presence of Mr. Chu, I do not deserve to sit. I shall stand. Whatever you command, if I am able, I shall do it with all my effort."

Chu Mo didn't beat around the bush. He simply gestured again, saying:

"Sit down. Don't make me repeat myself!"

The middle-aged man, his forehead drenched with sweat, jerked into action without hesitation, carefully taking a seat opposite Chu Mo.

The servers who had initially thought they had support when they saw their boss approaching now felt their sanity slip at the sight of the boss's cautious demeanor. They were filled with all sorts of feelings.

Chu Mo leaned back comfortably in his soft seat, adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, a sign of his slight irritation.

After a short pause, without any formality, Chu Mo went straight to the point:

"You know why I'm here. Let's not play dumb. In plain terms, if my person is safe and sound, I'll ensure the safety of your entire bar. But if anything happens to my person... then there will no longer be a Huiyuan Bar in Suzhou City. Mr.

Qin, do you understand what I mean?"

As the words fell, the man named Qin Mang immediately became anxious, saying:

"Mr. Chu, I am truly wronged here. How could an ordinary citizen like me get involved in the struggles of such powerful individuals? I'm wronged, I really don't know anything."

The balding man's face was racked with anxiety, sweat beads falling from his forehead, so much so that he was almost on the verge of tears. His performance could truly make one believe he was wrongly accused.

However, Chu Mo had no intention of letting him off so easily. No matter what, Dong Xun'er had lost contact at this bar. As the chairman of the bar, regardless of his role in this matter, he could not escape responsibility.

Waving his hand to cut off the middle-aged man's grievances, Chu Mo spoke ruthlessly:

"I've said it before, my person is safe, you are safe. If anything happens to my person, you'll repay tenfold. If you want safety, then assist me fully in finding the person. There will be no compromise on other matters."

Chu Mo set the tone outright. Regardless of whether the man was involved, he forcibly implicated him in the matter, and his safety was now directly tied to Dong Xun'er.

Chu Mo was a man of his word. Should anything happen to Dong Xun'er, whether the man was wronged or not, he would have to pay tenfold.

As the middle-aged man's face showed despair, sudden footsteps came from the door. Moments later, a young woman in pajamas and a slightly flushed face, led by several black-clothed bodyguards, arrived at the booth.

Seeing the woman, Chu Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. She was a stunningly beautiful woman who was not overshadowed by his own brand's spokesperson. She seemed to have just gotten out of bed, her face without makeup, yet she exuded a different kind of charm.

"Mr. Chu, this is our club's atmosphere group leader, Gao Xia. She's in charge of livening up the bar and dealing with some troublesome customers. Gao Xia, come and greet Mr. Chu,"

Upon seeing the woman in pajamas, Qin Mang immediately stood up and began waving at her repeatedly.

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