Trillionaire's Slice of Life

He didn\'t approach to greet her, but after withdrawing his gaze, he opened the laptop in front of him and started checking his emails.

The article he wrote in the afternoon hadn\'t passed the review, the editor\'s feedback was that it contained too much of his own reflection, which did not fit with the magazine\'s light and casual theme.

He opened the article and read through it again, this time purely from a reader\'s perspective, and sure enough, the problems became evident.

The piece he had poured over for two hours in the cafe today was filled with life reflections throughout, and many insights he thought were clever seemed somewhat nonsensical without context—in retrospect, not to mention the editor, he himself now felt a strong sense of embarrassment!

Scratching his head, though he felt a bit regretful, Chu Mo was accustomed to his drafts being rejected, so it didn\'t hit him that hard.

"Sir, your braised tofu is ready, the big plate chicken will have to wait a bit longer, the kitchen is working on it!"

The server\'s slightly apologetic voice rang out. Glancing at the bustling restaurant, Chu Mo didn\'t say much.

It was Friday, and because the weekend was coming up, there were a lot more people out shopping than usual. Naturally, all the restaurants were packed. Chu Mo had anticipated this when he arrived, so it wasn\'t a surprise.

He didn\'t rush the server to bring the rice; it was still early, and Chu Mo was in no hurry at all!

His eyes casually swept over the restaurant again, and he caught sight of a server with somewhat straw-like hair and a tired complexion, carefully attending to a table of guests, with fatigue and numbness lingering in her large eyes.

As their gazes met, Chu Mo nodded gently like the shy girl who quickly averted her eyes and hurried towards the kitchen!

Two years had passed, yet her timid and fearful character hadn\'t changed in the slightest.

Chu Mo chuckled at himself, his attention drifting away as his focus grew increasingly blurred.

On the sixth day of possessing the infinite credit card, Chu Mo had gradually grown accustomed to his new identity. In just six days, he had spent a staggering twelve billion, averaging two billion a day.

This was something he wouldn\'t have dared to dream of before.

Now he was able to remain calm and composed, sometimes he even admired his own bravery.

From the initial skepticism and caution to the excessive spending and profligacy, Chu Mo had now reached a state of equanimity. He no longer displayed the demeanor of a nouveau riche as he had before.

Of course, after the initial excitement and novelty wore off, Chu Mo, who had returned to a state of calmness, finally began to plan for his future.

To explain his newfound wealth to his family and relatives, Chu Mo had come up with two strategies: winning the lottery and publishing a book.

The lottery was the easiest to understand and accept. He thought that bringing home a lottery ticket that had won five million would raise no suspicions. At most, he would be called a lucky guy.

As for how to win the lottery, Chu Mo had given it some thought. He didn\'t lack money, so he could just buy a complete set of numbers for a particular draw.

Chu Mo calculated that he would need to spend over twenty million to cover all possible numbers and win a jackpot. It would be a loss, of course, but as an infinite tycoon, Chu Mo didn\'t care about losing a few million. As long as he could explain the source of his wealth, it was all worthwhile.

Alternatively, there was publishing a book. Over the past two years, Chu Mo had been writing articles almost every day, and the quality was there, or else most of them wouldn\'t have been published in magazines. His plan was to compile these articles and publish them.

Naturally, he didn\'t need to worry about sales after publishing. Even if he couldn\'t sell a single copy, Chu Mo could buy them himself. Just buying a few hundred thousand copies would cover the publishing costs.

Of course, this method would take longer to show results, as it required some time to prepare.

As for other methods like starting a company or making investments, Chu Mo had absolutely no interest in them.

Firstly, he had no familiarity with starting companies. If he were to start a company, it would likely just entail blindly throwing in money and then finding someone to manage it. Moreover, he\'d have to worry about the potential of being cheated—a complete waste of time and effort.

Then there was the fact that Chu Mo had no interest in starting companies. It wasn\'t in line with his ethos as a carefree, affluent individual. With unlimited funds at his disposal, Chu Mo had set a plan for himself: to live a relaxed and easy life without wasting time on any troublesome matters!

"Sir, your meal is ready. Please enjoy," said the server.

The braised tofu in front of him had already lost its warmth, and the big plate chicken had just been served. It was just as well that it was summer, and a cooler meal didn\'t matter. Chu Mo didn\'t bother to make a fuss and just started eating.

The appeal of the big plate chicken relied entirely on the spiciness to stimulate the taste buds, but it failed to bring out the tenderness of the chicken. As for the braised tofu... it had cooled down completely; it\'s best left unsaid.

