Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chapter 428: Chapter 321 The Real Foundation

(Solitude and Deep Thought) is a work by the French poet Sully Prudhomme, who, thanks to this masterpiece, was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1901. The master was honored for his noble ideals, perfect art, and the rare embodiment of soul and wisdom!

After pulling the book from the gigantic shelf, Chu Mo quietly sat in a corner and began to read by himself.

In front of him, seven or eight top-tier young masters were talking and laughing, discussing beautiful hot springs and scenic spots, and occasionally a couple of them would come together for a serious conversation.

By comparison, Chu Mo holding a book seemed like an outsider, out of sync with the atmosphere here. After the initial bustle, no one sought to engage him in conversation, nor did he have the desire to blend in with the group.

The Hong Kong Long family, as the leader among the eight great families of Hua Country with assets of three trillion RMB, demonstrated its profound heritage in various aspects.

Not to mention anything else, just the vast shelf of books casually displayed before him. If you weren’t paying attention, you might never know that more than half of the books here were rare and singular editions.

For instance, the copy of (Solitude and Deep Thought) that Chu Mo held. If one were to open the book’s title page, they could clearly see Sully Prudhomme’s own signature!

It was notable that this French poet was a Nobel laureate from over a century ago. Getting his autograph back then endowed this very old book with a truly extraordinary significance.

Inestimably valuable for collectors!

On the shelves, there were many such books with authors’ autographs. Without going into detail, just the several thousand precious volumes in this room alone hinted at the tip of the iceberg of the Hong Kong Long family’s depth.

Showy riches of upstarts couldn’t compare; it likely required decades, even hundreds of years of accumulation, to achieve such a heritage.

Even Chu Mo, with his limitless money, might be able to match the Long family in terms of wealth, but in every other aspect, he was no match at all!

Chu Mo seemed to gradually understand why he had been placed in this setting.

It wasn’t because his assets weren’t sufficient, but merely because he lacked the corresponding heritage!

Chu Mo knew that to gain the recognition of the leaders of the eight great families, he still had a long way to go.

“Young Master Long, I heard there’s a charity auction tonight? Is Deng Yun’er from Shi Yuan Entertainment hosting it? I’m a fan of Yun’er. How about arranging for me to have dinner with her after the event?”

Liu Mingfei, the young master from the Zhongzhou Liu family, was probably the least attractive among the top-tier masters in the entire hall.

Logically speaking, the heirs of the eight great families were all genetically optimized over many generations, each of them handsome and tall with good figures.

Yet the Zhongzhou Liu family scion alone was overweight, with slit-like eyes that appeared as if he could never fully wake up; his looks could only be described as extremely ordinary, not even reaching the average of normal people.

With a round-faced Liu Mingfei finished speaking, Chu Mo, who had been concentrating on his book, looked up slightly. He glanced at the slit-eyed Liu family scion across from him, a mysterious glint flashing in his eyes.

When Liu Mingfei had entered the room, his attitude toward Chu Mo wasn’t friendly, even somewhat disdainful.

Of course, the two had had no prior encounters, and Chu Mo wouldn’t waste his time with a fight over mere words. The reason he noticed him was just because of the celebrity he mentioned.

Deng Yun’er, one of the five top-tier superstars of Shi Yuan Entertainment, which was the property of Zhou family in the Entertainment Capital. When Chu Mo first bought the second-tallest building in the Entertainment Capital from the Zhou family, his Shi Yuan Entertainment had cooperated with Shi Yuan Entertainment for a while, but later, due to some disputes, the two severed ties.

The collaboration between the two companies did have a honeymoon period, during which Shi Yuan Entertainment assisted with a promotional short film with an investment of tens of millions.

The competition for the lead actress in that short film included Sun Qing Ruoxi, the established super celebrity, and Deng Yun’er from Shi Yuan Entertainment.

Chu Mo had met Deng Yun’er once, but at that time his attention was mostly on the trainee Ding Qian, so his impression of the super celebrity wasn’t particularly strong; he vaguely remembered her being a rather reticent girl.

The super celebrity Deng Yun’er was known as the national girlfriend, boasting tens of millions of fans, and the Liu family scion from Zhongzhou was evidently one of them.

Under Chu Mo’s watchful gaze, Long Huanyu, the eldest son of the Long family, suddenly laughed and said:

“What’s the big deal? Just an actress. If Young Master Liu likes her, isn’t she just a finger snap away?

How about this, after the charity gala tonight, I’ll arrange a candlelit dinner for you, Young Master Liu, and I guarantee you’ll charm her effortlessly.”

With his eyes narrowed into slits, Liu Mingfei’s lips curled up. After licking his lips and revealing a mischievous smirk understood by all men, he nodded and said:

“Then I’ll trouble Young Master Long for this, and remember to arrange a big room for me…!”

“Young Master Liu, take it easy now, the elders are here, and so are the guests from Sartor Kingdom. If you stir up trouble at this critical juncture, watch out for your dad breaking your third leg… Hahaha!”

The room immediately erupted into boisterous laughter, but Liu Mingfei wasn’t annoyed. Instead, his face beamed with pride.

Chu Mo withdrew his gaze from this group of top-tier scions, as they decided the fate of a top starlet with their jokes!

Deng Yun’er, who knows what will become of this superstar after tonight!

Of course, Chu Mo had no intention of playing the unwelcome savior.

Firstly, Deng Yun’er had nothing to do with him. If she were an artist under Shi Yuan Entertainment, Chu Mo would protect her at all costs, even if it meant offending these top-tier heirs.@@novelbin@@

But unfortunately, she was not.

To some, these leading heirs in front might have ill intentions, but they were indeed the future successors of the eight great families. Having ties with these people is something many dream of. Perhaps, Deng Yun’er might even rise to stardom with the support of Young Master Liu from Zhongzhou.

Of course, the most important thing was that Chu Mo’s trip to Xiangjiang was to meet with the King of Sartor Kingdom and talk business. He didn’t want to fall out with the wealthy heirs before even starting anything.

Not only would it bring no benefits, but it would also lower his own value.

Chu Mo tucked away his thoughts and continued to peruse the book in his hands; yet suddenly, the image of a girl full of classical charm popped into his mind.

Zhang Caicai!

The girl who once sketched portraits for Chu Mo and Zhou Yuanyuan on the 125th-floor observation deck of the tallest building in Modu.

She had once invited him to attend a charity gala in Xiangjiang, mentioning that many important figures would be there. At the time, Chu Mo had no interest and did not pay any attention to it.

Now, thinking about it, the charity gala she mentioned seems to be the one hosted by Xiangjiang’s Long family tonight.

With that thought, Chu Mo’s lips curled into a slight smile.

Tonight, it seems he might meet quite a few old acquaintances.

A week ago, Chu Mo purchased a painting from Zhang Caicai for five hundred million RMB, and this entire sum was donated to impoverished children in the mountainous regions through the One Foundation.

For tonight’s charity gala, Chu Mo felt it was necessary to make a splash. Otherwise, not only would the patriarchs of the eight great families look down on him, but even these second-generation heirs wouldn’t take him seriously.

“Zhang Caicai, I hope your work won’t disappoint me tonight!”

He murmured to himself as he closed the book in his hands and glanced at his wristwatch.

It’s three fifteen in the afternoon!

The meeting between the King of Sartor Kingdom and the patriarchs of the eight great families must have started by now!

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