Trillionaire's Slice of Life

When a certain matter keeps circling in your mind, whether you are eating or sleeping, it preoccupies your thoughts, and if you don't act on it immediately, even your meals won't taste good.

Chu Mo was in such a state because his mind was full of thoughts about donating to his alma mater, which caused him to suffer from insomnia all night.

In the morning, with dark circles under his eyes, he had breakfast and decided he couldn't wait any longer.

Originally, he planned to wait a few more days for the Rothschild family to recruit a few more top scientists for him, and then he would visit his alma mater with these elites. Just thinking about several Nobel laureates showing up at Fudan University in Zhongdu excited Chu Mo.

However, even with Geng Pan, the Rothschild heir, putting in all his effort, it was unlikely to persuade many people in such a short time.

Chu Mo knew how difficult it was to serve top scientists—they were solemn, serious, stubborn, and nitpicky. Most importantly, these individuals were at the very top of their fields and had considerable net worth. They had little interest in money, and even an offer of a billion US dollars from Chu Mo in the early stages failed to recruit any of them.

Even with the Rothschild family intervening and utilizing their extensive and complicated network, persuading dozens of top scientists listed to relocate to Hua Country was definitely not an easy task.

This matter required patience. It might take ten days, half a month, or even a year and a half to happen.

However, Chu Mo, who was preoccupied with the thought of donating to his alma mater, was unwilling to wait.

He had already spent an entire sleepless night, and if he continued to wait, Chu Mo was sure he would suffer from insomnia tonight, and the next day, and the day after. So, for his health, it was better to resolve this matter sooner and put his mind at ease.

Once he made up his mind, things became simple—as long as you have money, giving it away is easy.

Unlike his previous donation to Fudan University, where he offered a hundred million for scholarships and everything was handled by his private lawyer Zhao Ziqi, with Chu Mo only responsible for transferring the money,

donating to his alma mater naturally required his personal presence.

He wanted to handle the donation to his alma mater himself and did not wish for others to intervene.

Chu Mo called his college mentor to inform him of his intent to donate, and his mentor, well-acquainted with Chu Mo, knew he was not someone to speak carelessly, so he helped Chu Mo set up a meeting with the personnel from the school's Office of Cooperation and Development.

The appointment was set for a week later at Chu Mo's Villa No. 1.

Once he took action, Chu Mo felt much more settled.

...

Time flew by quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was September 11th. That afternoon, as Chu Mo waited in his villa for the school representatives to discuss his donation, a graceful figure approached.

It was Liang Bing, the manager of Tianxiang Garden's ninety-fifth floor.

She stood by Chu Mo's side and reported in a voice as gentle as an orchid, Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"Mr. Chu, the renovation work of the Longevity Club headquarters on Honghe Road is almost complete and is expected to officially open in late September. Additionally, the Rothschild family has already recruited six top scientists for us, including four Nobel laureates. Four of these six scientists have agreed to fly to Hua Country on a private jet at any time..."

September 11th was just a week after the Rothschild heir left. In such a short time, they managed to recruit six top scientists for the Longevity Club, demonstrating remarkable efficiency.

To put things in perspective, over the past month, Cao Renyi from Xingyue Technology only managed to recruit two top scientists for Chu Mo, and neither of them was a Nobel laureate, highlighting the stark difference between Cao Renyi's and the Rothschild family's capabilities.

Today, bathed in the bright sunshine, Chu Mo was engrossed in a thick collection of essays while Liang Bing reported on the latest work progress at the ninety-fifth level of Tianxiang Garden.

Liang Bing, with a height of 1.78 meters, had the figure of a top model and a dreamlike beauty. She was responsible for managing the top scientists at the Longevity Club.

Previously lacking sufficient contacts, the recruitment of these scientists progressed slowly, but now, with the robust support of the Rothschild family, the results were impressive.

Of course, to get Geng Pan's assistance, Chu Mo had to offer a staggering two hundred billion US dollars.

Chu Mo, sitting quietly in the living room of Villa No. 1, gently flipped through the collection of short stories in his hand and suddenly raised an eyebrow, saying,

"How is your mother's arrangement coming along?"

At these words, the stunningly beautiful woman standing quietly beside him was slightly startled, but Liang Bing quickly regained her composure and respectfully replied,

"I haven't had the chance to thank you yet, Mr. Chu. Thanks to you, my mother has been transferred from Salt City to the central rehabilitation hospital in Zhongdu where the best doctors and the most professional medical team are taking care of her. Now I can fully devote myself to work."

