Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chu Mo's words fell, and another young man took the initiative to come forward, who appeared to be around thirty years old and carried a steady presence.

"Mr. Chu, my sister Siyue troubled you a while ago, and these past few days I've been constantly hearing from Siyue about how exceptionally handsome and capable Mr. Chu is, and how impressed she is. It's quite rare for that girl to admire a peer so much."

Upon hearing this, an image of the qipao-wearing woman Lu Siyue flashed across Chu Mo's mind. Without questioning, this man must be the Lu family's heir, Lu Yi.

Chu Mo had fought alongside Lu Siyue and that group of second-generation rich kids at Houhai Bar, and his memory of the earringed young man Zhou Gang was still fresh, coupled with a good rapport with Grandpa Lu, so he also had a favorable impression of this Lu family heir.

The other party reached out his hand, and Chu Mo's face showed a hint of a smile for the first time.

"That calligraphy and painting are still with Siyue, I've been busy with various things these days, and had forgotten to send someone to fetch it."

"Hahaha, Mr. Chu, the forgetfulness of the noble, how about this, tomorrow I will have Siyue personally deliver the painting to your residence at Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One."

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Chu Mo already had a hunch in his heart.

Seeing that the atmosphere had warmed up slightly, the Lu family inheritor Lu Yi waved to another young man behind him, while proactively introducing:

"This is Lin Feng from the Lin family."

The young man named Lin Feng was about twenty-four or five and was the youngest among the so-called Fab Four of Modu.

After a round of greetings, the big young master of the Lu family reached out his hand again, and said seriously:

"Finally, I must formally introduce our Miss Nangong Xian'er from Modu, a renowned name. Mr. Chu, don't think that Sister Xian'er is just like us, merely heirs of the second or third generation who only know how to indulge in pleasure.

Sister Xian'er is a genuine self-made woman, the renowned Ju Peng Trading Company in Modu is indeed her creation."

The woman called Nangong Xian'er also stepped forward, dressed in a dignified black dress with her black hair coiled elegantly atop her head. Approaching thirty, the mature woman exuded a seductive charm and extended her hand with a light smile:

"Mr. Chu, your reputation always precedes you, and to meet you today is indeed a wish fulfilled."

After the initial pleasantries, including Wu Yaoming, the Modu Fab Four took their seats at the neighboring booth, but the woman named Nangong Xian'er instead took the initiative to sit in the only remaining booth on Chu Mo's side.

"Mr. Zhang, we have all four of Modu's Fab Four here; when will Capital City's Fab Four, led by you, come out and show themselves?"

The woman named Nangong Xian'er, after sitting down, turned her gaze to Zhang Dongdong beside her. She appeared relaxed and unrestrained, sparking the atmosphere with her words as a clear social butterfly.

The son of the richest man across from them waved his hand with a smile.

Just as Modu had its Fab Four, Capital City also had its Fab Four led by Zhang Dongdong. Dongdong didn't care much for these labels. He waved his hand casually and said with a smile:
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"These are merely jokes that can't be stated in formal gatherings. In contrast, Miss Xian'er's self-made journey, creating the Ju Peng Trading Company worth over twenty billion in market value in just a few years, is truly admirable."

The woman named Xian'er raised an eyebrow with a light laugh, her whole being exuding a charming allure.

Suddenly, she took a stack of documents out of the bag she was carrying, pushed them gently toward Chu Mo sitting next to her, and then the woman, whose every movement was filled with charm, smiled and said:

"Mr. Chu, this is the purchase contract for an S-76 helicopter. Just sign your name here, and this multipurpose medium-sized commercial helicopter will be yours."

He glanced at the contract in front of him, where the price of 13 million US dollars was conspicuously eye-catching.

He silently calculated that the helicopter's cost was about ninety million RMB.

"Mr. Chu, I know you own several luxury cars, and being the main agent for Ferrari in the Greater China Region, cars are something you're not short of. But what your villa lacks is a private helicopter. With the Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One's tens of thousands of square meters, it could effortlessly accommodate this helicopter."

The woman named Nangong Xian'er paused lightly in her speech, her eyes taking in Chu Mo a few times and seeing that he was not displeased, her lips curved up slightly and she continued:

"Mr. Chu might not be very familiar with this helicopter, let me introduce it to you. The helicopter's two turboshaft engines are the main power source, propelling the four rotor blades of the main rotor and the tail rotor."

"Additionally, the S-76's landing gear is retractable. I have already arranged two pilots for your helicopter. Of course, if Mr. Chu does not feel reassured, you can hire or train pilots yourself."

"The helicopter can carry twelve passengers, with a body length of 16.0 meters, a main rotor diameter of 13.41 meters, and a height of 4.41 meters. It has a maximum speed of 287 km/h and a range of 639 kilometers."

"In the future, if Mr. Chu encounters any urgent matters where transportation is inconvenient, you can use this helicopter to reach any location in Modu."

Chu Mo withdrew his gaze from the woman in front of him, but the corner of his eye saw that the Modu Fab Four opposite were all sitting quietly, their eyes fixed here.

It seemed that the eldest young master of the Wu family, Wu Yaoming, had thoroughly backed down.

He had brought the Modu Fab Four just to establish a closer relationship with him, and the woman in front of him, Nangong Xian'er, was his mediator.

Starting with a private helicopter worth nearly a hundred million was a move of remarkable generosity.