Trillionaire's Slice of Life

It's a pity that after the old man, Zhou Shixing, passed away, the two brothers plunged into a power struggle, significantly reducing the Zhou family's influence. The man before me, Zhou Weijun, had always been on the losing side of the family feud, until he persuaded his father-in-law's family, the Nangong family from Suzhou, to make a move.

Only then did he go from defense to offense and suddenly gain the upper hand.

However, precisely because of this, the current head, Zhou Weimin, sought the support of the eight major families, attempting to use their power to trip up his brother.

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"My reputation... I'm afraid no one in the Magic City would recognize me!" Zhou Weijun, with a greasy face, shook his head gently. Although his words were self-deprecating, his smile was unexpectedly bright. However, Chu Mo could hear an underlying indifference in his laughter.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man continued, "Mr. Chu, your visit this time can't be just for a simple tea break, can it!"

Chu Mo didn't want to beat around the bush, nor was he in the mood for mutual probing and bargaining. To tell the truth, from the moment he entered, Zhou Weijun hadn't even served tea, which already lowered Chu Mo's opinion of him.

Once that score dropped to a certain level, this man would completely lose the qualification to sit before him, and their relationship would shift from cooperation to outright exploitation.

The man opposite him didn't realize that his performance was actually linked to his future destiny. Perhaps he just didn't want Chu Mo to get involved in the Zhou family's turmoil, which is why he hadn't shown any good temper throughout the encounter,

Gently adjusting his gold glasses on the bridge of his nose, Chu Mo spoke directly:

"I've heard some news. Your brother, Zhou Weimin, has already secretly collaborated with the eight major families. Unless something unexpected happens, with the support of the eight major families, Zhou Weimin will quickly shift from being at a disadvantage to having the upper hand. I believe Mr. Zhou wouldn't want to witness such a scenario!"

As Chu Mo's calm words fell, the man opposite twitched his face slightly. The partnership between the Zhou family and the eight major families was notified to Chu Mo by Lin Youzhi, and no one else was aware of it. Clearly, the cooperation between Zhou Weimin and the eight major families was kept quite secret, not to be easily detected, so even Zhou Weijun had no clue about it.

As Chu Mo finished speaking, the greasy man opposite twitched his eyelids a few times. He had wanted to ask whether it was true, but seeing Chu Mo's composed expression, he held back his questions.

Mr. Chu from the Magic City, with an unknown net worth, commanded assets worth over a trillion RMB through just a few spokespersons by his side. His influence was no longer limited to the small Magic City; he had significant investments even in Dubai and Saudi Arabia. Rumor had it that Mr. Chu was the heir of a secretive and powerful family, a true mover and shaker.

Zhou Weijun knew that someone like Mr. Chu wouldn't possibly use such information to deceive him. First, there was no necessity; second, although Mr. Chu from the Magic City was ruthless in his methods, he still had a reputation for credibility.

Zhou Weijun, whose eyelids kept twitching, pondered for a moment before immediately instructing Tao Yingying beside him:

"Yingying, how could you be so thoughtless? Mr. Chu is here, and you still haven't served tea!"

Tao Yingying, with a beauty rating of ninety-seven, whom Zhou Weijun had been grooming like a precious bird, immediately approached with a smile. With an enchanting posture, she gracefully poured tea for Chu Mo, her tone coquettish as she said:

"Yingying has been negligent in her service. I hope Mr. Chu will forgive me."

Chu Mo smiled without saying a word, merely glancing at Zhou Weijun across from him, secretly giving the man another point of regard.

Upon learning of Zhou Weimin's collaboration with the eight major families, the man did not hesitate but immediately changed his attitude towards Chu Mo. The entire process didn't involve a hint of hesitation, and this decisiveness was indeed noteworthy.

"Mr. Chu, are you here to join forces with me to fight against the eight major families? I've heard that recently, your conflict over jewelry with the Lin family has escalated to an intense stage. The Lin family has started cutting costs and has even secretly disposed of many peripheral assets. It seems that even with their vast wealth, they are no match for you!"

