The Financial Mansion in Magic City, also known as Jinmao Tower, is located in the Lujiazui Financial and Trade Zone by the Huangpu River in the Pudong New Area of Magic City. The entire building is 492 ters tall.
Almost no true local of Magic City is unaware of this financial mansion that spans a full one hundred stories.
The Financial Mansion has nurous records and honors.
For example, in 2008, it was nad "Best Tall Building of the Year" by the Council on Tall Buildings and Urban Habitat.
For instance, in 2009, it won the Guinness World Record for the "Highest Observation Deck."
At the sa ti, the hotel located from the 79th to the 93rd floor also received the Guinness World Record certification for being the "World's Highest Hotel."
The Financial Mansion's construction site covers an area of 30,000 square ters, with a total building area of 381,600 square ters, accommodating a capacity of 100,000 people.
And such a super skyscraper, before long, will beco his private domain.
As he stepped through the grand and majestic main entrance, Chu Mo's heart had a montary skip, not of excitent or thrill, but an inexplicable emotion.
His gaze surveyed the entire lobby. From the second basent to the third floor above ground of the building are malls, which gather hundreds of top international luxury brands. A significant reason Chu Mo had never set foot here was that any single item wasn't sothing he could afford.
Everywhere you look is opulent and glittering. Here, you can also see many international friends with blond hair and blue eyes. But regardless of skin color, those who shop here are all part of an elite class.
Taking strides like a lion surveying his domain, Chu Mo leisurely Inspected the super skyscraper.
When one's social status and economic power reach a certain level, people do not choose brands based mainly on cost-performance ratio but consider the brand's value and symbolic status. This is the significance of luxury goods.
And in this mansion, you can find almost every brand you desire.
Hermès, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior, Ferragamo, Versace...
In front of every counter, there are one or several sales ladies with decent looks providing services to custors. Here, you see only smiles and respect, never the disdain from sales personnel that you see in the movies.
Chu Mo, clad in a custom-tailored suit, did not stand out in this mall brimming with luxury and high-end atmosphere, as there were many successful people here, individuals of noble identity and high stature who seed even more imposing than the young Chu Mo...
Naturally, as the future master of this place, Chu Mo viewed everything here with an evaluative and estimating deanor. After all, if there were any flaws, they would soon affect Chu Mo's own interests.
His steps were steady, with each stride firm and robust, his handso face also filled with indifference. As he strolled along, he exuded a sense of scholarly elegance and maturity.
When he reached a luxury brand counter, Chu Mo gently paused his steps.
Valentino.
Last ti he shopped at the central mall, Chu Mo had chosen this brand and bought Chu Xiner a dress and a pair of high heels, spending a couple of hundred thousand.
Chu Mo vividly rembered that his choice of Valentino was simply because the sales lady there was the most beautiful.
To this day, Chu Mo could no longer rember that sales lady's na, and even her face had grown blurry.
Re-encountering the brand here, however, prompted a touch of nostalgia in Chu Mo.
The mont Chu Mo stopped, the sales lady at the counter, about 165 centiters tall and wearing black high heels, greeted him with a smile:
"Good afternoon, sir, welco to the Valentino counter. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
The sales lady's voice was sweet but not sickly, and her pretty face bead with a smile that felt like a warm spring breeze.
Chu Mo's glance swept over her face before he turned and walked into this top international luxury boutique.
"Sir, would you like to introduce you to so suitable styles? Your build is quite tall and balanced; you would look great in most of our clothes."
Chu Mo, who was never sensitive to fashion and dressing up, only glanced at the clothes on the counter a few tis before he admittedly gave up on choosing, turning his attention to the smiling and sweet sales lady beside him. He casually said,
"Pick out a simple casual outfit for ."
The increasingly sweet-voiced woman nodded gently and earnestly replied,
"Certainly, sir. Please have a seat here and wait for a mont, and I will be at your service."
Chu Mo did not sit down but instead casually strolled around the counter. When he saw the sweet-voiced sales assistant holding a white shirt, he intentionally glanced at the price tag on the brand.
Eight thousand eight hundred RMB.
Chu Mo waved his hand nonchalantly and then pointed to a short-sleeved shirt beside him, speaking in an even tone: Discover stories at empire
"I'll try this one on."
The woman holding the white shirt followed Chu Mo's pointing finger, and for a mont, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes as she spoke respectfully:
"Certainly, sir. You have great taste. This is our latest release, personally designed by our chief designer at Valentino…"
The sales assistant put the white shirt back, then carefully picked up the short-sleeved one.
The price tag of one hundred and thirty-nine thousand nine hundred RMB was naturally the reason for her excitent.
As Chu Mo was about to try it on, his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
He gestured for the other person to wait, pulled out his phone, and answered the call.
"Hello…"
"Good day, Mr. Chu, this is Zhao Ziqi from Hua Zheng Law Firm. Currently, I am with Danny at the Zhou family's place. The opposing counsel team has prepared the contract, and after careful review by myself and several senior lawyers, we have so points to report to you."
The sales assistant voluntarily took two steps back without any sign of impatience on her face.
Chu Mo, phone in hand, kept his expression unchanged and said:
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Mr. Chu, the contract's main content is fine, it's just that we are unsure about a few small details and need to consult with you.
First, the Financial Tower houses a total of three hundred and fifty-nine tenants, and according to the contract, these tenants' leases will not expire until the end of the year. However, their rent has already been paid to the Zhou family…"
Chu Mo listened quietly. He naturally had not discussed these minor issues in great detail with the elder of the Zhou family the night before. Now that the contract signing was imminent, everything would be clearly written in black and white. With Danny and the lawyers uncertain, Chu Mo needed to give his input.
He listened quietly, occasionally giving an opinion. Though terse, each comnt was solemn and authoritative.
"Three hundred fifty tenants, the entailed rent is roughly 1.4 billion. Compared to the building worth several hundred billion, this small profit can be ignored. Try to negotiate as much as you can."
...
The sales assistant holding the shirt worth tens of thousands quietly and obediently waited, occasionally glancing at the young man's face, feeling sowhat intrigued by his serious and focused deanor.
She naturally did not think the man opposite her was pretending for her benefit, his attire alone was not sothing a re sales assistant could comprehend.
The ease with which he decided on the fate of billions in funds, his focused deanor, was indeed lethally attractive to won.
...
After about ten minutes and resolving the last term, a calm voice ca from the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Chu, in that case, all the clauses are essentially fine. The Family Head of the Zhou family, Zhou Weimin, wishes to sign the contract as soon as possible. When are you available to sign it?"
"Send the location, I'll be there in no more than an hour."
After hanging up, Chu Mo's lips curved slightly upwards.
Since the contract was confird to be problem-free, in an hour's ti, once he and the Zhou family signed the contract, this financial tower worth twenty-seven billion would officially belong to him.
In high spirits and not one to dally, he withdrew the Centurion Black Gold Card from his pocket and handed it to the woman, his tone light and cheerful:
"Please pack this shirt for !"
"Charge it!"
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