"Alas, we're getting old, and in the end, it'll be your young people's world."
At forty-six years old, in the pri of life, Yu Mingda glanced at the multi-billionaire Liu Manli, and then at the twenty-sothing Chu Mo, who nonchalantly talked as if 280 billion were nothing. The middle-aged man with the bitter face gently shook his head, then closed his mouth and said no more.
In the front row, Liu Manli gave a faint nod, took a deep look at Chu Mo, and the female tycoon worth hundreds of billions rose lightly to her feet, before walking towards the seats in the front row.
At this ti, more people began to trickle into the classroom, although the majority were middle-aged n. There were a few who were older, and even the younger ones were rarely under thirty-five years of age.
As for won, other than Liu Manli, there were only three or four others in the entire class.
Most people would politely greet Liu Manli upon their arrival, and when Chu Mo heard soone calling her class president, he realized that Liu Manli was indeed the class president of this CEO training program.
Seated in a corner, Chu Mo didn't attract much attention; at most, there were a few curious glances thrown in his direction.
Before long, as the classroom had filled with a couple dozen people, a professor with half-gray hair, probably in his fifties or sixties, approached the podium and the CEO class training officially comnced.
However, after roughly listening for a while and ascertaining that the professor was lecturing about finance, managent, and investnt, Chu Mo lost interest.
His biggest dream was to be a hands-off shopkeeper; he would just provide the capital, and as for the nitty-gritty, that was better left to the professionals.
Compared to himself, Chu Mo thought that Zhan Bingxue and Qin Zixuan would benefit more from listening here.
Finding it sowhat boring, Chu Mo yawned softly after the class ended and decided he wouldn't co back.
Of course, it wasn't entirely fruitless–at least the financial tower of Magic City had entered his vision.
Chu Mo, who wasn't close to anyone in the class, therefore rejected an invitation to join a social gathering that evening outright.
He said goodbye with a wave to Yu Mingda, with whom he could converse to so extent. As for Liu Manli, who was surrounded by several people, Chu Mo simply walked past without any interaction.
As he left the classroom and looked at his watch, it was exactly five o'clock.
Feeling nostalgic for the school cafeteria's fried chicken legs, he had planned to go there for dinner, but rembered halfway that he didn't have a cafeteria al card.
It seed like making a fuss to call Li Tingting for such a small matter, so a resigned Chu Mo shook his head and gave up on the idea.
Having already toured the entire school in the morning, there was no need to linger any longer.
He walked straight out of the school's main entrance, took out his phone, and dialed his bodyguard Shou Bo's number. After a short while, the dazzling Bugatti Veyron stopped in front of him.
"Mr. Chu."
Shou Bo, dressed in a light blue suit, exited the driver's seat, and gave a slight bow to Chu Mo. Taking the car keys, Chu Mo nodded lightly and said casually,
"You can go back; no need to follow , and oh, ask the chef to make an extra fried chicken leg tonight."
Now the head of the protection detail, earning forty thousand a month, Shou Bo nodded earnestly and replied,
"Yes, Mr. Chu, please call for anything at any ti."
Chu Mo waved his hand, and the figure headed towards the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked not far away.
Holding the car keys, Chu Mo took the driver's seat of the Bugatti. Just as he started the car, he saw at the school's main gate, a tall girl with a ponytail walking towards him.
Chu Mo withdrew his gaze and lightly tapped the gas pedal, the Bugatti roared into life and smoothly blended into the main road's traffic flow.
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A taxi behind him had slowed down from afar, and as Chu Mo proceeded normally, the cars in front and around him conscientiously maintained a safe distance.
Although it was Chu Mo's first ti driving a Bugatti, thanks to his previous experience with an Aston Martin, apart from a bit of unfamiliarity at the start, he quickly adapted to the feel.
After passing a few traffic lights, he was already in complete control.
The only pity was that the road, despite not being very congested, didn't allow for speeding and experiencing the sports car's performance, which was sowhat wishful thinking.
"Might as well go for a spin on the highway tomorrow if I have ti."
For Chu Mo, a speed of 120 on the highway was already the limit he was comfortable with. As for racing at speeds over 200 on a specialized track, that was purely for those who were full but still wanted to stuff themselves.
He didn't buy a sports car to pursue so ultimate speed, to put it simply, he was just going with the flow. If pushed to say, he definitely had the idea of showing off.
After driving the Bugatti around the city and gaining a volley of admiring or envious glances, Chu Mo still returned to the villa before it got dark.
He parked directly in front of Villa No. 1, and after getting out of the car, greeted by a respectful group of butlers and maids led by the butler, he handed the car keys to Shou Bo and entered the living room.
"Mr. Chu, the fried chicken legs you ordered are ready. Would you like to have dinner now?"
Danny's voice was as hoarse as ever. Feeling sowhat hungry, Chu Mo made his way straight to the dining room.
Just after he sat down, a maid imdiately brought warm water for him to wash his hands, and after the headmaid gently wiped his face, the dining table was gradually filled with various delicious delicacies.
Originally thinking about fried chicken legs, Chu Mo, upon seeing the table full of exquisite food, instantly pushed the thought of chicken legs to the back of his mind.
After finishing the al and wiping the corners of his mouth, Chu Mo gently stood up. Having been bustling about since morning, he felt sowhat tired and took the elevator straight up to the third floor.
After taking a bath in the bathroom and changing into comfortable pajamas, he let a maid give him a full-body massage. Feeling completely relaxed to his core, Chu Mo then headed to the study.
Having spent the day at Fudan University, he had so insights and wanted to record them while the inspiration was still fresh.
He opened his notebook, but before he could write down a few words, the phone rang. Slightly frowning from the interruption, Chu Mo picked up the phone and saw it was an unknown number. After hesitating for a mont, he still pressed to answer.
"Mr. Chu really has a refined taste. I was actually hoping to have a drink with Mr. Chu tonight, but when I asked, I found out you hadn't co."
The enchanting voice on the other end made Chu Mo frown. After a brief pause, he said uncertainly,
"Miss Liu?"
"Yes, we just t this afternoon. You couldn't have forgotten so soon, could you, Mr. Chu?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Mo, who had straightened up a bit, replied with a light laugh,
"How could that be? I just saw Miss Liu was busy in the classroom, so I didn't say goodbye when I left. Do you need sothing, Miss Liu?"
"This weekend, Zhou Tianqi, the most favored grandson of the Zhou family, is getting married. Would Mr. Chu be interested in joining the celebration?"
As Chu Mo's fingers gently tapped on the desk, the corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, and he casually said,
"Does it have to do with that financial building?"
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