Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Sir, if you're considering a coupé, I personally highly recommend you take a look at this Continental GT.

This car carries on a century-long tradition of Bentley's personalized design and tailor-made spirit, permeating luxury and individuality into the manufacturing process through complete handcrafting, ensuring a unique experience tailored to your needs."

At the Motor City of Modu, the Bentley dealership caters to the upper echelon of customers. With prices ranging in the millions or even tens of millions, this car has achieved a dreamlike status. Those who can afford to browse in the showroom are invariably wealthy individuals.

Even among this affluent and distinguished crowd, Chu Mo, who was guarded by five black-suited bodyguards and attended by the sales manager in person, still became the focal point of many secretive observers.

His handsome appearance, tall frame, coupled with a calm and cool aura, and the presence of several black-suited bodyguards, enveloped Chu Mo in a mysterious air.

This charisma, undeniably, held a strong attraction for women.

By the showroom's automatic doors, next to a pink coupé, stood a woman in a black dress. With curiosity, she surveyed the crowd nearby. Wavy long hair cascaded down her elegant and intelligent demeanor. Her name was Ivy, a manager at a foreign enterprise.

She was twenty-nine that year, still unmarried. Ivy had nearly stringent requirements for her better half. First and foremost, the partner had to be more accomplished than herself, not older than thirty-five. These criteria alone excluded the vast majority of men.

Now, the car that caught her eye was priced at a hefty four hundred and eighty-eight thousand. The fact that she considered such a vehicle spoke volumes about her substantial material wealth.

At this moment, Ivy's gaze occasionally stole glances at the handsome man surrounded by stars like the moon. Her heartbeat quickened for an instant. Then, as if it were an afterthought, Ivy turned to the salesperson beside her and asked:

"What model is that man with the golden glasses looking at?"

Hearing this, the saleslady serving by her side glanced at the crowd in the distance, then carefully responded:

"Miss Ivy, the gentleman is looking at the Elegant 728. I just heard from a colleague that he has confirmed the purchase of that car. The price is over twelve million."

After a pause, as if recalling something else, the saleslady added nonchalantly:

"Oh, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked on the opposite spot also belongs to that gentleman... He's really young and handsome..."

Upon hearing this, Ivy's heartbeat unconsciously sped up again. After a moment of contemplation, she took a business card from her Hermès bag and handed it to the saleslady beside her. With a composed expression, Ivy softly said:

"Could you please give this card to that gentleman? Oh, and I really like this car, let's finalize it!"

Upon hearing Ivy's words, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the delighted saleslady, who immediately nodded and respectfully said:

"Certainly, Miss Ivy. Please proceed to the VIP room to wait, and we will be able to sign the contract shortly. I will deliver your business card to that gentleman!"

...

In the central area of the showroom, next to the Continental GT supercar, a sales associate named Chu Jing had already stepped back. Now, the one responsible for accompanying Chu Mo was the Bentley sales manager, a shrewd and efficient middle-aged man in his forties.

"Mr. Chu, the Continental GT's positioning is that of a luxury sports car but it can compete with both sports cars and luxury sedans. Therefore, its competition is extremely fierce. However, just like the Bentley brand itself, it always stands proud amongst its competitors.

Despite the covetous presence of classic brands like Ferrari, Lamborghini, and Rolls-Royce, Bentley continues to captivate an increasing clientele with its unique charm and a diverse combination of luxury, performance, style, and practicality...!"

The middle-aged manager, face brimming with confidence and composure, was chatting away when a female salesperson in a black suit skirt suddenly appeared in front of Chu Mo.

At the moment, the saleswoman in her early thirties first gave a slight bow to the manager, waited for him to stop his introduction, and then respectfully presented a delicate postcard to the woman looking at Chu Mo, while gesturing towards a spot behind her:

"Sir, this is Ms. Ivy's business card for you. I apologize for the interruption!"

After taking the delicate business card from her hand, Chu Mo followed her gaze and saw, indeed, not far away, a woman with a head full of wavy long hair smiling and nodding at him.

Watching the woman, after having greeted him, turn and walk away with a graceful figure, Chu Mo slightly frowned with the business card in his hand; he did not remember knowing such a person.

After pondering for a moment without result, he casually slipped the business card into his pocket, and Chu Mo, not wanting to waste more time, directly said:

"I'll take this one, I'll take both cars."

As he was leaving, he suddenly pointed at Chu Jing, the salesperson standing by, and casually said:

"By the way, the commission for these two cars should count towards Miss Chu, is that alright?"

"Absolutely no problem, Mr. Chu, please this way. I'll have someone prepare the contract."

Amidst the grateful expression on the face of the woman named Chu Jing, Chu Mo turned and walked towards the VIP room.

Not bothering to bargain at all, Chu Mo, who let the shrewd manager offer the lowest price and didn't even frown, signed his name on the contract.

After paying with a card, an hour later, a Rolls-Royce Phantom drove out of the Bentley showroom, followed by a Bentley Mulsanne and a Bentley Continental with temporary plates.

Escorted respectfully by the sales manager and a dozen sales associates, the three luxury cars slowly exited the showroom and quickly merged into the traffic.

"Mr. Chu, where are we going now?"

In the Rolls-Royce Phantom's passenger seat, Shou Bo asked with a respectful tone. Chu Mo, holding the delicate postcard, replied absentmindedly:

"I have a meeting tonight at Bafang International Hotel. For now, let's head back, and get the license plates sorted out as soon as possible."

"Understood!"

The Rolls-Royce led the way onto the main road, with the two Bentleys following behind. As for the Baojun, it had already been sent away by someone.

Due to the delay, it was already noon, and it was time for traffic jams; by the time he returned to the villa, it would likely be one or two o'clock. Feeling somewhat hungry, Chu Mo was about to ask Shou Bo to find a restaurant to eat at when his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Pulling out his phone, Chu Mo raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the caller ID.

Adjusting his mindset, Chu Mo pressed the answer button with an indifferent expression.

Chapter Stay:

"Is that you, Brother Chu? This is Lin Hongqiang. Have you heard about what happened at Bafang International Hotel? There seems to be something off about Miss Zhan by your side. I heard that she single-handedly vetoed all eleven resolutions proposed by the board this morning, including those for the purchasing department's material acquisition… This has a great impact on the hotel…"