Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chapter 424: Chapter 317: The Opportunity for the Carp to Leap Over the Dragon Gate

The rain last night fell all night, softly and steadily.

The next day dawned clear, and as a sunrise ascended into the sky, amid the cool autumn breeze following an autumn rain, the sky overhead was stunningly vivid. Taking a deep breath of the fresh air with a hint of moisture invigorated one with a clear and refreshing sensation.

At Emperor’s Mansion Villa Number One, in the nearly ten thousand square meter courtyard, the grass in the flower beds had withered. However, to welcome the arrival of the King of Sartor Kingdom, the entire courtyard was replanted with various flowers, and even the fallen leaves on the ground were swept away.

Inside the nearly two hundred square meter villa hall, ten maids were all quietly serving around the perimeter, while Chu Mo sitting on the sofa, appeared somewhat curious as he looked at the white-haired elder before him.

The elder, exuding an aura of being one with nature, was engrossed in tea-making.

Across from Chu Mo, was the skinny Ma Kai who he had just met the previous evening. Ma Kai’s face bore a careful and pleasing expression as he stood with hands hanging down. On the tea table in front of him were several packages beautifully wrapped.

Naturally, these packages contained the Spirit Rhyme Tea that Ma Kai had promised to bring Chu Mo the night before.

The otherworldly elder performed his tea ceremony smoothly, using a set of ancient tea ware from the Song dynasty. This set was one of the thirty-six heirlooms of Mr. Lu from the city, and just this set of tea ware alone was worth over a hundred million!

The old man, dressed in a Tang suit, skillfully prepared and steeped the tea with a solemn expression, treating it as if he were handling a rare treasure. He carefully opened one of the packages in front of him while chanting to himself,

“Everyone knows about the five famous Dahongpao tea bushes on Mount Wuyi, but few are aware that in Shennongjia, there exists a tea even ten to a hundred times more precious than the Dahongpao—Spirit Rhyme Tea.

The rock charm of the mother bush of the Jiu Long Nest Dahongpao, the spiritual essence of Spirit Rhyme Tea—these two kinds of tea are the most supreme, with a gram valued like gold.

The Spirit Rhyme Tea has a rich and full flavor, its color is dark and shiny, its buds fine, without coarse stems!”

The old man seemed to be speaking to himself as he comfortably spoke, while Chu Mo’s gaze alternated subtly towards Ma Kai standing opposite him.

Chu Mo had previously concluded that Ma Kai definitely would not dare deceive him with such matters, but to be safe, he still invited a very famous tea appraiser from the city to verify the authenticity!

After all, Spirit Rhyme Tea was too precious, and essentially priceless on the market. If Chu Mo was to use it to entertain very important guests, he couldn’t afford to risk it—if this tea turned out to be fake, he would completely lose face.

Therefore, the tea appraisal process was essential for Chu Mo!

The tea appraisal master in front of him looked serious, whether it was the antique tea ware worth billions in his hand or the premium tea leaves in front of him, they were not something that just anyone could handle. He needed to discern the true from the false meticulously.

He could afford mistakes in his usual appraisals, but when it came to Spirit Rhyme Tea valued at millions of RMB per kilogram, there could be no margin for error.

Just the small sample he was tasting was valued at a six-figure sum.

Before long, a faint tea fragrance began to fill the hall—not too strong, requiring attentive sniffing to savor its sweetness.

Chu Mo’s interest wasn’t particularly piqued by the Spirit Rhyme Tea before him. Although the tea leaves were valuable, the quantity was too small, amounting to only one or two hundred grams!

What truly interested him was how Su Zhengxiong managed to obtain these tea leaves. If he could find the channel through which Su Zhengxiong acquired the tea leaves, that would be far more valuable than merely obtaining the one or two hundred grams in front of him.

Thus, Chu Mo’s gaze intermittently rested on the subservient Ma Kai facing him.

This slender man, once Su Zhengxiong’s strategic advisor, was behind several of Su’s significant actions. Since Ma Kai managed to get these tea leaves from Su, perhaps he knew the channel through which they were acquired as well.

Chu Mo knew that there were many things in this world beyond the reach of ordinary people, and Spirit Rhyme Tea was one of them. For instance, the Rougemelon Rice he previously had at Prince Gong’s Mansion in Capital City was another such rarity.

