Chapter 350: Chapter 229: The Ambition Sparked by a Single Grain of Rice
“Please relay a ssage to Prince Ben Hesed for , I’ll definitely co to visit Dubai soon, and the first phase of ten billion in investnt will be doubled to twenty billion,” Chu Mo instructed lightly. “I hope the Prince will take good care of our staff. If the first phase investnt goes smoothly, the second phase will be increased to one hundred billion. Moreover, let’s put an end to the incident involving the young master of the Yang family from the Capital City, Yang Xiulu. I will need the Prince to also give Li Xiaoyao, the Family Head of the Li family in Jiangnan, a call regarding this matter. That would be greatly appreciated…! Alright, please convey my ssage to His Highness the Prince. I’ll see him in Dubai!”
After ending the call with Prince Ben Hesed, heir to the throne of Dubai, Chu Mo carelessly slipped his phone back into his pocket.
And it was this seemingly trivial phone call that filled Yang Xiulu, the third young master of the Yang family standing beside him, with gratitude and excitent.
For him, Chu Mo’s call would lift many restrictions that had been placed upon him. For starters, his previously locked credit cards would be reactivated, and he, the third young master of the Yang family, would once again rise to prominence.
Yang Xiulu with his handso face raised his glass, his expression now exceedingly respectful.
“Chu Shao, words cannot express my gratitude. I owe you a great favor,” he declared solemnly.
Chu Mo rely glanced at him casually. As far as Chu Mo was concerned, this third young master of the Yang family, who had completely lost his inheritance rights, was now worthless to associate with. Without the prospect of inheriting the Yang family’s trillion-dollar fortune, Yang Xiulu would simply beco an ordinary rich second-generation heir. He might have been able to wield the Yang family’s influence amongst ordinary people, but he no longer had any right to sit at the sa table with Chu Mo.
Of course, reality notwithstanding, one must maintain at least the basics of civility. Chu Mo raised his glass, clinked it lightly against that of the young master before him, and said nonchalantly,
“The person you should really be thanking is Miss Yang. If Miss Yang Duoer hadn’t stepped in to deal with that group of top-notches at the club for , I wouldn’t be here. So, this glass is to Miss Yang – my respects!”
Sitting across from him was Yang Duoer, her exquisite face partially covered with a thin veil, which concealed most of her cheeks. She too raised her glass gently, then lifted the veil with a flick of her hand to discreetly sip the fine wine.
After Chu Mo finished his second glass, he intended to set his cup upside down, but then he caught a glimpse of Li Hongda, the eldest young master of the Li family from Jiangnan, who was sitting beside him. Considering Li Hongda was a direct heir to the Li family and a future tycoon with a potential net worth in the trillions, Chu Mo indeed had the intention of befriending him. Therefore, he allowed Yang Duoer to refill his glass as she rose from her seat.
At that mont, Yang Xiulu, who was by his side and in high spirits with the impending lifting of his restrictions, suddenly spoke up,
“Mr. Chu, try this bowl of rice. I think soone of Mr. Chu’s status must be tired of all kinds of exotic delicacies by now, so I’ve prepared sothing special. The rice in front of you is called rouge rice, officially known as Imperial Rouge Rice. It was specially reserved for the royal family in ancient tis and stands as the finest among tribute rice, extrely scarce in quantity. Once cooked, it has the color of rouge and emits a delightful fragrance, surpassing all other rice in flavor, appearance, and nutritional value.”
“This kind of rice costs two hundred eighty thousand per half kilogram, and it’s so rare that it’s almost impossible to find on the market. Even with the power and influence of the Li family from the Capital City, we only get three to five kilograms of it each year. Even my father, Yang Tianxia, can only enjoy it occasionally. To match the quality of this rice, I’ve used hundred-year water to wash the grains. This water is one of the ten most expensive bottled waters in the world, extracted from a few thousand feet deep under the seabed. It boasts fresh water resources that, after complex optimization and processing, are believed to have miraculous skin-improving effects.”
