Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Gently breathing, Chu Mo made one last check of the time. His gaze turned to Lei Ting at his side, and upon seeing the slight shake of his head, he knew that Qin Lan, who was of an unknown age, still hadn't shown herself.

Chu Mo felt somewhat helpless at heart. Although he sincerely wanted to recruit her, the cultivator of the Nine Revolutions Divine Technique did not seem genuinely eager to join him.

She had not yet appeared, and he guessed that it was very likely she had gone back on her word.

But, as she was a potential SS-level top expert, Chu Mo did not want to give up just like that. He took a deep breath and spoke in an even tone,

"Wait another five minutes. After five minutes, take off immediately!"

The flight attendant with the perfect figure didn't hesitate at all. She smiled, agreed, and then gently rose to head toward the cockpit.

Even though SS-level experts were incredibly rare, Chu Mo had still made up his mind. If the woman named Qin Lan truly didn't wish to follow him, then he would have to let go.

Pocketing his phone, he then gently closed his eyes. As Chu Mo relaxed his mind, time seemed to pass unusually quickly. It was just a moment of repose when the beautiful flight attendant's voice rang in his ears once more,

"Mr. Chu, time's up. The plane is about to take off!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Mo nodded gently. Just then, Lei Ting at his side suddenly became slightly focused, looking out of the cabin. After a moment, Lei Ting said in a rough voice,

"Mr. Chu, she's here!"

As Lei Ting's words fell, it took only a moment to see a long-haired girl with a backpack slung over one shoulder boarding the plane hurriedly, escorted by two bodyguards.

Chu Mo nodded to the flight attendant, who, given permission, immediately contacted the pilot to take off.

Meanwhile, the tall, long-haired woman in front of him put down her backpack, and with a casual air, took a seat on the sofa next to Chu Mo. After a gentle breath, the woman, whose specific age was unknown, finally sighed,

"I thought I might be too late! I didn't expect Mr. Chu to wait especially for me!"

Chu Mo did not respond. At this moment, the plane had already begun moving slowly towards the runway, and according to the schedule, this Boeing aircraft was set to take off promptly at 6:30 in the evening. It was just the right time.

As the Boeing aircraft gathered speed, Chu Mo, with his seatbelt fastened, noticed that the woman beside him was continuously examining him. Her shoulder-length hair draped freely over her shoulders, and as the plane's nose lifted upward, the hair that had been covering half of her face drifted behind her ear, revealing an extremely delicate cheek.

Once the Boeing plane had stabilized in flight, Chu Mo unfastened his seatbelt. The flight attendant handed him tea, which he tasted lightly, but within moments, he slightly furrowed his brows.

Having just drank the Spirit Rhyme Tea, worth billions of RMB per catty, at Wu Kunpeng's place, sipping this ordinary top-grade Pu'er now felt like drinking tea from a roadside stall, devoid of that fresh and mellow flavor.

"Fan Gao, take out some of the Spirit Rhyme Tea Wu Kunpeng sent, and brew two cups of tea for me!"

The tall Fan Gao immediately stood up.

When Chu Mo was leaving, Wu Kunpeng had given all of his treasured Spirit Rhyme Tea to Chu Mo, saying that for a coarse person like himself to drink such top-tier tea was simply a waste, and that only someone like Mr. Chu deserved to enjoy such a beverage.

Chu Mo did not refuse, not because he truly coveted the tea, which was less than half a catty, but merely to put Wu Kunpeng's mind at ease.

Accepting his tea, he naturally would do his best in his undertakings for him.

Wu Kunpeng's greatest wish was for Wu Youyou to become a disciple, and after Chu Mo accepted the Spirit Rhyme Tea, he would indeed do his utmost.

Of course, another reason was that Wu Kunpeng had control over the channels to purchase Spirit Rhyme Tea. He had a close friend who had a way in, and Chu Mo could buy Spirit Rhyme Tea through Wu Kunpeng.

Despite the high price, for something as precious and rare as Spirit Rhyme Tea, no amount of money was too much.