To the common wealthy or the average citizen, the world’s most expensive rice is said to be Jinyang Rice, valued at eight thousand RMB per pound. Unknown to them is that beyond Jinyang Rice, there exists Rougemelon Rice valued at two hundred and eighty thousand per pound.

The same holds true for Spirit Rhyme Tea. The most expensive tea known to the public is the million-RMB Wuyi Mount Dahongpao, yet even more valuable is the Spirit Rhyme Tea, valued at over a hundred million RMB per kilogram.

Beyond these, there exist many other top-tier luxuries in this world that are only known once you’ve reached that particular status.

Even a simple bottle of mineral water is subjected to this same principle.

However, without exception, the production of these top-tier luxury items is extremely scarce, and the vast majority are controlled by those top families and tycoons; even wealthy individuals cannot obtain them if they have the money.

Chu Mo is currently at the stage where he has just become aware of these things, but lacks the power and channels to purchase them.

That is also why he wants to accelerate his strategizing and development.

Only when his status reaches a certain level, at least on par with the Hua Country’s eight trillion-dollar asset families, will he be qualified to access those topmost precious items.

Otherwise, even if he has a lot of money, he has no right to enjoy these things.

“The way of tea shapes one’s self; a sip of Zen tea can guide the masses!”

The old man in traditional attire murmured to himself with closed eyes. After a moment, when he opened his eyes, he suddenly lifted the lid of the teapot in front of him, and instantly, the entire hall was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Rinsing his mouth with clear water to cleanse his palate, he took a deep breath. The old man slowly picked up the tea in front of him and then closed his eyes to gently savor it.

All eyes in the hall were on the old man, no one spoke, and everyone’s breathing became consciously lighter, afraid that their movements might disturb the master’s tasting.

After a moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, a sparkle seemed to flicker within his cloudy gaze. Setting down the teacup, he said solemnly,

“Spirit Rhyme Tea indeed lives up to its reputation, Mr. Chu. I guarantee with my sixty years of reputation that this tea is genuine!

Mr. Chu, please have a taste!”

As he finished speaking, the old man placed the second cup of tea in front of Chu Mo!

Having received the anticipated answer, Chu Mo nodded slightly and then instructed his butler Danny beside him,

“Mr. Liu has worked hard. Danny, please take good care of Mr. Liu, and don’t skimp on the tea fee!”

The middle-aged butler immediately nodded in agreement, while the white-haired old man in traditional attire gave a slight nod as a sign, and then walked out of the hall accompanied by Danny.

The hall returned to its former quietness.

Chu Mo picked up the tea in front of him. The old man had brewed two cups of tea; he had already consumed one, and this cup was for Chu Mo to taste.

Upon lifting the lid, the faint scent of the tea assailed his nose, even more fragrant and mellow than the top-grade Pu’er tea at home worth RMB 3.5 million per kilogram.

However, in terms of price, this small cup contained five tea leaves worth hundreds of thousands, and it was simply incomparable to the top-grade Pu’er tea.

As he gently took a sip, he had yet to taste anything distinctive, but from the corner of his eye, he saw the young Miss Yang of the Yang family approaching with a little black cat in her arms.

Yang Duoer took the teacup directly from Chu Mo’s hands, without concern for the differences between men and women, and also carefully took a sip. After a moment, she set the cup down and said with a voice like an orchid,

“It is indeed Spirit Rhyme Tea, the same taste as before!”

Hearing this, Chu Mo suddenly remembered that Yang Duoer was the young miss of the Yang family from the eight major families in Capital City. Although Spirit Rhyme Tea was rare, given the Yang family’s status, they should also have their allocation. It was no wonder that Yang Duoer had tasted this tea before.

Had he known this, he wouldn’t have had to make such a big fuss finding someone to authenticate it; simply letting Yang Duoer taste it would have been enough to verify its authenticity.

Such a thought merely flickered through his mind. After a moment, he refocused and directed all his attention on Ma Kai across from him, Chu Mo said indifferently,

“Ma Kai, I am giving you a chance. If you reveal how Su Zhengxiong obtained the Spirit Rhyme Tea, I will grant you an opportunity to leap up the dragon gate.

Think it over carefully—whether to grasp this opportunity or to live an unremarkable life forever!”

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