Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Ten minutes later, the young man across received a phone call. The composed expression he had maintained finally showed a trace of panic, and half an hour later, after receiving four or five calls in succession, his entire face had turned the color of a pig's liver.

Clearly, Zhan Bingxue's actions were very decisive, leaving no chance for the other party to counterattack, and directly disrupting the Zhao family's business in one fell swoop.

In the end, after putting down the last call, the young man's voice was heavy and he said:

"Mr. Chu, my grandfather invites you to our home for a talk!"

At this moment, the young man no longer had the defiant look he had earlier; instead, in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of deep fear.

Chu Mo didn't bother with the emotions of a minor third-generation heir of the Zhao family. He stood up and walked straight to the entrance hall. Outside, a string of luxury cars had already surrounded Moon Lake Tower, and the dense crowd of black-suited bodyguards sealed off the entire building.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the Zhao family heir unconsciously swallowed hard.

Just as Chu Mo was about to step into the Rolls-Royce, he suddenly paused. Then he turned to ask Zhao family's young member following him:

"By the way, where is your cousin Sun Mengqi now?"

The Zhao family's young member also stopped in his tracks, a look of surprise on his face followed by utter bewilderment as he said:

"Mengqi? I don't know, she hasn't come to the company at all today!"

Chu Mo saw the bewilderment in the eyes of the Zhao family heir and knew the man truly had no clue, so he didn't stay any longer and directly got into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

The long convoy started up, and shortly after, with the first of the million-dollar Hongqi cars leading onto the main road, the executives at Moon Lake Tower finally breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"President Zhao, I heard that Mr. Chu just smashed up Huiyuan Bar, and the owner, Qin Mang, didn't even dare to let out a fart. Thankfully, they didn't start a fight just now; otherwise, our Moon Lake Tower would have been in trouble," a middle-aged man beside Zhao family's young member said, still shaken.

Hearing this, the Zhao family heir, whose face had also paled, took a deep breath and his eyes darkened as he said:

"Sometime... Mr. Chu from Shanghai...!"

The man's voice got quieter and even his closest confidants couldn't hear the end.

Meanwhile, the entire convoy had already started heading to the northwest of Suzhou City, where there was a park, and nearby that park was the Zhao family's stronghold.

Ten minutes later, the long convoy arrived at Moon Lake Park, and after turning a corner, they faced a lush, dense forest. With the vehicles continuing forward, they passed through a wide open gate, and the Zhao family's estate finally came into view.

The Zhao family lived in an enormous villa halfway up the hillside. One could say the entire mountain was the Zhao family's territory. With its lush forests and blooming flowers, unlike the exquisite prosperity of the city, the Zhao family's residence could be considered a secluded paradise, akin to a true Shangri-La.

Chu Mo's convoy kept advancing on the winding mountain road until, ten minutes later, it reached the destination.

A huge villa located on the hillside.

The convoy entered the courtyard, where many maids and servants were already waiting to greet them. Chu Mo got out of the car, and upon seeing the incredibly vast courtyard, he couldn't help feeling as though he was in the depths of the mountains.

"Mr. Chu, the master has been waiting for you for a long time, please come inside!"

An elderly man with a goatee, appearing very respectful, approached, bowed deeply, and then made an inviting gesture towards Chu Mo.

With several personal bodyguards closely following, Chu Mo adjusted his collar and, after glancing around, followed the man towards the incredibly luxurious mansion.

Walking along the quiet and spacious path, Chu Mo compared the villa on the mountainside with his own Emperor's Pavilion, and had to admit that even though Emperor's Pavilion had a courtyard of over ten thousand square meters, it still paled in comparison to the Zhao family's estate that used an entire mountain as its backyard.

A thought flickered through his mind; he suddenly wanted to build a similarly vast courtyard for himself.

Retiring in such a villa when I get old wouldn't be a bad choice.