Chu Mo glanced at the beautiful woman beside him, dressed in black suit and white blouse with court shoes, and nodded slightly while speaking calmly,

"After the Longevity Club is established, our research field will be human health. With the world's fifty top medical experts gathered, I believe that soon, the medical level of the entire humanity will significantly advance, and there will come a day when your mother will awaken."

"Mr. Chu, thank you for your concern, and I too believe that day will come."

Liang Bing, carrying a briefcase, bowed slightly. Her attire was formal business wear; she was graceful, pretty, and dignified, with smooth legs as polished as jade and long and well-proportioned.

Chu Mo shifted his gaze away from the woman opposite him; this 26-year-old woman had once competed with He Ruyu for the position of chief of the 95th floor and had left a very profound impression on him.

Because she had nothing to lose, she could even abandon her dignity, and forsake her self-respect. As long as Chu Mo was willing, he could take her down at any time.

But Chu Mo had never done so, partly because he hadn't found the right opportunity, and partly because he wanted her to focus all her energy on the Longevity Club, rather than be distracted by various trifling matters.

"You should communicate more with Yang Xuan and Zhang Dongdong about the club's affairs. The three of you will jointly manage the Longevity Club. Yang Xuan is responsible for the overall coordination, you will manage those top scientists and entertain those top tycoons, and Zhang Dongdong will handle organizational setup and external coordination.

Each of you has your own duties, yet you're closely connected," he said.

"Mr. Chu, rest assured, I have a sense of measure in my work," she replied respectfully.

The woman with the painterly beauty nodded respectfully.

After discussing work matters, Chu Mo put away the book in his hand, lifted his wrist to check the time, and then muttered to himself:

"Looking at the time, the guest should have arrived."

"Is Mr. Chu waiting for someone? Will my presence here disturb you?" Liang Bing softly asked, as Chu Mo casually waved his hand and said:

"It's fine. I've scheduled a meeting with people from the Normal University in Zhongdu to talk about a donation. Normal University is my alma mater, and it's been three years since I graduated. I'm planning to visit the school in the next few days, and incidentally, to make some money for the school."

As he finished speaking, the figure of the butler Danny appeared before him.

"Mr. Chu, the representatives from Normal University have arrived."

Chu Mo nodded slightly and then stood up from the sofa before instructing:

"Please, let them in."

Moments later, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a young woman dressed in a light blue casual outfit walked into the hall together.

After stepping into the hall, the middle-aged man quickly scanned the entire hall with his eyes, and upon noticing the dreamy Liang Bing, even with his decades of cultivation, he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

However, as a respected university teacher, it was only for a moment that he gathered his thoughts and took the initiative to step forward, warmly introducing himself:

"This must be Chu Mo, our distinguished alumnus from our school. Let me introduce myself. I am from the Cooperative Development Division of Normal University. My last name is Liu, and this is Teacher Wu from the Youth League Committee."

Chu Mo took a step forward to greet the sunset-cast teacher, not showing any arrogance but instead spoke earnestly:

"Teacher Liu, there's no need to be so polite. You can call me Chu Mo or Little Chu."

Chu Mo exchanged pleasantries with the middle-aged man for a moment, then turned his attention to the young woman, who looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and nodded:

"Teacher Wu, hello. Please take a seat, both of you."

The butler Danny instructed the maids to serve tea and water, and including two foreign maids, a total of ten maids were in attendance, leaving even the dreamy Liang Bing to stand aside. Such a reception put a lot of pressure on the two guests.

The middle-aged man with thinning hair was somewhat better off; being well-experienced, he was relatively composed, but the young woman in light blue casual wear seemed rather fidgety.

"Chu Mo, the school is really happy to have distinguished talents like you visit often. It's precisely because we have outstanding alumni like you setting an example that those students can be inspired to strive for excellence," the middle-aged man said seriously after sipping the tea handed to him by a maid.

Chu Mo smiled and nodded, getting straight to the point.

"It's truly out of concern for my alma mater that I want to visit. I'm planning to donate a billion US dollars to the school, and I ask for both Teacher Liu and Teacher Wu to take trouble over this matter."

As his words fell, the middle-aged man across from him shuddered, his hand shaking so much that he spilled the tea on himself.

However, he paid no attention to the spill and instead widened his eyes, his voice trembling as he asked:

"Mr. Chu...how much did you say you plan to donate?"

"A billion."

Chu Mo repeated with a smile, but he hadn't expected the balding middle-aged man to suddenly stand up, his eyes wide open and his mouth gaping, yet unable to utter a single word.

At that moment, the young woman teacher across the table, who had her cheeks previously flushed, was the first to regain her composure. She nodded slightly and said in a voice as gentle as an orchid:

"Mr. Chu is very generous, and Normal University is always ready to welcome you home."