Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Before long, all of the waitstaff in the coffee shop were in motion.

Most of the customers had a clear view of what was occurring and, with dozens of muscular men glaring around and the coffee shop offering to comp their meals, no one wanted to cause themselves trouble; the vast majority chose to leave immediately.

Of course, not everyone was willing to accept the situation. In the central booth, four or five young men and women didn't budge despite the waiter's whispered urging. One of the youths, probably about twenty-three or twenty-four, became even more rowdy and started banging on the table.

The young waiter kept their head low and dared not speak while the elegant manager, at that moment, promptly stepped forward.

"Our apologies, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, we've made the immediate decision to close. We humbly ask for your understanding in this inconvenience,

To show our sincerity, everything you ordered today is on the house. Additionally, we will provide you with a complimentary membership card, which will entitle you to a 30% discount on all future purchases."

The experienced manager handled the situation skillfully, speaking in a low voice to avoid any trouble.

However, the young man didn't seem inclined to back down upon seeing the woman's conciliatory attitude and became even more irate.

At that moment, Chu Mo, sitting at the corner by the window, slightly furrowed his brows and glanced sideways at Jiang Tao, who immediately understood the cue and nodded toward a tall man beside him.

The man named Fang Lihu, even taller than Jiang Tao who stood at two meters twenty, towered like a human tank as he walked toward the central booth.

At that moment, the beautiful manager in high heels, who barely came up to Fang Lihu's chest, hesitated briefly before stepping aside to let him through.

Fang Lihu, reaching a height of two meters thirty and weighing a hefty 230 pounds, didn't say a word, merely looking down at the young man from above.

The previously arrogant youth suddenly lost his edge, but maybe because his friends were beside him and he didn't want to lose face, he steeled himself and said with forced composure,

"We are customers here, by what right are you telling us to leave?"

Fang Lihu, standing two heads taller than the youth, didn't waste words. He reached out with his hands, grabbed the youth's shoulders, and with some effort, lifted the young man straight into the air.

Then, as the young man's face turned red, Fang Lihu turned around, carried the youth out of the booth, and gently set him down on the floor. Fang Lihu took a moment to straighten the creases in the youth's clothes with his calloused hands, his gruff voice issuing a warning,

"Don't cause trouble for yourself, the consequences would be quite severe."

The youth opened his mouth, as if to argue, but words failed to emerge as five or six more burly men started approaching. At that moment, the other youths in the booth didn't dare to make a scene. They quickly got up and, pulling the youth along, they swiftly left the coffee shop.

With that, all of the coffee shop's customers had departed.

"Everyone find a seat; order whatever you want to drink,"

Chu Mo said in a soft voice that still carried throughout the hall. Dozens of muscular men immediately found places to sit, and the waitstaff were bustling again.

Meanwhile, the manager with her long hair pinned neatly behind her head, revealing her delicate neck, approached Chu Mo again. After sizing him up with a complex expression, she cautiously asked,

"Sir, would you like anything to drink?"

Chu Mo glanced at his watch— it wasn't even four o'clock yet, with more than an hour to go before the time he had arranged. With plenty of time to spare, he said directly,

"Bring me something to eat, a plate of pasta will do, and a glass of juice as well."

Upon hearing this, the manager, who was undoubtedly attractive, seemed momentarily stunned. However, she soon recovered and nodded,

"Of course, sir. Please give me a moment."

Chu Mo had been busy writing all morning, not finishing up until two in the afternoon, and he hadn't had lunch. He hadn't felt hungry on the way over, but after the recent commotion, his stomach began to protest.

It wasn't a long wait; before too long, the beautiful manager brought over a plate of Italian pasta and some pastries personally. She set down the juice and food, then bent down slightly and said gently,

"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

Chu Mo waved his hand and, as the other party was about to leave, he took the initiative to say:

"Thank you for your trouble."

The woman carrying the air of mature charm paused in her steps, remained silent for a moment, then turned and left.

The sign for temporarily closed had already been hung up at the entrance to the cafe, and any customers wishing to enter were turned away by the waitstaff at the door.

Sixteen luxury cars were neatly parked in front of the cafe, including Jiang Tao and Shou Bo, a total of sixty-two bodyguards quietly sat in the cafe's main hall.

Due to hunger, the Italian pasta in front of him tasted surprisingly delicious. After Chu Mo finished a plate of pasta and then ate a few pastries, he finally felt full.

By this time, it was just ten minutes past four o'clock.

There were fifty minutes left until the appointed time.

Somewhat bored, Chu Mo took out his phone and, after hesitating for a moment, dialed a number.

After two rings, the call was answered.

"Mr. Chu."

On the other end of the phone was the slightly hoarse voice of the butler Danny. Chu Mo, with a calm expression, went straight to the point:

"Xin'er and Tao Yun have been picked up and taken to the villa, right?"

Without any hesitation, Danny's voice came immediately.

"Yes, Mr. Chu, Miss Xin'er and Miss Yun are at the villa, and their two roommates have also come along. They are currently swimming in the pool on the third floor, attended by the maids. Please be assured, Mr. Chu."

Hearing this, Chu Mo, not a man for many words, acknowledged with a sound and then hung up the phone.

His fingers flipped through the contact list once more, and shortly after, Chu Mo pressed another number.

"It's me."

Chu Mo was succinct.

On the other end, Qin Zixuan was also brief, immediately saying with respect:

"Mr. Chu, the action has already begun on our side. The six artists we maneuvered have collectively resigned. The board has begun convening a shareholders' meeting. Unless something unexpected happens, after the meeting, Chairman Yun Wu will be ousted."

Although unseen by the other side, Chu Mo still nodded slightly, then instructed:

"Don't be complacent. Until the very last moment, you cannot let your guard down. This operation cannot afford any mishaps."

After the other party agreed, Chu Mo hung up the call.

At that moment, a waiter brought him a cup of coffee.

Chu Mo held the coffee and sipped it gently. His gaze swept outside the window, and then he caught sight of a young man wearing sunglasses striding towards the cafe.

The waitstaff at the door immediately tried to stop him, but the unyielding young man in sunglasses barged in directly. His gaze swept around the cafe, and then the youth, who was cursing under his breath, shouted loudly:

"Who is Chu Mo? If you have the guts, show yourself. Our Young Master Yun would like a word."

As the words fell, the entire hall, some fifty or sixty burly men, instantly rose to their feet, all of them fixing unfriendly stares on the young man in sunglasses.