However, Chu Mo quickly composed himself and followed the lead of the goatee-bearded elder. The group promptly arrived at the villa's grand hall, which was a massive three to four hundred square meters with a triple-height ceiling, making it look incredibly vast and empty.

Even when Chu Mo and his entourage of several dozen bodyguards entered the hall, it didn't feel crowded in the slightest.

The goatee-bearded elder bowed slightly and said with a somewhat hoarse voice:

"Mr. Chu, please follow me to the reception room, the Family Head is waiting inside."

The elder's gaze swept over the densely packed bodyguards dressed in black surrounding Chu Mo. Even though he didn't say anything, his meaning was quite clear.

Chu Mo nodded slightly to Fan Gao at his side, and then the dozens of bodyguards following him withdrew from the hall. Shortly after, only Fan Gao, Jiang Tao, Fang Lihu, and Jiang Rourou remained with him.

The elder in front led the way once again, heading straight up the stairs to the third floor. After walking down a long corridor, they reached the reception hall, which exuded an air of elegant charm as the doors were pushed open.

The elder made a gesture of invitation.

Chu Mo stepped forward lightly and looked around, noticing that the hall was empty. Before he could ask, the elder bowed his head and said:

"Mr. Chu, please have a seat. The old master is of advanced age and seldom receives guests. I will notify him right away, please wait a moment."

The goatee-bearded elder bowed and left, as Chu Mo casually observed the luxurious reception hall that was easily a hundred square meters. The walls of the hall were adorned with many valuable paintings and calligraphy. Even without being a connoisseur, Chu Mo knew that the Qi Baishi original he spotted meant that everything else hung there must be authentic pieces from the Zhao family's collection.

Chu Mo sat down gently, realizing that the person he was about to meet was not the second-generation Zhao family patriarch, but the founder of the first generation.

The current Family Head of the Zhao family is Zhao Ding, the father of Zhao Yung, and the Zhao family's old patriarch is the founder who had retired from worldly affairs over a decade ago. His personal involvement implied he recognized the seriousness of the situation.

Chu Mo waited quietly, and after a short while, the goatee-bearded elder returned. Approaching Chu Mo, he bowed slightly again and said respectfully:

"The old Family Head is advanced in years and has difficulty moving, so he's a bit slow, please be understanding, Mr. Chu. To express the sincerity of the Zhao family, the old master has specially prepared three generous gifts for you to review."

As the elder finished speaking, he suddenly turned his gaze back, adding:

"Mr. Chu, there are thirty-two famous paintings on these walls, and twenty-one antiques are placed all around, each worth no less than ten million. The old master knows of your fondness for collecting antiques, so he has prepared these for you. Feel free to choose anything that catches your eye, and take it with you. You may even clean out this place if you wish, please feel free."

Hearing this, Chu Mo's mouth curved slightly. It seemed that his warning in the stock market had indeed caused the Zhao family heavy losses, and now they were demonstrating their weakness.

Chu Mo's gaze swept over the hall once more. He had already noticed that the room was far from ordinary, but he hadn't fully appreciated the value of its decorations.

Thirty-two paintings and twenty-one antiques, each worth at least ten million, meant that the value of the contents of this reception hall was probably well over six hundred and seventy million.

To offer all this to him, the Zhao family was indeed being quite generous.

Chu Mo suddenly found himself very interested in the old patriarch of the Zhao family. Although he wasn't too interested in the antique paintings that filled the room, he could already feel the sincerity of the offer.

He withdrew his gaze and stared silently at the goatee-bearded elder standing before him.

Naturally understanding Chu Mo's meaning, the elderly gentleman with white-flecked hair bowed again, and then he spoke:

"The second gift is something that Mr. Chu will certainly be interested in."

As the words fell, the elder clapped his hands lightly. A moment later, the sound of footsteps came from the reception hall's doorway.

Next, in front of him, three extraordinarily graceful and beautiful women walked towards him.