Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Not to mention the distance, take for instance the Lu Ye in front of us, Lin Hongqiang, and Ren Wenxuan from Shangyuan Entertainment—all of them have a strong interest in antiques. There must be no shortage of people in Magic Capital who like these antiques, and having a collection of valuable antiques in the club could attract a whole host of top-tier magnates to join.

Having reached a conclusion in his mind, he felt the calligraphy and painting in front of him becoming more pleasing to the eye, being the most expensive in the history of Hua Country's auctions. The mere title was enough to make a statement.

After pondering for a moment, he spoke up:

"Lu Ye, then you're going to part with this painting..."

Before his words even finished, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a handsome young man entered.

The young man's gaze instantly landed on the qipao-clad woman behind the elder surnamed Lu, his eyes filled with excitement as he said with a smiling face,

"Siyue, I can't believe it's really you, I just saw you passing by the next room and thought I was seeing things.

Liu Min and Zhao Lili are next door, why don't you say hello to them?"

The qipao woman named Siyue shook her head slightly. The handsome young man finally seemed to realize the atmosphere in the room was a bit off. After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew voluntarily.

Quiet returned to the private room, and at that moment, the elder surnamed Lu suddenly said:

"Siyue, aren't Liu Ming and Lili both your good friends? Since they are next door, it'd be good for you to say hello."

The qipao woman gently shook her head, her voice as soft as an orchid:

"I see them every day, it doesn't matter."

The elder nodded, no longer pressing the matter, then casually turned his attention to Chu Mo and said,

"I acquired this calligraphy five years ago for 436.8 million, if President Chu is interested, you can take it for an even 400 million."

This suggested that the information collected by Jiang Tao was indeed true.

Although the Lu family of Magic Capital was one of the four major families, the current Family Head, Lu Meiqiang, was not adept at business, and decades of indulgence in pleasure-seeking, along with the exorbitant costs of collecting antique paintings and strategic social networking, had gradually led to their decline.

According to the information gathered by Jiang Tao, there seemed to be problems at Feiyue Technology Group, a business belonging to the Lu family, desperately needing a large sum of money to cover its losses, and selling antiques and calligraphy might be the elder's last resort.

As for why he chose Chu Mo as a buyer, Chu Mo figured it was probably due to the impression he'd made recently with his grandiose financial behavior catching the elder's attention.

Chu Mo had no intention of taking advantage of the situation. Although the Lu family had some operational issues, they were after all one of the four major families in Magic Capital, and their foundation and connections remained intact. Chu Mo came here to network with them.

To him, whether it was 400 million or 4 billion made little difference; he did not need the elder to cut him a deal, so after a moment of silence, Chu Mo cheerfully proposed:

"Lu Ye, antiques only become more valuable over time, there's no such thing as a price drop. If you acquired this painting for 4.368 billion a few years ago, not even considering its collectible value, just the inflation over the years would make it worth less than 4.5 billion a loss for you. So, I won't take advantage either, let's settle on 4.5 billion, and I won't haggle over more or less."

The elder across from him was slightly taken aback; with his experience, he wasn't one to be moved over a few tens of millions.

However, the way the young man in front of him so casually decided on several billions of funds struck him profoundly.

The rumors were indeed true; this was a true scion of a hidden wealthy family.

Not someone his so-called 'four major families of Magic Capital' could compare to.

With this thought, his suspicions dissolved completely, and he responded briskly:

"President Chu, if you like it, the calligraphy is yours for 4.5 billion."

Chu Mo nodded, and Lin Hongqiang, who had facilitated the introduction, also let out a small sigh of relief, seeing the two come to an agreement.

The two men in front of him were both untouchable figures, one respected as the Family Head of the Lu family of Magic Capital.

The other's net worth a mystery, but bold enough to openly confront the wealthy families of Magic Capital like the Wu family. If there were any discord between them, as the intermediary, he would certainly not fare well.

The group raised their glasses to celebrate, but just then, the private room door was pushed open by a tremendous force, the solid wood door slamming hard against the wall and making a loud noise. Simultaneously, a carefree young man retracted his foot, laughing heartily:

"Lu Siyue, knowing your brother is here, and yet you don't come to greet me, have you grown too confident?"

The proud young man was followed by four or five young men and women. They entered the private room chattering and laughing, horsing around until they saw that everyone's attention in the private room was focused on a piece of calligraphy on the table.

On that piece of calligraphy were a few drops of thick red wine.

The wine on the calligraphy came from the wine glass held by the elder surnamed Lu.

His spilling the wine was wholly due to the shock of the young man forcefully kicking the door, causing his hand to tremble.

So, the calligraphy, about to be sold for 450 million, was now flawed.

The group that burst into the room finally sensed something amiss and ceased their roughhousing. As they also noticed the stains on the calligraphy, they immediately understood what had happened.

Then, a ponytailed girl cautiously approached, addressing the stern-faced qipao woman softly:

"Siyue, Liu Ming didn't do it on purpose, he just had a bit to drink, and he was too excited to see you, don't be mad, however much the calligraphy is worth, we'll compensate you for it."

As the ponytailed girl finished her words, the qipao woman with a chilly voice said:

"4.5 billion!"

A simple statement, and the atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing in an instant.

Meanwhile, Chu Mo, holding his wine glass, set his gaze on the ghastly pale ponytailed girl.

This girl was the same ponytailed girl he had met once at the auction.