Trillionaire's Slice of Life

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The small hammer came down, signifying the end of the final auction, and also that the nearly 100,000 square meter plot of land had found its new owner.

The second and third generations who had witnessed a luxurious drama had begun to leave, but many others gathered in groups, discussing the events in hushed tones.

The occurrences of this evening would quickly spread through the mouths of those present into the entire elite circle of Magic Metropolis.

As for what exaggerated versions would eventually circulate, that was beyond Chu Mo's ability to predict.

The auction house didn't send just the previous staff to collect the payment this time, considering the transaction involved several tens of billions, it was taken very seriously. The team included a lawyer and a general manager among others, totaling five or six people.

Two minutes later, the transfer was complete, and the lead general manager respectfully invited Chu Mo to the back to collect the item. With a slight wave of his hand, Chu Mo said "wait a moment" before heading towards the front row of the hall.

There, nearly all the top magnates hadn't left but were clustered together, chatting about something.

Although the recent bidding revealed a hierarchy among these tycoons, in reality, anyone sitting in the front row was worth no less than ten billion.

And these people, usually busy with various affairs, rarely had a chance to gather. Thus, they wouldn't miss the opportunity to catch up and discuss everything from small talk to potential collaborations.

Chu Mo's arrival immediately quieted this exclusive circle, as a dozen or twenty top magnates all nonchalantly turned their attention to him, each wearing a different expression on their faces.

However, there was no question that having the capacity to spend 23 billion to secure the land near the sports stadium, Chu Mo definitely had both the qualifications and strength to stand before them.

"Chu Mo, right... I'll remember the name," said Wu Sihai's son, who was also the future heir to the Wu family, as he slowly rose to his feet.

Standing around 1.85 meters tall, he was two fingers taller than Chu Mo. Thanks to the family's century of genetic optimization, he was handsome with a strong presence that clearly indicated he was no ordinary person.

Chu Mo glanced at the young man who had been actively stirring up trouble. In fact, if it weren't for his attempt to drive up the price of the Southern Song dynasty porcelain, Chu Mo wouldn't even know who he was.

The Wu family of Magic Metropolis was, to him, a legendary entity with which he had no dealings whatsoever.

Yet it was this young man's few remarks that had sparked a full-on confrontation between the new and old powerful families. Chu Mo was actually curious to see if he could have the last laugh.

Jiang Tao, who was two meters tall, and Fang Lihu, who stood at two meters three, had already taken positions on either side behind Chu Mo, their gazes sweeping over the sullen-faced young man across from them. Then Chu Mo shifted his focus to an elderly man with presbyopia glasses at his side.

This old man, Jiang Gong, did not belong to one of the big four families, but in the real estate industry, he wielded considerable power. Previously, he had bid 19.5 billion and then withdrew when the price became too high.

When Chu Mo turned his attention to the old man, the eighty-year-old, who still looked robust, cast an inquisitive look back at him.

Chu Mo broke the silence with a calm and steady voice:

"Mr. Jiang, previously you bid 19.5 billion, it seemed you were quite interested in this plot of land,"

The old man, with a gleam in his eye, paused for a moment, not speaking immediately. Instead, he scanned both Chu Mo and the Wu family scion before responding softly:

"Twenty billion is the limit for this land. Frankly speaking, there's not much profit left at 23 billion,"

Chu Mo nodded, showing no intention of haggling with the old man, and said directly:

"Then for 20 billion, the land is yours, Mr. Jiang,"

"Twenty billion, you are serious?"

The old man, indexing finger trembling slightly as he stood, looked directly into Chu Mo's eyes, his whole being suddenly erupting with an intimidating aura.

For someone from the Jiang family, who had grown steadily under the long-term oppression of the Wu family and become a towering tree themselves, it was no surprise his presence was remarkable.

Chu Mo had approached this particular elder and not the younger man who had bid higher simply because the former and the Wu family were sworn enemies of generations.

The last bottom line for the Wu family was 21 billion, and even under Chu Mo's pressure, Wu Sihai had raised the stakes to 22 billion, indicating the true value of the land. Even at 23 billion, there was still a significant margin to maneuver.

If the old man could get the land from Chu Mo for 20 billion, it was as if he had found a tremendous bargain.

Unruffled, Chu Mo nodded nonchalantly and spoke indifferently:

"Twenty billion in cash, sign the papers and the land is yours,"

With a firm nod after receiving a positive response, the old man said:

"It's a deal,"

Chu Mo responded with a nod, affirming their agreement, and it was only then that the relieved old man asked with a hint of curiosity:

"The Chu family's youngster, huh... Why would you do this? A 23 billion deal, and you're selling it for 20 billion. Won't your elders come after you?"

How much Chu Mo had paid was seen by all, and even with a promise received, the old man remained somewhat anxious.

A faint smile played on the lips of a composed Chu Mo as he casually replied:

"It's simple. Someone annoyed me, so naturally I had to make life difficult for them. As for my family... sums below a hundred billion are at my discretion, and as long as the reasoning is sound for anything above that, my family won't get in the way. The thirty billion difference... I'll consider it lost down the river,"

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