In the restaurant, people were coming and going, with over a dozen servers busily tending to customers non-stop. Chu Mo wasn\'t fussy about food; he could enjoy delicacies as well as simple bread and vegetables. Thus, he gobbled down the two dishes in front of him as if he were sweeping fallen leaves with the wind.

Compared to the delicate and flavorful culinary skills of the five-star chef in the No. 1 villa, the dishes in the restaurant seemed like a mix of various heavy seasonings, with no basis for comparison.

"Why don\'t I just learn to cook properly from the chef and max out my culinary skills!"

Chu Mo knew that his cooking skills were actually on par with an ordinary restaurant chef\'s level. When compared with a real chef, the difference was substantial.

In the past, Chu Mo watched some gourmet programs online, figuring out how to cook by himself. Now that he had the opportunity, he thought about learning culinary skills comprehensively.

It wasn\'t purely to cook for someone; the fundamental reason was that Chu Mo had this hobby. Seeing others show satisfaction with the dishes he made was akin to receiving recognition for his articles. To Chu Mo, these were all things that brought happiness.

He sat from eight in the evening until one in the morning, during which he rewrote an article. This time he learned his lesson, deleting all the excessive reflections and retaining only what he considered the essence. He edited and refined the piece until three hours later he finally completed it.

When he saw the waitstaff begin cleaning, Chu Mo stood up and went to the counter to pay the bill, which totaled seventy-nine yuan.

After settling the account, Chu Mo, carrying his laptop, stood at the entrance of the restaurant for a while. Suddenly, he felt an urge to smoke a cigarette. However, since he normally didn\'t smoke and didn\'t have any cigarettes in his pocket, he could only give up regretfully!

He didn\'t have to wait long before a timid voice came from behind him!

"Brother, you don\'t have to wait for me. It\'s so late, I can make it on my own!"

Turning around, standing behind him was that waitress from the restaurant who hadn\'t dared to give him even a glance, her hair dull and yellowed.

Chu Mo didn\'t respond. He hailed a taxi and took the front passenger seat. Looking at the girl who was still nervously fidgeting at the roadside, Chu Mo suddenly smiled and said:

"Chu Xiner, if you don\'t get in soon, I\'ll lock you out!"

At his words, the girl with a face full of grievance hopped into the taxi\'s back seat like a little rabbit!

"Brother, you really don\'t need to wait for me so late, I can walk there on my own."

Chu Mo told the driver the destination, and the taxi slowly started, with the girl with the yellowed hair being extra cautious.

Turning his head, Chu Mo looked at the girl\'s pale face, marred by poor nourishment, and opened his mouth several times, but in the end, he didn\'t utter any earth-shattering declarations.

A few minutes later, the taxi slowly stopped at Sunshine Residence, a distance the girl usually walked in at least an hour.

After paying with a scan of his phone, they both exited the taxi. Looking up at the crescent moon, half-hidden behind clouds, Chu Mo whispered:

"Summer break is coming up, right?"

The girl with the yellowed hair nodded lightly, her voice barely audible from her throat as she agreed with a "Mhm"!

"Don\'t rush back this summer break. Stay and work for me, I\'ll talk to your uncle about it!"

As these words were spoken, the girl who had been looking down the whole time finally lifted her head and then timidly said:

"Cousin, can I work for you in the evening? I\'ve already made plans with my classmates to work at an electronics factory over the summer break. I\'ll work during the day, but can I help you in the evenings?"

Her soft voice, filled with plaintive tentativeness, seemed afraid that her cousin, who provided her accommodation every weekend, would be upset. The girl with big eyes looked apprehensive.

They rode the elevator up to the thirteenth floor and then tiptoed into the apartment. Without turning on the lights, they used the glow of their phones to navigate the dark room, not wishing to wake Yang Xuan, who was already resting. Both Chu Mo and the girl moved quietly.

Seeing the girl go into the guest room, Chu Mo waved his hand and whispered:

"Remember to wake me up before you leave tomorrow. Don\'t leave silently on your own."

Seeing her nod in confusion, Chu Mo then returned to his own room.

He put down his laptop, took off his shoes, and flung himself onto the bed, picking up his phone to check the time.

It was 1:40 a.m. Usually, the young girl wouldn\'t arrive until at least 2:30 a.m., all to save twenty yuan in taxi fare!

Overtaken by sleepiness, he yawned lightly and mumbled that he must treat Xin\'er well tomorrow before falling deep into sleep.

His family had warned him two years ago to take good care of his cousin. Since he hadn\'t been able to do so for various reasons before, now that he had the means, he would start making it up to her from tomorrow!