Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Zhongzhou's Liu family head, Liu Peng, was a man just over sixty years old, with a short and chubby figure. From his appearance, it was not hard to see where Liu Mingfei, the eldest son of the Liu family, got his plump face and big ears—it was an inheritance from this man. In theory, as one of the eight great families with a heritage of over a hundred years and generations of legacy, the top-tier noble families should have optimized their genes through the generations, resulting in handsome and extraordinary patriarchs. Be it the Dragon family of Xiangjiang or the Li family of Jiangnan, the heads of these ancient families possessed an exceptional aura. Even Yang Xiulu, the fourth young master of the Yang family from the Capital City, had an extreme value of ninety-five percent in terms of facial attractiveness, while Miss Yang Duoer of the Yang family's beauty surpassed Ding Qian's, making her the most perfect woman Chu Mo had ever seen. However, it seemed that the Zhongzhou Liu family did not follow this rule. Whether it was the Liu Peng before him, who smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, or Liu Mingfei, whom he had previously encountered at the Dragon family's place, both men had rough facial features and were completely disconnected from elegance and handsomeness. In the ancient and elegant guest reception hall of Pastoral Manor, Liu Peng, the family head of the Liu family, was currently seated in the main seat. When Chu Mo entered the hall, he did not stand up but casually gestured to a seat next to him with an old face that carried a smile that was rather uncomfortable. Chu Mo paid no mind to the other's cold reception. After he settled down in his seat, a maid dressed in a purple qipao immediately brought over fragrant tea. Initially, Chu Mo did not intend to drink tea, but when he smelled the unique fragrance of the tea in front of him, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly. With that fragrance, Chu Mo concluded that the tea leaves in front of him must be the world's top-tier Spirit Rhyme Tea. "I heard that Mr. Chu has been recruiting female bodyguards recently? I don't have much to offer, but there is no shortage of people. With a single word from Mr. Chu, a hundred or so female bodyguards could be sent to you immediately." Liu Peng, who smiled as if he were a Maitreya Buddha, spoke casually. With a light clap of his hands, immediately, over a dozen qipao-clad women of considerable appearance surged into the great hall. These women, each tall and well-proportioned, did not have the soft muscles of ordinary young girls but rather an unusually strong and robust physique. With just one look, Chu Mo could tell that these women must all be professional bodyguards. After Zhang Xiaoyan from the Phoenix Bodyguard Company had flatly refused to join him, Chu Mo had already ordered Fan Gao to start recruiting female bodyguards throughout Hua Country. This matter was not secret. To attract strong female bodyguards, a broad selection was necessary, and naturally, the well-informed would receive the news. The Liu family knowing about this was not news at all. Chu Mo saw no need to hide the matter, of course, although he was indeed recruiting female bodyguards, he also saw no need for the Liu family to provide candidates. It wasn't that Chu Mo was narrow-minded. These bodyguards were the confidants of the Liu family, and no matter how strong they were, their loyalty would never satisfy Chu Mo. Chu Mo was about to wave his hand to refuse when the elder in front of him suddenly spoke: "Mr. Chu, don't rush to refuse. Listen to me finish speaking first!" Chu Mo straightened up in his seat, swallowed the words that had reached his lips, and then picked up the top-tier tea leaves in front of him. As he gently savored the tea, he heard Liu Peng continue: "Mr. Chu seems to have no interest in horse racing, and perhaps lacks knowledge about fine horses," said Fang Lihu. "In this aspect, I'm an expert. Let me give you an introduction. The Arabian horse selected by the Saudi King last time in Xiangjiang is a cream of the crop, calling it a king of horses is no exaggeration. "I originally planned to acquire that horse for two billion, but in the end, Mr. Chu snatched it with a hundred billion. To be honest, it truly hurt, as I'm a man with no other hobbies, cherishing only various precious horses. In Mr. Chu's hands, that Arabian is merely wasting feed; it costs money to maintain without return on investment. In my possession, not to mention it would receive the most attentive care, it would also realize its rightful value." "Of course, I wouldn't let Mr. Chu go back empty-handed. These twelve bodyguards have been trained by the Liu family since their childhood, their backgrounds and bodies are absolutely clean. With me, they're merely wasting their youth, but with Mr. Chu, they could still be of some use. Regarding any concerns about their loyalty, there's absolutely no need to worry; I'll send their family members to Mr. Chu as well. What do you think, Mr. Chu?" As the diminutive Liu Peng finished speaking, the twelve cheongsam-clad women simultaneously bowed to Chu Mo, their demeanor not meek like ordinary young girls but with an intimidating aura that was palpable. These twelve female bodyguards, although Chu Mo did not know their true strength, would probably not be weaker than average male bodyguards, and indeed, Chu Mo could sense a formidable presence in them similar to Zhang Xiaoyan's. It's worth noting that Zhang Xiaoyan was someone who could fight Fang Lihu to a standstill. Truthfully, Chu Mo was somewhat tempted. It had been only eight short months since he had acquired the unlimited bank card. Although the card had given him considerable confidence, compared to these ancient families with hundreds of years of history, Chu Mo still lacked sufficient heritage. For example, it took the Fan siblings decades to cultivate beauties like Qing Guo and Qing Cheng. The Liu family, with over a century of history, had cultivated countless top talents. These twelve formidable female bodyguards were merely the tip of the iceberg, and they too required ten to twenty years of secret training. And time was precisely Chu Mo's weakness. Trading an Arabian horse, which he had nearly forgotten, for twelve top-tier female bodyguards did not seem like a bad deal at all. At least for Chu Mo, who had unlimited money but not enough talent, it was certainly worthwhile. His gaze swept over the twelve cheongsam-clad women in front of him, his mind working rapidly. After a brief moment, he sighed softly. Despite a strong desire to agree, after contemplating for a short time, he still chose to shake his head and refuse. "Mr. Liu, to be honest, I'm quite fond of that Arabian horse myself. Sorry, I can't bear to part with it." Upon hearing this, the plump elder in front of him shook his head in disappointment. It was apparent that he truly liked that top-tier Arabian, similar to a collector watching a treasured possession being treated like trash by others; it's understandable that anyone would feel regret. Chu Mo didn't care about his feelings. As far as he was concerned, that Arabian chosen by the Saudi King was completely dispensable. If it weren't for today's encounter with Liu Peng, he would have forgotten about the horse entirely. But it's his property, and even if he were to discard it, it was his decision to make, not something for others to dictate. "It seems that Mr. Chu is unwilling to part with it. Since that's the case, I have another treasure that you will certainly be interested in!"