Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Miss Ding, in a moment you may choose either of us two, and whoever you choose, a single kiss will suffice. Of course, as a reward, you can take either the bracelet or the car keys on the table,"

A kiss for a car worth forty million, or for a bracelet of equivalent value—such a deal would tempt ninety-nine percent of girls, I believe.

After all, she doesn't lose anything, but the reward she gains is immensely huge.

However, this time, Chu Mo didn't give Ding Qian the chance to hesitate; he reached out and took back the car keys from the table and raised an eyebrow, saying,

"No need to choose, the car keys are yours. Tomorrow I'll have someone drive the Bugatti to the company's entrance; that car belongs to you."

As he finished speaking, Chu Mo's expression was no longer as relaxed and comfortable as before, but rather carried a hint of indifference.

He looked calmly at the superstar opposite him, with a decision already made in his heart.

It's better off without this person.

By now, Chu Mo had realized that Wang Guangju opposite him had probably misunderstood something. It seemed he thought that Ding Qian at his side was also a bargaining chip in the negotiations.

In Wang Guangju's mind, the price he was paying was a winery, as well as Ding Qian herself, in exchange for inviting him to join Shi Yuan Entertainment.

Such tactics are common in negotiations, and since ancient times there have been conclusions about heroes being unable to resist beauty. He must have thought that Chu Mo, to invite him to join Shi Yuan, would willingly offer the beauty beside him to his arms. Hence, this frivolous test.

However, he clearly didn't realize that although Chu Mo was lavish with money, capable of giving away luxury cars worth tens of millions and wineries worth hundreds of millions, he had his own bottom line. Using beauty as a trick to accomplish negotiations—such a thing, Chu Mo truly couldn't do.

Breathing softly, the clear-eyed Chu Mo looked at the slightly frowning superstar across from him and said in a steady voice,

"Shi Yuan Entertainment may not match Mr. Wang's status at present, but it's not something just anyone can glimpse into.

In one month, Shi Yuan developed from a scale of ten billion to now a hundred billion. Likewise, it can grow from a hundred billion to a trillion within a year. Mr. Wang might scoff at this, but time will prove it. Let's wait and see."

Sitting upright and proper, Ding Qian didn't touch the car keys that were within easy reach. Instead, she looked brightly at the young man in front of her.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the idol she used to be hung up on might not be as wonderful as she thought. Instead, the young man she had met only for the second time gave her a different feeling.

"Mr. Chu, this world is never short of ambitious people, and the Magic Capital is never short of dreamers,"

Wang Guangju, endowed with a beauty that would make countless women envious, spoke indifferently, his voice unhurried, his face devoid of joy or sorrow.

Chu Mo didn't want to argue whether he was a dreamer or an entrepreneur. He could only prove it with actions; empty debates wouldn't lead to any outcome.

Chu Mo gently took off the glasses on his nose and slowly wiped them with a tissue, speaking as if to relate something very ordinary, in an even tone,

"Tomorrow, I will be investing fifty billion in Bafang International and completely cease cooperation with Tianhua Entertainment.

I will look for stronger and more sincere partners. Bafang International will become the dominant force in Hua Country's entertainment industry, and this is without question...

Mr. Wang, let's leave it here. Oh, and when you have time, pay attention to tomorrow's news, especially the entertainment finance section."

As his words fell, he put his golden glasses back on his nose just as the chandelier above cast a beam of light right onto his eyes, making his gaze appear even more profound.

In this moment, Chu Mo's demeanor was indifferent, yet he suddenly exuded a powerful and oppressive aura.

Chu Mo rose slowly to his feet. In the corner, two imposing men in black clothes, both over two meters tall, followed closely. As Chu Mo passed the international superstar, without glancing sideways he paused and said,

"Mr. Wang, I still have to thank you, for you taught me the lesson that it's better to rely on oneself than on others."

In the increasingly silent visage of Wang Guangju, Chu Mo strode away. Meanwhile, Ding Qian, who had stood up across from him, hesitated several times. She wanted to follow him and leave, but she didn't know what to do with the car keys on the table.

A car worth over forty million, she definitely wouldn't dare accept it, but if she just left and left the car keys here, it certainly wouldn't be appropriate.

As the young man's figure had already vanished from sight, Ding Qian slightly gritted her teeth, extended her fair and delicate hand, and grabbed the car keys in front of her, then without looking back, she chased after him downstairs.

Even as she passed by her once-idolized figure, she didn't slow down in the slightest.

Although she had just graduated from the music university, the various methods pursued by the numerous suitors around her over the years had made her mind anything but that of a simple little girl.

Wang Guangju's two tests, at first she hadn't realized what was happening and her heart was still in all kinds of turmoil, but the second time she was given the choice, she sensed something was wrong.

Whether to choose the car keys or the bracelet, the price was definitely not a simple kiss…

The once perfectly held image of Wang Guangju in her heart collapsed in an instant, and at this moment, Ding Qian no longer had any idols in her heart.

She rushed out of the café with quick steps, and many customers who saw her face were slightly stupefied; when she reached the entrance, she saw the young man sitting in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce.

With swift steps, Ding Qian walked quickly to the side of the car, and passed the car keys in her hand to the man, saying,

"Mr. Chu, here are your car keys."

The young man in the car just looked at her faintly, and for some reason, with just a glance, Ding Qian felt that she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.

It was only when she subconsciously looked away that she realized, usually when she made eye contact with a man, it was the other person who first looked away from her, and this was the first time that she had lost in an exchange of looks with a man.

"I always mean what I say, and since I said I would give you the car, I definitely won't take it back. Don't overthink it. If you feel unworthy of it, then simply perform well in the company. The company is mine, and by working hard to create value for the company, you are helping me."

As he spoke these indifferent words, the young man slowly raised the car window, and as the Rolls-Royce Phantom gradually disappeared from view, Ding Qian, still holding the car keys, was somewhat stunned.

However, she seemed to have forgotten her current situation, her stunning looks completely unobstructed, and in just a moment, many people at the café entrance cast their glances over.

When she noticed a middle-aged man opposite her staring directly at her, a flicker of panic crossed Ding Qian's mind, and she immediately lowered her head, letting a lock of long hair cover half of her face, only then did the girl realize her situation as she gripped the car keys tight.

Just as Ding Qian was wondering how to get back, she discovered that, at some point, two tall men over two meters in height had appeared by her side.

Before she could ask, one of them had already begun to speak:

"Miss Ding, Mr. Chu has asked us to take you back."

Ding Qian bit her lower lip slightly, and after one last glance in the direction where the Rolls-Royce had disappeared, she walked toward a Cayenne in the parking spot, escorted by the two bodyguards.

The events of today had been a great shock to her, as a girl who had just graduated from her senior year of college, she hadn't yet decided what attitude to adopt towards the complex society.

Sitting in the back seat of the Cayenne, as the vehicle slowly started, she took one last look at the café in front. At a window on the second floor of the café, there still lingered a faint figure, and by that figure, there seemed to be a crowd of fans surrounding him.

Ding Qian, clutching the car keys in her hand, began to form some resolutions in her heart.

She didn't want to be a bargaining chip at the whim of others; she wanted to stand at greater heights to see more beautiful scenery.

The young man she addressed as Mr. Chu had already given her an opportunity for a bright future, and this time, she was determined to grasp it even more firmly.

Mr. Chu…

When he introduced himself, his name seemed to be Chu Mo…

Chu Mo… What a nice name.

She thought.