Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chu Mo looked at Yang Tianxia beside him, although he had already held his opponent in high regard, it was not until now that Chu Mo realized he had underestimated this top tycoon controlling trillions in assets.

The aura emanating from Yang Tianxia was one of overwhelming power, the kind of terrifying presence that commanded submission—not simply the distinction of those who had always been in power but the formidable strength that could force one to yield.

Although Chu Mo was not versed in martial arts, judging solely by the aura, even Jiang Tao, with his tiger-like vigor, fell short of Yang Tianxia by a margin. It's worth noting that Jiang Tao, the detective agency's president, was indeed a genuine mid-level half-step Grandmaster.

In Chu Mo's mind, only the half-step Grandmaster at his peak, Fan Gao, could compare with Yang Tianxia at present.

Thus, at this moment, Yang Tianxia was at least at the peak of a half-step Grandmaster, just one step away from being a true Great Grandmaster.

A peak-level half-step Grandmaster was akin to a deity in the eyes of ordinary people, and the commanding presence that Yang Tianxia radiated turned the entire hall chillingly cold.

The dozen or so covert bodyguards lurking around had already rushed over at breakneck speed, among whom the strongest was also a middle-aged man with the strength of a half-step Grandmaster.

Under the crushing pressure of Yang Tianxia's terrifying aura, the petite and thin stagehand, who had been approaching step by step with a bitter expression, was now standing frozen in place with a blank face, not daring to move a fraction closer.

Across from the film crew, the middle-aged director who was previously haughty, upon seeing the dozen or so men in black subtly surrounding his group, finally felt a tinge of bitterness in his heart. It was only now, as his anger cleared, that the middle-aged man came to his senses, and it was also at this moment that he realized he had offended someone he should not have.

As the director of the entire film crew, the middle-aged fat man no longer cared for face at this point. His gaze swept over Yang Tianxia and, upon seeing those cold, sharp eyes that even carried a hint of murderous intent, the middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and he promptly gave a shiver, not daring to meet Yang Tianxia's gaze and quickly looked away.

At this point, everyone in the film crew was exceedingly cautious, and even the oblivious knew they had provoked an untouchable entity.

Even two pretty girls playing extras, now dared not breathe too loudly. The girls huddled together, holding hands, and their large eyes occasionally glanced towards the high and mighty director before stealthily sizing up the terrifyingly intimidating man across.

The middle-aged director eventually turned his gaze to Zhao Yongle, the big star by his side.

He remembered that they had been allowed access to the second floor earlier precisely because of Zhao Yongle, and Zhao Yongle had even gone up to greet the two men, and their conversation seemed rather amiable.

Almost seeing the big star as his last lifeline, the middle-aged man whispered, "Xiao Le, it seems we can only count on you this time. Those two people seem to be wary of the Jiuzhou Entertainment Company behind you. If things really get out of hand, please call your company chairman, Young Master Liu. As the heir of the Liu family, who wouldn't give Young Master Liu some face in Capital City? With Young Master Liu intervening, everything can be smoothed over."

As the middle-aged director finished speaking, the handsome young man named Zhao Yongle appeared hesitant. He alone knew how fearsome the two men opposite were. His own big boss, the Liu family's heir, Liu Wei, didn't seem to stack up against these people; only the Family Head of the Capital City Liu family, Liu Ping, might be able to sit on equal terms with the two men.

However, given Zhao Yongle's status within the company—merely a second-tier star—he normally couldn't even meet the chairman, Young Master Liu, much less the Family Head.

Zhao Yongle's face was a mask of dilemma, but at this moment, seeing the middle-aged man opposite becoming increasingly grim and the atmosphere growing more terrifying, the middle-aged director with pleading eyes said urgently: "Yongle, I'm begging you this time; if you don't help me, I might truly fall this time and never get back up. Besides, filming here was your idea to begin with—if it weren't for the strong demand from your company, we wouldn't have come here to shoot.

I don't want to put you on the spot, as you can see, today's situation is not something you and I can resolve. Without your boss stepping in, none of us can get past this hurdle today.

Rest assured Yongle, once we get through this, I will help you connect with several major TV stations. I have connections in Capital City after operating here for so many years, and I will make sure you become an instant hit."

Under the director's earnest pleading and enticement, Zhao Yongle finally clenched his teeth and took out his mobile phone. He did so not really believing in the other's promise, but knowing that if today's matter was not resolved in time, it was not just the other party who would be unlucky—he might as well forget about being in the industry in the future.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yongle picked up his phone; after some searching, he finally found that number, unfamiliar yet familiar.

He did not have the chairman's number; it was acquired from his manager. He had intended to use it once he became an A-list celebrity, to foster a good relationship with the chairman and request more resources. Little did he expect that his first call to the chairman would be for such a reason.