"The minor Lin family from the Magic City, I've never taken them seriously. My goal is the eight major families. I'm sure you, as the boss, wouldn't want to be suppressed by them for the rest of your life either."

Chu Mo spoke the truth, the Lin family of the Magic Capital, although being the number one family there with assets exceeding 300 billion RMB, had no longer the support it once had and had actively sought peace, revealing the confidence Chu Mo had in his own arrangements in the Magic Capital.

Of course, to outsiders, Chu Mo and the Lin family still seemed locked in an endless struggle, but in reality, the two families had already reached a cooperation. It was just that Chu Mo did not want others to know about this partnership, so he did not say much.

Chu Mo gently lifted the tea in front of him, worth five to six million RMB for top-grade leaves. Although it couldn't compare to the rich fragrance of Spirit Rhyme Tea, the taste nonetheless lingered in the mouth. He calmly said,

"Zhou, you enjoy tea, don't you? I have some Spirit Rhyme Tea, I'll bring you some to taste next time."

At those words, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly. Given his status, he naturally had heard of the top-grade Spirit Rhyme Tea priced at over one hundred million RMB per pound. However, even someone of his stature couldn't possibly get his hands on such tea.

Chu Mo had just mentioned it in passing; in fact, he only had a couple of Spirit Rhyme Teas left at home, not even enough for entertaining guests, let alone sharing with others. The reason for his mention was to give the other party a nudge.

When he had entered, the other party hadn't even offered him a cup of tea.

"Mr. Chu has quite the means. Spirit Rhyme Tea is the pinnacle of Hua Country's teas, impossible to exchange even for gold or diamonds. Only someone with connections like you, Mr. Chu, could acquire such tea," the greasy-faced middle-aged man paused, then turned to Tao Yingying beside him and said,

"Yingying, this is the Spirit Rhyme Tea I mentioned to you before, the king of teas, priced at 120 million RMB per pound. Compared to Spirit Rhyme Tea, the top-quality Da Hong Pao we are drinking might as well be street stall goods."

The middle-aged man was clearly trying to curry favor with Chu Mo. The stunningly beautiful woman known as Tao Yingying, with her world-shaking beauty, expressed surprise,

"Mr. Chu certainly has an extensive network."

Chu Mo had already noticed the change in Zhou Weijun's attitude. Although the man appeared unkempt, he was also sufficiently shrewd, more inclined to patience and concealment than Fan Zhijian, the Family Head of the Fan family.

Of course, as for his true capabilities, Chu Mo couldn't yet draw a conclusion. If this person was only good at flattery or merely a puppet of the Nangong family from Suzhou, then placing trust in him would be foolish.

Breathing softly, Chu Mo suddenly said,

"I've received some information. The eight major families plan to personally court the major shareholders of Tianhua Entertainment. With the backing of the eight major families, those factions originally loyal to you might quickly turn their backs, and you could be kicked out of the board of directors. There's a shareholders' meeting at Tianhua Entertainment in a week.

I have given you this information now, so if you can survive the upcoming meeting without being ousted, I'll intervene to help you...!"

Having delivered his message, Chu Mo rose to his feet. Now it was Zhou Weijun's time to be tested. If, even with advance warning, he still couldn't protect himself, then Chu Mo had no use for him. He could simply use him as a puppet in the future.

As Chu Mo moved towards the door of the private room, the previously somber-faced middle-aged man suddenly asked,

"Mr. Chu, as you said, with the support of the eight major families, the shareholders are likely to side with them. Even with your advance warning, my chances are slim. If I am ousted from the board, what are your plans, Mr. Chu?"

Hearing this, Chu Mo paused mid-step, a cold smile flickering on his lips, and said indifferently,

"I've already told you the news, what to do with it is up to you. The only thing I ask of you is to do everything in your power to stay on the board. If you succeed, then we can discuss the potential for further collaboration. As for failure...

Well, Zhou, you should know what consequences await!"