“Moreover, the rice is mixed with the roe of the golden King Crab, which is more than ten tis rarer than the King Crab. Once cooked, the at is tender, delicious, and has a golden sheen akin to actual gold. Even caviar doesn’t compare to the roe of the golden King Crab. This bowl of rice contains roe from four golden King Crabs, and just this small bowl is worth more than two hundred thousand! Ordinary wealthy folk couldn’t buy it even if they offered five hundred thousand. It’s just too rare.”
“I’ve put a lot of thought into making sure Mr. Chu enjoys this al!”
As Yang Xiulu finished speaking, Chu Mo looked down at the small bowl of rice in front of him, its golden color catching his eye. He had indeed noticed a tantalizing aroma earlier, originally assuming it was coming from the dishes, not realizing it was actually the small bowl of rice that was giving off such an enticing scent.
Chu Mo’s gaze swept over the three others at the table, only to discover, besides the small bowl of rice in front of him, the spaces before the other three, including Li Hongda, the eldest son of the Li family, were all empty.
Even Li Hongda, the esteed guest from the Li family, didn’t receive such treatnt, which underscored the preciousness of the small bowl of rice before him. It also showed the extent to which the Yang siblings had gone to in honoring him.
Li Hongda, sitting by Chu Mo’s side, simply curved his mouth slightly. The Yang family of Capital City received an annual quota of three to five catties of this rouge rice, and the Jiangnan Li family naturally had a similar quota. As the sole heir of the Li family, Li Hongda had his fair share of this top-grade tribute rice. Thus, although the rouge rice was precious, he didn’t take it to heart.
However, it was the first ti Chu Mo had heard of this top-grade rouge rice. The rice he usually ate was Jinyang Rice. There were two villages in Jinyang Town, Dashuyazhai Village on the North Bank of Qingjiang and Dali Village. These two villages contained a plot of land over 100 acres in size, with cold paste fields (also known as cold death fields, which can only grow one rice crop a year and are low-yield). They were irrigated with spring water. These natural environntal conditions contributed to the high price of 8400 yuan per catty for Jinyang Rice.
The disparity between Jinyang Rice, costing over eight thousand yuan, and rouge rice, priced at 280,000 yuan per catty, was more than just a little.
If one could still buy Jinyang Rice with money, the rouge rice before him couldn’t be obtained simply by having a hefty sum of cash. To enjoy this rouge rice, one needed not just money but also a vast influence. The Li family of Capital City, one of Hua Country’s great eight families, could only secure three to five catties of rouge rice a year. As for the so-called top four families of the magical tropolis, they most likely didn’t have any quota at all!
As for Chu Mo…
Though he possessed limitless wealth, due to lack of sufficient power, he simply couldn’t enjoy such things.
His interest piqued, a glint of curiosity flashed in Chu Mo’s eyes as he politely picked up the small spoon before him. After scooping a spoonful, he placed it in his mouth, where the fragrance filled his senses. The combination of the sweet and sticky flavor of rice and the fresh tenderness of the gold imperial crab’s roe enriched the incomparable taste of that small bowl of rice.
Chu Mo savored the taste slowly, and the gleam buried deep in his eyes grew brighter.
Ever since he obtained the unlimited credit card, Chu Mo had confined his gaze to the magical tropolis!
His plans and developnt were all unfolded there.
Although the magical tropolis was the largest financial city in Hua Country, when it ca to the political clout in Hua Country, Capital City far surpassed it.
Compared to the great eight families of Hua Country, the so-called four major families of the magical tropolis were lacking significantly. The simplest example was the small bowl of rouge rice before him: each of Hua Country’s great eight families had a certain quota, whereas the families of the magical tropolis couldn’t even see a rice husk.
That was just one aspect; as for the myriad of other invisible, incalculable advantages, they were countless.
In that mont, as Chu Mo looked around, his gaze taking in the priceless Prince Gong’s Mansion, worth at least hundreds of billions, he took a deep breath. As he set down his bowl and chopsticks, an answer had already begun to form in the depths of his heart.
It was ti to step out of the magical tropolis and set his sights on the whole world.
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