Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chu Mo and Yang Tianxia shook hands and said goodbye at the entrance of the café, watching the other get into a stretch Lincoln under the protection of a dozen black-clad bodyguards. Shortly afterward, a few luxury cars slowly disappeared from view. Chu Mo, breathing lightly, adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wasn't in a hurry to leave; instead, he suddenly turned to look at the handsome young man not far behind him.

The second-tier singer named Zhao Yongle was standing behind him with a nervous expression, his handsome face full of anxiety.

Chu Mo slightly curled the corners of his mouth and then waved at the young man. When he came over, Chu Mo said lightly,

"You're Zhao Yongle, right? Get ready. In a few days, someone will look for you to collaborate. You'd best make a trip to the Magic City. Don't worry, I'll speak to your boss."

The handsome young man in front of him immediately bent over respectfully, his face full of gratitude as he said,

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity... Uh, I still don't know how to address you?"

Just then, the roaring sound of supercar engines suddenly filled the air, the deafening noise nearly waking the entire street. Countless pedestrians turned their gazes toward the distant road.

Chu Mo gave the handsome young man one last look, his voice casual as he said,

"My last name is Chu."

Before Chu Mo's gaze even shifted away, Zhao Yongle quickly bowed his head and called out,

"Brother Chu!"

Chu Mo just glanced at him faintly, not saying much more.

And just at that moment, the rumbling in the distance grew louder, and shortly after, a procession of top-tier supercars slowly stopped in front of the café. As the leading silver car door opened, Liu Wei emerged, clad in an exaggerated denim outfit.

"Is that old man gone?"

Liu Wei, with a somewhat solemn expression, strode towards Chu Mo. Seeing his cautious demeanor, Chu Mo slightly curved his mouth into a smile, replying cheerfully,

"He's gone!"

Having received affirmative answer, Liu Wei instantly regained his unruly demeanor and walked briskly up to Chu Mo, giving him a big hug. His voice was sincere as he said,

"Chu Shao, I truly thank you this time."

Chu Mo gently patted Liu Wei's back and looked toward the road where a dozen uniquely styled supercars nearly blocked half the street. The vehicles behind were almost completely stuck, but when faced with this group of lawless second-generation rich, everyone chose to remain silent.

As more car doors opened, one after another, men and women either heavily made up or flamboyantly dressed appeared one by one.

Chu Mo's gaze didn't linger on these unfamiliar faces, instead, he surveyed the luxury cars in front of him.

The leading silver car, Liu Wei's own vehicle, was worth at least fifty million and considered a truly top-tier supercar.

However, among the supercars present, Ferrari and Pagani were equally dazzling. One Bugatti Veyron struck Chu Mo with a sense of familiarity—he had once owned one, parked right in his own garage, although he had since given it away to his spokesperson.

Chu Mo's eyes finally rested on a Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, its price not lesser than Liu Wei's silver car. Most importantly, stepping out of the car was a stunningly beautiful woman in a leather skirt, who looked curiously at him.

Although Liu Wei hadn't made any introductions, just from the cars these young masters drove, one could tell that these individuals' status wasn't much lower than Liu Wei's; in fact, some were on par with him.

The Liu family's assets amounted to 370 billion, ranking among the top three in Capital City. Only the Yang and Luo families could overshadow the Lius, and among these affluent youths, quite a few likely came from beyond Capital City.

Chu Mo wasn't interested in these showy second-generation wealthy individuals. He lightly patted Liu Wei's shoulder, then with a smile, he said,

"Liu Shao seems to have some event tonight."

The tall Liu Wei gave an awkward smile. In his eyes, although Chu Mo was about the same age, Chu Mo mingled with people like Yang Tianxia, who even Liu Wei feared, and they discussed the most confidential matters. Liu Wei, a few years older than Chu Mo, could only spend his days mixing with a bunch of rich second-generations.

For ordinary people, having over a dozen top-tier luxury cars racing together was something to envy, and even for some average second-generations, they lacked the qualifications to join. These rich second-generation heirs prided themselves on participating in these races.

But in the eyes of real big shots like Chu Mo and Yang Tianxia, these people were nothing but irresponsible, playing house like children, not worthy of attention.

It was this thought that made Liu Wei feel awkward in front of Chu Mo.

"Liu Shao, those bastards from the Northwest are still waiting for us in West City. If we don't show, they'll think we're afraid of them. We have plenty of time for reunions, the race is more pressing."

In front of the Lamborghini, the gorgeous woman in leather wore a hint of impatience in her eyes.

Her status was comparable to Liu Wei's, with her family owning assets worth hundreds of billions. Although she was not the direct heir, she didn't need to be overly cautious around Liu Wei.

Chu Mo's gaze swept over the group of second and third-generation rich, and while examining closely, he noticed that most were unruly youths in their twenties, with few over thirty years old; even twenty-eight or twenty-nine-year-olds like Liu Wei were rare.