Often, Spirit Rhyme Tea represented more than just ordinary tea; it was a symbol of one's status and position.

Just like the patriarchs of the four major families in the Magic Capital, although they each possessed assets worth hundreds of billions and could afford such tea, they didn't have access to purchase it.

The long-haired girl beside him, who had been indifferent, now had a faint gleam in her eyes. An unusual sparkle appeared in her cold eyes, and moments later, when bodyguard captain Fan Gao personally brought over two cups of tea, Chu Mo passed one of the cups to her. The enigmatic woman carefully opened the tea lid and, upon smelling the unique fragrance of Spirit Rhyme Tea, her whole being blissfully squinted in happiness.

Chu Mo also took a deep breath and gently savored the fragrance of the tea worth millions per cup. From Wu Kunpeng's stock, there was only half a pound of Spirit Rhyme Tea left. Even with its uniqueness, it could at best brew thirty cups of tea. If calculated at the price of 150 million RMB per pound that Chu Mo paid, each cup roughly cost 2.5 million RMB, truly a case of splurging lavishly.

"Indeed, it's Spirit Rhyme Tea. The last time I had such top-notch tea was thirty years ago. I never thought I'd have the chance to taste this exquisite tea again in my lifetime.

Indeed, there are benefits to being with a powerful force.

Mr. Chu, if you can let me drink such premium tea from time to time, then I do not need any other remuneration or salary. As long as I have such fine things supplied, I, Qin Lan, will definitely smooth out any issue for you."

Hearing this, Chu Mo looked at the joyous young girl by his side, her face's icy indifference had completely vanished, replaced by an expression of deep intoxication.

The cabin continued to fill with a faint, refreshing fragrance of tea. Chu Mo turned his head slightly to find that Lei Ting opposite him was utterly unmoved. Clearly, external things couldn't shake him in the slightest.

However, this Qin Lan by his side seemed to have no great defense against certain top-tier treasures.

Chu Mo wanted to agree, but he was not yet one hundred percent certain he could procure Spirit Rhyme Tea from Wu Kunpeng. As for the "fine things" Qin Lan mentioned, they would at least need to be on the same level as Spirit Rhyme Tea. Chu Mo might be wealthy, but even now, he had no channels to purchase these top-tier items.

Chu Mo was silent, but the tall woman beside him snapped out of her enchanted state and, seeing that Chu Mo was noncommittal, immediately spoke up:

"Do you think I'm not worthy of these fine things, Mr. Chu? No hurry, give me a month at most. Once I cultivate to the A-level peak, when my Nine Revolutions Divine Technique is complete, I will show you my capabilities. Then, Mr. Chu, you can decide whether or not I am deserving of these treasures!"

Chu Mo slightly curled his lips. If what Lei Ting said was true and she would become an SS-level expert, Chu Mo had been worrying about how to control her share, but now it seemed, this woman named Qin Lan, had a very obvious weakness.

This was certainly a good thing for Chu Mo.

Setting his tea cup down, Chu Mo calmly said:

"As long as you can prove your value and loyalty, Spirit Rhyme Tea is nothing. If I let the word out, if one billion isn't enough, then two billion; if two billion isn't enough, then five billion. There will always be someone willing to sell to me!

I can supply such items indefinitely. The only thing I ask for is that you ensure the safety of those around me!"

The woman at his side did not say much. She just closed her eyes again and, with a face full of bliss, continued to savor the top-grade tea in her hand.

Chu Mo gently stood up, his day having been tiring. After leaving the hall, he walked straight into his own private room, specially tailored for him, with a two-meter bed and a bathroom. There was even a bookshelf by the bed.

He lay listlessly on the bed and gently closed his eyes, soon drifting into dreams.

When he awoke, the airliner had already arrived over the Magic Capital. Through the window, Chu Mo saw a huge and bright moon hanging overhead. He was quietly appreciating the beautiful scenery when a gentle knock on the door came, and then a beautiful stewardess in a blue uniform entered.

"Mr. Chu, we are about to arrive at Changhong Airport in the Magic Capital. Lastly, is there anything I can do for you?"