Trillionaire's Slice of Life-Chapter 329 - 234: Great Terror Descends (4,000 words pleading for subscriptions)

Chapter 329: Chapter 234: Great Terror Descends (4,000 words pleading for subscriptions)

“So, it’s clear as day now, isn’t it? The two women by your side, one has a fortune of a hundred billion and the other seven hundred billion. I’ll round you up to two hundred billion for good measure. Me, the young master of the Yang family of the Capital City, one of Hua Country’s eight great families, with assets of almost ten to twenty trillion, right?

How about that! Are you satisfied?”

The young man who proclaimed himself the young master of the Capital City’s Yang family looked to be in his mid to late twenties. He had a tall and well-proportioned build over one meter ninety, with long flowing hair that was somewhat unusual for a man. As part of the great Yang family, which was one of the top families of the eight major clans in Hua Country, with a legacy spanning hundreds of years, this youth was indeed exceptionally handsome, having benefited from generations of genetic refinement.

His facial features were as exquisitely sculpted as a statue, and his angular face was remarkably handsome. Despite appearing somewhat dissolute and unrestrained on the outside, the sharp glint in his eyes commanded respect. Across from him, a group of second- and third-generation elites, some older and some younger than he, evidently held the Yang family scion in high regard.

The youth had a head of thick, jet-black hair, and beneath a pair of sword-like eyebrows were a set of slender, peach blossom eyes. When he slightly squinted his eyes, he exuded a dangerous allure. With a tall nose and moderately full red lips curving into a dazzling smile, his appearance alone would score at least ninety-five points!

Among the men Chu Mo had met, Ross family heir Geng Pan was considered handsome, but because Geng Pan had a Western face with more pronounced features and slightly sunken eyes, Geng Pan could score ninety points for his looks.

The youth before him, however, had the standard features of an Eastern man. He possessed a demonic charm that could make the vast majority of men feel inferior. With such looks, even if he chose to become a top idol or a megastar, he would at least have been a top-tier fresh face.

The young master Yang was clearly the leader of this group. As he stepped forward, the initially wavering group of wealthy second-generation heirs immediately looked confident, as if with Yang’s support, nothing could be beyond their reach, all-conquering like sovereigns.

Behind him, dressed in a red gown with her long hair coiled up behind her head, Zhan Bingxue slightly lowered her head. She looked at the group of self-important second-generations before her and suddenly remembered the confrontation between Chu Mo and a group of heirs in that bar owned by Lu Ye not long ago!

That time, a few hundred bodyguards were mobilized on both sides, but in the end, two hundred-billion-dollar households collapsed overnight in Modu.

Zhan Bingxue seemed to see that same scene about to replay itself. Her gaze shifted from the exceptionally handsome youth and as a cold smile formed in her heart, she addressed the young man beside her with golden spectacles:

“Mr. Chu, it’s impossible to reason with these kids. They don’t understand how wide the gap between us really is! Only by hurting them, making them cry, will they realize how foolish they are!”

As Zhan Bingxue finished speaking, Chu Mo couldn’t help but reveal a hint of amusement.

He was indeed amused by the group of brats before him. Although many of these second-generation elites were older than Chu Mo, he was still tickled by their naivety!

By his side was a chairman with over a hundred billion in assets, and that was just in plain sight. Chu Mo could mobilize more than three hundred billion at any time; in the shadows, once the unlimited bank card came into play, hundreds of billions, trillions, or even tens of trillions in vast funds could be moved at will!

Meanwhile, the second-generation youths on the other side, constantly boasting of their hundred billion or trillion-dollar fortunes, simply reflected their entire family’s wealth. The true helmsmen were their parents. Given their own positions, they had no ability to influence the direction of their families, and the assets these rich heirs controlled were maybe in the tens of millions, perhaps over a hundred million, but never exceeding a billion!

They had yet to grasp this, and that was what Chu Mo found funny!

His phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He thought it was Zhang Dongdong calling, but when he took out the phone and saw the caller ID labeled “Xin’er,” he hesitated for a moment.

Today was the first day of the National Day Holiday. Chu Xiner had not gone home during the summer break to work part-time and hone her courage. According to the plan, Chu Xiner, who was to start her junior year of college, should have returned to her hometown by now!

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She must have already met her uncle and aunt and handed over the ten million he had prepared for her uncle’s family.

Chu Mo’s thoughts drifted back to his hometown with this call, and he lost interest in the immature heirs before him. Pointing at the BMW man, who was the first to speak out of turn, Chu Mo instructed Zhan Bingxue before taking the call:

“Let them learn what a real gap is. That guy, the young master Fei from Modu with a fortune of over ten billion, let’s start with him. I want you to use your connections now to have the Fei family erased from Modu!”

As he spoke, he lost interest in the youths before him. Turning slightly, he stepped back and took the call:

“Hello… It’s Xiao Mo, right? This is your aunt. Xiao Mo, I heard from that girl Xin’er that you made a lot of money in Modu? I just called your mom, and your sister-in-law said you’ve published a novel? Xiao Mo, you’re a great writer now, huh? Our family has finally produced an intellectual.

I always knew you were smart. In our family, only you had the making of a scholar…!”

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