Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Zhang Dongdong grew more excited as he spoke, as if discussing his grand and domineering plans. He was utterly obsessed.

Chu Mo smiled silently across from him, observing the youth who was about the same age as himself and feeling a slight sense of sentimentality deep in his heart.

The youth sitting opposite him was the son of Hua Country's richest man, a second-generation rich kid who had grown up with a golden spoon in his mouth. He had received an elite education since childhood, attending primary school in Singapore, secondary school in Britain, and after completing his studies, he took the five billion his father gave him to practice with.

This was undoubtedly a dream start that countless people could never achieve in their entire lives.

He was known as one of the new "Capital City's Four Young Masters" and was once an object of Chu Mo's envy.

Before he obtained the unlimited card, Chu Mo was just a nobody, toiling for his daily bread and worrying about rent each month.

When he occasionally saw this top young master on the news, lavishing money on female live streamers, he too fantasized about how great it would be if he could switch identities with him...

But now, having acquired the unlimited bank card, Chu Mo considered himself a chosen one too. Even if the young man in front of him begged to switch identities with him, Chu Mo would not agree.

Chu Mo watched with interest as the person he once envied spoke enthusiastically before him. The grand and dominating plans he mentioned, about establishing connections with the world's top tycoons, seemed impossible to accomplish even for the son of a tycoon.

However, Chu Mo, possessing unlimited money, could achieve such goals. If Chu Mo wished, he could throw tens or hundreds of billions at it, and even the likes of Bill and Buffett couldn't resist such temptation.

But at this stage, Chu Mo had no such plans. He had only received the unlimited bank card less than two months ago, and indulging in pleasures was his pursuit.

Crafting a world-class club was an interesting idea, but it would inevitably bring much trouble; perhaps in a year or so, once he had his fill of fun and became interested, he might actually do it.

However, he truly had no such interest at the moment.

Zhang Dongdong spoke non-stop for more than ten minutes until he was parched before he stopped. He licked his somewhat dry lips and, seeing the indifferent expression on the face of the man opposite, realized that his speech had not swayed the younger man.

He wasn't annoyed, knowing full well just how shocking his ideas were to conventional thinking.

Connecting all the world's aristocrats could form a force powerful enough to shape the world's order.

In the past, such an idea had only existed in his fantasies, and he had never shared it with anyone else.

Meeting Chu Mo today, and considering they were of similar age, Zhang Dongdong thought the other man might be more receptive to his thoughts.

More importantly, Chu Mo possessed a wealth and influence that even Zhang Dongdong's father, Zhang Dalin, had to regard with care... He had hope of realizing his vision.

If the other party was just an ordinary young man, or a rich second-generation like himself with just a little discretionary money, Zhang Dongdong would never share his terrifying ideas with them.

Since Chu Mo became his first listener, Zhang Dongdong did not intend to give up easily.

He turned his gaze to Xu Shanshan at his side. Zhang Dongdong knew that she had been live streaming all this time. His words just now were just a rough outline, and it wouldn't matter if other people learned of them.

But what he was about to talk about was the core of his plan, details too sensitive to be leaked, so he turned to the girl beside him.

"Shan Shan, don't you want to take your fans to see the mansion? The swimming pool at the entrance and those platinum arowanas in it are quite nice. Feel free to take a look around," he said.

Xu Shanshan beside him knew that they were about to discuss serious matters and, although reluctant to leave,

having the opportunity to hear the school president discuss his dreams was a novelty for the fans in the live stream room. In just ten minutes, the number of fans had already exceeded a million, and it would likely grow further had she continued.

But, even with reluctance, she had to stand up and leave.

As Xu Shanshan stood up, Chu Mo, as the host, couldn't disregard her courtesy. He waved at the butler, then instructed,

"Danny, please accompany this lady around."

Xu Shanshan, holding her cellphone, left the living room under the butler's guidance. Zhang Dongdong, after moistening his throat with some tea and falling silent for a moment, then asked with an earnest expression,

"Mr. Chu, do you think my plan to encompass all of the world's aristocrats is too extravagant?"

