Trillionaire's Slice of Life-Chapter 327 - 234 The blatantly privileged second generation (begging for subscriptions)
Chapter 327: Chapter 234 The blatantly privileged second generation (begging for subscriptions)
This world has its own rules, and as long as humanity continues to live on this Earth, no matter how exalted your status may be, even if you can break some rules, there are higher powers that will hold you in check.
No one can truly do as they please without restraint, not even the Ross family, valued at fifty trillion dollars.
Chu Mo, with his unlimited bank card and the system within him, considered himself a chosen one, but often he still had to follow certain rules.
Even when he wished to step on someone, like the bald man who had hassled Uncle Zhang in front of the Magic City financial building, the moment Chu Mo learned the man was only worth a couple of tens of billions, he entertained slapping him to death.
Because in Chu Mo’s eyes, he was mere an ant, easily crushed with no worries of retaliation.
However, when faced with the trillion-yuan assets of the four big families of Magic City, even though Chu Mo had stepped on the Wu heir at the auction, he still accepted the Wu family heir’s apology afterwards. Chu Mo knew that if he were to seriously take on the Wu family with their trillions in assets and century-old solid-established networks, even in victory, he would end up in a lot of trouble, so Chu Mo chose to compromise.
Even Chu Mo with his unlimited bank card had moments of compromise and conceding. Such is reality.
And now, in this modernized Magic City racetrack, Chu Mo’s entourage, driving six luxurious cars each worth over ten million, surrounded at all times by a dozen or twenty professional bodyguards taller than one meter ninety, and accompanied by top female servants, appeared graceful and composed!
With the wealth and elegance displayed by Chu Mo and Prince Ben Hesed, even a fool would realize their extraordinary identities!
Just like when Chu Mo saw a Koenigsegg worth twenty-six million and a SilverBirch worth fifty million amongst the opposing fleet, he instantly speculated these young individuals were not ordinary rich second generations. That’s why when the BMW young man was rude the first time, Chu Mo, weighing the pros and cons, still chose to back down!
This is the normal thought process of a mature adult with a sound mind.
To yell and scream, insisting on a fight to the death at the slightest disagreement, that’s what fools do.
If Chu Mo simply left, thus acting as if nothing had happened, he wouldn’t be petty and settle scores afterwards, and all would return to calm.
But frustratingly, not everyone in this world weighs pros and cons; indeed, there are a few brainless individuals out there. That’s probably what people mean when they say, in a big forest, there’s every kind of bird!
If the stout youth was rude the first time, Chu Mo chose to endure for the greater good and for his plan, but when the other side was rude a second time after Chu Mo had already backed off, if Chu Mo continued to retreat, then it wasn’t about being good-tempered, it would mean he truly was a pushover.
Chu Mo had his own bottom line, which was generally quite low. As long as it wasn’t deliberately crossed, he would choose to endure. But once it was crossed, things wouldn’t be so simple.
At that point, it was a fight to the death!
In car park number three of the Magic City racetrack, a row of over a dozen luxury cars, including the fifty million SilverBirch and the twenty-six million Koenigsegg, were parked. Among these cars were also a two million BMW and, in front of these cars, a group of about thirty young men and women. The youngest might have been only eighteen or nineteen, and the oldest no more than thirty. What they had in common was their defiant and unruly demeanor.
Opposite these groups of young people stood four towering bodyguards, each over two meters tall, and obviously not the kind to be trifled with.
Protected in the middle of these bodyguards was none other than the flat-faced Chu Mo.
The call Chu Mo had just made was to Jiang Tao, president of the detective agency, and he had given the BMW 6 series’ license plate number to Jiang Tao. Within ten minutes at most, the details of the stout young man in his late twenties would be laid out in front of Chu Mo!
Someone driving a two million BMW 6 series might be worth a few billion. Even counting his whole family, the total would scarcely exceed ten billion at most!
To Chu Mo, such a person was even more negligible than the bald man from before, naturally deemed an existence he could squash without a second thought!
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“I’ll give you one last chance, apologize, and we can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, be prepared for the consequences.”
The group of young men and women before him was noisy, and at this moment, the handsome young man who had been on the Koenigsegg stepped forward.
This young man, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, looked to be about the same age as Chu Mo, and about one seventy-seven in height. Pulling out a pair of large sunglasses from his pocket, he put them on his face, stepped forward two paces, took the BMW man by his shoulder, and spoke to Chu Mo:
“Buddy, today we’ve booked the entire Magic City racetrack for ourselves, and it was wrong of you to barge in. Of course, that guy with the cap spoke out of turn, and he’s at fault too. Let’s both take a step back and let it go. You take your foreign friends and get lost, and we’ll forget about your intrusion, let’s leave it at that!”
The relaxed, sunglass-wearing young man finished speaking, pulled the taller BMW man away as though his words were royal decrees that everyone must follow.
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