Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The sports center plot of land was important to the Wu family, yet it was equally crucial to the Jiang family. If the Jiang family could acquire it, it would also symbolize an opportunity for a soaring ascent.

The old man with excitement in his eyes gently coughed twice. At that moment, a young woman who had been following by his side immediately stepped forward to support the old man's arm, whispering lowly:

"Grandpa, please take it easy."

The Jiang family elder waved his hand and then suddenly smiled at Wu Sihai across from him:

"Sihai, you really have a good son, ah, helping you save two hundred billion, hahaha."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sihai, the head of the Wu family, had his face darken even more.

He turned his gaze toward his own son, even feeling an urge to strangle him at this moment.

The Zhou family elder had warned him earlier not to trouble the young man across from him, and the Wu family had acted accordingly. For more than a month, they had never actively sought to bother the other party.

But today, due to the auction for the land, they happened to run into him. Wu Sihai hadn't noticed him until his son reminded him to take a look. Although Wu Sihai felt discontent towards the young man who had snatched their financial tower, he hadn't thought much of it.

However, when the other side made a bid on the ceramics, his son, who had always been arrogant and lofty, couldn't hold back and raised the price twice.

Sihai originally didn't take such a trifle to heart, considering it just a competition between children.

But he hadn't expected the young man's retaliation to come so swiftly and fiercely.

Not only did he once again snatch the plot of land that was almost in Wu Sihai's hands, but he was also willing to suffer a loss of thirty billion just to hand the plot over to their archrival, the Jiang family.

At that moment, Wu Sihai was no longer thinking about a mere rivalry; as the leader of a family with a century-old legacy, he could not idly watch and allow his family to establish such a formidable enemy, especially one who could casually throw around hundreds of billions and treat money as if it were nothing.

After weighing his options for a moment, he had already made up his mind.

Wu Sihai rose from his seat with a dignified air and walked slowly towards Chu Mo, saying with a steady voice:

"Young Master Chu, today's incident is due to our Wu family's lack of consideration. We've disrupted Young Master Chu's pleasure. How about this, I will host tonight. Let us have a hearty drink at Seasons Pavilion."

Wu Sihai, the current head of one of the four great families of Mordu and a man who had never spoken in such a humble manner to a junior, was doing so for the first time.

Many around them showed a look of surprise.

However, just when everyone thought that this farce would end with a reconciliation between the two families, Chu Mo, with a playful look on his face, turned his gaze once again to the young man across from him, whose face was unsightly. Noting the cold glint in his eyes and turning away his gaze, Chu Mo spoke evenly:

"This matter has nothing to do with others; it's a private matter between this young master and me. From today on, I'll put forth a hundred billion just to play a game with this Wu young master—to see whether he goes bankrupt or... I'll invest another thousand billion, or maybe even two thousand billion, until we see a result."

As his words fell, he suddenly turned his gaze to a middle-aged man behind him, the general manager of the auction house who had been by his side when Chu Mo had made the transfer. As the man approached with respect upon catching Chu Mo's eye, he said:

"Mr. Chu, what can I do for you?"

Chu Mo had just spent over twenty billion at their auction house, and they had been able to secure an enormous commission. Naturally, they were treating Chu Mo with great deference at this time.

"How much money is left on that card of mine?"

"Mr. Chu, after deducting the twenty-three billion you've just transferred, your Centurion Black Gold Card has eight hundred twenty-five billion remaining."

Chu Mo nodded, then shifted his gaze to the elder with the surname Jiang, saying cheerfully:

"Mr. Jiang, please transfer those two hundred billion to my card as soon as possible, so I can round up to a thousand billion. The game I'm playing with Young Master Wu has just begun."

So, it was not just a joke, was it?

This profligate heir, who had just spent twenty-three billion to purchase a plot and then sold it off for two hundred billion, truly had a hundred billion in liquid assets, didn't he?

And now, this conspicuously provoked prodigal heir was about to take this hundred billion to fully impede the Wu family of Modu.

It looks like a hundred billion is not enough, could there be another hundred billion to follow?

What kind of existence has the Wu family offended this time...

At the back of the auction hall, most people have already left, but none of the dozen or so super tycoons in the front row had left.

It wasn't that there were no particularly curious people wanting to come closer to watch the excitement, but at this time, the front row of nearly twenty tycoons, each with three to five bodyguards by their side, and with the addition of the auction hall staff, nearly a hundred bodyguards had surrounded the area, so even if they wanted to look, they wouldn't be able to see much.

However, among these tycoons encircled by bodyguards, Wu Sihai's complexion had nearly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Earlier, the Zhou family patriarch reminded him that the identity of the young man who purchased the Financial Tower was extraordinary, and he indeed took it very seriously, specifically instructing the younger members of his family not to trouble the young man. However, what he had not anticipated was that this young man's extraordinary nature would reach such an extent.

There was a hundred billion in one card alone.

Keep in mind that for the Wu family, one of the four major families in Modu, even if they sold all their assets, the funds they could gather would only amount to a mere twenty billion.

...

His gaze fixed on the young man's eyes before him, and when he saw the indifference in his eyes, he knew that this young man, if he said he would do something, would definitely carry it through.

If today's matter couldn't be managed properly, the entire Wu family might really enter into decline.

Keep in mind, the Wu family's arch-enemy was not just the Jiang family opposite them; once today's news spread, there were countless eyes behind the scenes waiting for the Wu family to perish.

He took a deep breath and then spoke with sincerity,

"Mr. Chu, as you just said, this is your matter with Wu Yaoming, unrelated to others. Now, I formally tell you that Wu Yaoming is no longer a member of our Wu family, from today onwards, whatever he does has nothing to do with our Wu family of Modu. I wonder what you think, Mr. Chu."

As his words fell, the handsome young man who had been gloomy behind him immediately widened his eyes in disbelief, and then for the first time spoke with an urgent tone:

"Dad, you..."

"I am not your dad; the Wu family has no such person as you. Remember, from this moment on, you are never to set foot in the Wu family ever again."

A glint of cold light flashed in the eyes of Wu Sihai as he cast a glance at the young man opposite him.

A tiger does not consume its offspring, but if he had to choose between his son and the family, Wu Sihai would not hesitate to choose the latter.

The Wu family had been passed down for a hundred years; he was the fourth generation Family Head and he absolutely would not allow the Wu family to fall into ruin on his watch.

He had previously warned the whole family not to trouble the young man opposite them. His own son did not heed the warning and had brought upon himself a disaster as vast as the sky; that would have to be borne by him alone.

When the young man with a stupefied face slumped in his seat, pale as death, Chu Mo didn't even spare him a glance.

What flashed in his mind was the young man mocking him half an hour ago with a smug face, calling him a fool, and now, just half an hour later, he had become a dog that had lost its home.

The kind that even his own father wouldn't acknowledge.

"Let's leave this matter here."

Upon Chu Mo's words, Wu Sihai finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, the elderly man named Jiang by his side suddenly whispered,

"Mr. Chu, about our cooperation..."

"I never go back on my words. Bring two hundred billion to Bafang International tomorrow, and we'll sign the contract; the land will be yours."