Chu Mo raised an eyebrow. Although Zhang Dongdong's plan was indeed extravagant, Chu Mo did not think that Zhang Dongdong was merely a daydreamer. Since he proposed such a plan, he must have a comprehensive follow-up plan.

Having nothing better to do, Chu Mo got serious for once.

"Young Master Zhang must have some sort of contingency in mind."

He took a breath, and with a solemn expression, Zhang Dongdong spoke earnestly:

"When I was studying in Britain, I was exposed to many different ideas and also studied the histories of various countries. Then I discovered an interesting thing."

Seeing Chu Mo looking interested, a faint excitement stirred in Zhang Dongdong as he continued:

"When a person's social status reaches the apex, when they live without worries, or even desires, they begin to pursue something elusive...

That is longevity. Emperor Qin Shihuang sought immortality, sending three thousand boys and girls to Penglai; Emperor Wu of Han desired eternal life, producing countless elixirs, followed by Emperor Taizong of Tang, Emperor Jiajing, and so on."

Chu Mo appeared somewhat skeptical, puzzled he asked:n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This is a sign of ancient ignorance, immortality isn't something you actually believe in, right?"

"Mr. Chu, I am a graduate of a prestigious school, after all; I do have common sense," Zhang Dongdong said with self-mockery, then became serious again:

"What I'm trying to tell Mr. Chu is a fact that when people reach a certain social status, what they pursue changes.

There definitely is no elixir of immortality, but we cannot deny products that fight aging. The once wealthiest man, Li Chao, at the age of eighty-nine, invested twenty-five million US dollars in chdex natural products company in the United States.

This company produces an anti-aging product rich in NR component.

Not long ago, the tycoon Li Renyi donated one hundred and ten million US dollars to the University of California to establish a neuroscience research institute aimed at exploring the impact of brain perception on human behavior and health."

Such examples are numerous, but these people's research has certain limitations and their scale isn't large enough; so naturally, they don't have a sufficiently large impact.

Mr. Chu has ample funds. If Mr. Chu is willing to invest ten billion, a hundred billion, or even a trillion dollars, unifying the world's top scientists in related fields to jointly research the secrets of longevity, the impact would be unprecedented.

By that time, Mr. Chu could establish a Longevity Club, with research findings being used primarily among the club's members first.

Even if there is only a slight effect, I believe many top-tier families would be willing to join.

After all, who wouldn't want to live a little longer?"

This must be the crux of Zhang Dongdong's idea.

Honestly, Zhang Dongdong's plan is more attractive than Chu Mo's simple investment of tens or hundreds of billions, because, after all, anti-aging medicine is not an intangible fantasy; it is within the realm of scientific research.

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If I really invest on the scale of a hundred billion, attracting top scientists from around the world to research the mysteries of human lifespan, it would certainly create a sensational scene, and establishing a top-tier global elite club would not be a mere fantasy.

But...

Chu Mo was just twenty-five this year, at the peak of youth and strength. Even his parents were just in their forties, far from their twilight years.

Longevity and such, the older one gets, the more tantalizing it becomes. Yet for someone like Chu Mo, who has not yet been seasoned by the years, it remains too illusory.

If Chu Mo were in his seventies or eighties, perhaps he would dive into this field without hesitation, but for now, his interest was truly minimal.

...

Just then, a graceful figure appeared at the doorway. A stunning woman in a beige chiffon dress appeared before him.

"Mr. Chu!"

Zhan Bingxue, who controlled Bafang International, the financial tower, and Tianyi Hotel and whose net worth had already reached forty-four billion, immediately bowed respectfully as soon as she stepped through the door.

Chu Mo nodded slightly.

Only then did the increasingly imposing female president at the entrance of the hall raise her head, and she gracefully made her way to Chu Mo's side.

She did not sit down but instead stood where the butler Danny had been, her stunning face full of deference.

"Allow me to introduce her. This is Madame Zhan Bingxue, Chairman of Bafang International. Xiao Xue, I suppose I don't need to introduce Mr. Zhang to you."

As Chu Mo spoke, Zhang Dongdong, who had been seated on the sofa, got up gently. The young man who would be the future successor to the wealthiest man had an air of modesty and with a serious expression, he said:

"Miss Zhan, hello. I have long admired your reputation!"