Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Make this little guy pay?

It's 450 million dollars, not just pocket change of 40,000 or 50,000.

Although Liu Ming comes from the third generation of a rich family and they indeed have some foundation, having 100,000 in his pocket was already a sign of his capability. To expect him to repay hundreds of millions... with what?

As for seeking compensation from his father...

Lu Meiqiang dismissed that thought in an instant.

If he was an ordinary person, or just an ordinary rich man, it would be natural to expect compensation from the family of the one who damaged his property.

But he is addressed with respect as 'Lu Lao' throughout the entire city. To quarrel with a kid of the grandson's generation, he couldn't afford to lose that face if word got out.

Moreover, it was he who accidentally spilled the alcohol on the painting. Although it was directly related to this kid, it wasn't the kid himself who poured it on. The difference here was too great.

450 million is not a small amount. If things were to blow up, Liu's family might not accept responsibility, creating a citywide scandal. If he were to then be blamed for oppressing the younger generation, he would no longer be regarded as 'Lu Lao'.

Uncertain of what to do, he fell into a silent contemplation. The whole hall watched his face, waiting. Without his lead, no one in the room dared to speak.

Of course, to say that everyone was in a state of vague anxiety would be inaccurate — at least Chu Mo was utterly unfazed.

First of all, this matter had little to do with him. It was the rich second-generation kid across from him who kicked in the door, and Lu Lao himself who spilled the alcohol. This had nothing to do with him, and they couldn't pin it on him no matter how much they tried.

Secondly, a painting worth hundreds of millions was, in Chu Mo's eyes, simply not worth fussing over. To him, it was just a matter of transferring some funds. The money from the Infinite Bank Card could never run out. Last time, he transferred a hundred billion directly to his Centurion Black Gold Card from the Infinite Card and had since felt thoroughly indifferent about money.

So, with such confidence, Chu Mo was in fact the most at ease in the entire room.

Even more relaxed than Lin Hongqiang across from him, who was careful with every move.

Chu Mo's gaze leisurely swept over everyone in the room, observing their expressions and emotions, and suddenly found it all quite amusing.

However, when his gaze settled on a girl opposite him named Zhao Lili, he fell silent for a moment.

This girl was the same one he had encountered at an auction at the beginning of the previous month. She had been sitting right in front of him and was the one who informed him of the Wu family's young master's identity, as well as the sworn enmity between the Jiang and Wu families.

That was the reason why, in the end, Chu Mo would rather lose three billion than sell the auctioned land to anyone other than the Jiang family elder.

It could be said that if it hadn't been for this ponytailed girl, he wouldn't have figured out why he was targeted by the Wu family's young master at the auction, nor would he have been able to pinpoint the Wu family's vulnerability and sell the land to their arch-nemesis.

His successful handling of the situation at the auction was directly related to the information provided by the girl in front of him.

Otherwise, even if he had found out the reasons afterwards, it wouldn't have been possible to deal with the Wu family's matter as timely as he did that night.

So, for Chu Mo, although it was just a piece of information from the girl, it was an extremely important piece of intelligence.

After the auction ended that night, Chu Mo actually wanted to give the eighty million blue diamond he had bought as a token of his thanks to the girl. Unfortunately, he couldn't find her afterwards, so the diamond ended up stored in a safe at his villa.

He hadn't expected that a month later, he would meet her again in such a way.

When he first saw her, Chu Mo even thought to himself, the world is indeed small.

The ponytailed girl hadn't kicked in the door of the private room, so one couldn't say the current situation had anything to do with her. However, she didn't stand aloof either; standing gently by the side of the trouble-making rich second-generation, she bit her lip, looking like she had something to say but hesitated.

Last time at the auction, Chu Mo sat in the last row, and she sat in the second-to-last, which indicated her family was well-off, but not of the top-tier elite. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been seated so far back.

With a painting worth 450 million, even if she wanted to stand up for her friend, she simply lacked the power. In addition, with Lu Lao's inscrutable expression, she dared not speak out.

Just summoning the courage to discuss it with the lady in the cheongsam was already the peak of her bravery.

Initially, the matter in front of Chu Mo could be said to have nothing to do with him. However, now that he previously owed the ponytailed girl a favor, it was time to repay it and settle his own desire to do so.

Chu Mo, holding a glass of wine in his hand, looked towards the ponytailed girl and spoke in an indifferent voice:

"Miss, I wonder if you still remember me."

Chu Mo's voice broke the calm in the room, and in an instant, everyone's gaze was drawn to him.

The curiosity and inexplicable emotions were evident in the eyes of the second and third generation rich kids who had barged in, even Lu Siyue in the cheongsam looked at him in astonishment.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Clearly, they didn't understand why this young man had chosen this moment to reminisce.

The ponytailed girl in the strappy sundress fixed Chu Mo with a complex look.

Zhao Lili naturally wouldn't forget the man whose name had become notorious among Shanghai's second and third rich generation circles, known as the ultimate prodigal son. Even now, she vividly remembered the scene where he nonchalantly bid 23 billion.