Trillionaire's Slice of Life

In the past, I always thought the Longevity Club wouldn't last long, so I never cared about those tasks and naturally didn't complete any of them. Now, I'm just a low-ranking D-level member, and can only helplessly watch as Edward, Ross, and those old fellows one by one receive the Number Two Longevity Pill.

Edward originally suffered from severe heart disease, and he was supposed to have limited days left. However, some time ago, I saw him at the International Extraordinary Climate Conference, and this old guy was practically jumping for joy. Even more miraculous, the gray hair on his head now seems to be turning black, and his heart condition has already been stabilized. Based on his current condition, living another ten or eight years shouldn't be a problem.

Edward should have passed before me, given his age is older than mine and his health worse. But it's all because he took the Number Two Longevity Pill...!"

The gray-haired Peterman suddenly fixed his gaze on Bensid and slowly spoke:

"Do you think, if I go now to beg that Mr. Chu, he might show mercy and give me a Number Two Longevity Pill out of pity for these old bones of mine?"

Bensid's expression turned grave; he understood the extraordinary status of the elder before him.

This man was on par with Edward and the Rothschild family, a top-tier elite with a net worth in the trillions. In the entire world, his rank could easily stand within the top five. Even all of Dubai would be powerless to provoke someone of his stature.

Naturally, when faced with this level of elite, Edward had to carefully respond, fearing that one wrong word could displease him.

He swallowed lightly, then replied earnestly:

"Mr. Chu is generous by nature; if it were an ordinary matter, he would surely agree. However, the Number Two Longevity Pill is highly significant…"

Just as Bensid tread cautiously, Peterman suddenly interjected:

"Your Highness, Prince, I know your father has had one Number Two Longevity Pill in his possession, and as for the one in your hands, you don't need it urgently for now. How about this: I'm willing to offer ten billion US dollars to purchase the pill from you. Your Highness, Prince, you are kind-hearted; I trust you won't refuse the request of an old man like me."

The elderly man's face was kindly and benevolent at the moment, yet his originally cloudy eyes suddenly revealed a piercing brilliance.

At that moment, Bensid's mind began to race; he knew that with his status alone, he would never have been able to attract the attention of someone like this elder. This man held the highest status in the room, and his circle consisted of people like Edward, or his own father, the King of Dubai.

Although Bensid was the Crown Prince of Dubai, in front of the elder, he was far from comparable in either status or standing.

The reason the elder sought him out directly was equally clear—it was precisely for the Number Two Longevity Pill in his possession.

Bensid gripped the wooden box tightly in his hands. Inside the box was the pill.

"Mr. Peterman… You know the Number Two Longevity Pill is of extraordinary value, and I alone cannot decide such matters. I'll need to consult my father…!"

"Is the price too low? Then how about this: I'll offer twenty billion US dollars. This price, Your Highness, should be acceptable now, right?"

The elder in front of him seemed determined to obtain the pill, leaving Bensid no room for excuses or rejection, pressuring him step by step.

To be honest, the initial offer of ten billion US dollars was indeed too low.

Although the Number Two Longevity Pill hadn't been formally sold yet, its value certainly couldn't be below a hundred billion. Ten billion US dollars, which was only sixty or seventy billion in conversion, was far off the mark.

However, this time, the offer was directly doubled to twenty billion US dollars, surpassing one hundred twenty billion now.

This amount, while still not extraordinarily high, was at least a reasonably acceptable figure, and inwardly, Bensid could accept it.

This time, Bensid did not immediately refuse; his mind began to weigh the possibilities.

Should he hold onto this pill, which for now was of no use to him, or exchange it for one hundred twenty billion in immense wealth?

Bensid, as the Crown Prince of Dubai, had access to the best of everything. Even the golden sports cars in his garage were worth a staggering twenty billion.

It could be said that Bensid was not short on money; one hundred twenty billion wouldn't make him overly eager.

Just as Bensid hesitated in this internal struggle, the elder before him gradually shed his benevolent facade, his demeanor becoming utterly calm as he said:

"Your Highness, Prince, I have a very friendly relationship with your country. The Prince wouldn't desire this matter to sour the cooperation between us, would you?... One hundred fifty billion, this is my bottom line. I trust Your Highness will give me a satisfactory answer."

The gray-haired elder issued his final ultimatum.

One hundred fifty billion—if Bensid still refused, what awaited him next would undoubtedly be the relentless retaliation from the elder.

As a top-tier elite with a net worth of trillions, this man possessed the ability to sway regions or even influence global dynamics. Should he truly wish harm upon the lands Bensid ruled, he undeniably had the power to achieve it.

Bensid was now thinking quickly, and just as the elder's pressure intensified to its peak, a hearty chuckle suddenly echoed out:

"Mr. Peterman, who would have expected us to meet here again, hahahaha."

With this boisterous laughter came instant relief for the tense Bensid, who quickly turned to see his father approaching.

At this moment, the King gestured to Bensid, who immediately understood and graciously retreated from the scene.

The elder with gray hair attempted to say something further, but the middle-aged man intercepted him with a broad smile, leaving the elder with only an expression of helplessness.

Bensid withdrew from the corner area, intending to find a quiet place. However, he spotted two other youthful figures approaching him.

When Bensid recognized these two figures, his heart tightened slightly. Just when he assumed another elite had come to find him, he realized they were two young men.

He momentarily paused, then identified them as the eldest sons of the Yang family and the Long family, two of the Eight Great Families of Hua Country.

The two were Yang Shulin, the third young master of the Yang family, and Long Huanyu, the eldest young master of the Long family.

The two shared a similar age with Bensid, and in the entire banquet hall, they were undoubtedly the youngest present.

Bensid paid attention to these two not because of their age, but because, like him, they both carried small wooden boxes. Inside the boxes, of course, were the Number Two Longevity Pills.

Although Yang Shulin and Long Huanyu were young, they were S-level members of the Longevity Club. When Hua Country's Eight Great Families clashed with Chu Mo in the past, it was these two families that sought reconciliation, leading to a truce.

Yang Shulin and Long Huanyu had used that opportunity to become senior members of the club.

The distribution of the Number Two Longevity Pills was similarly based on membership rank. Despite being young and of relatively low status, their S-level membership placed them among the top ten members, granting them access to the pills.

Like Bensid, as royalty, Bensid was besieged by countless elite figures trying to acquire the pill in his possession, and the same went for these two young men. Since the moment they obtained the Number Two Longevity Pills, they had been surrounded by wealthy bidders.

Now, the two had finally managed to extricate themselves from the crowd, and since they shared similar circumstances, they gathered together with Bensid.

After exchanging helpless smiles, the three simultaneously felt a sense of camaraderie in their mutual plight.

In that moment, Bensid suddenly spoke:

"It seems only Mr. Chu can protect the pills in our hands. Is anyone willing to join me in seeking Mr. Chu?"

As soon as his words fell, the other two promptly nodded.