What kind of presence do the other tycoons have?
With a trace of a smile flashing in his eyes at the thought, Chu Mo stepped forward. A dozen of the hotel's senior executives imdiately stepped aside to make way for him, while the neatly arranged welcoming ladies bowed in unison to greet him.
At this ti, walking on Chu Mo's left was Zhan Bingxue, the chairman of Bafang International Hotel.
Standing at 1.75 ters tall, with high heels that almost brought her level with Chu Mo, her waist-length dark red hair was neatly pinned up at the back of her head, baring her snow-white neck and adding a cold aura to her whole being.
And closely following on Chu Mo's right was Qin Zi Xuan, dressed in a beige business suit. She stood 1.71 ters tall with a full and balanced figure. The delicate, rimless glasses on her nose added an intellectual and elegant aura to her.
Appearing to experience such an entourage for the first ti, this newly appointed maid at Emperor Xuan Villas looked slightly constrained.
However, if one observed carefully, one could see the excitent in the eyes of this double master's degree holder from Harvard, as well as an indescribable emotion.
Chu Mo, clad in a custom suit worth 980,000, had a confident and calm deanor, his handso and robust face, and arched eyebrows occasionally lifted his wrist, revealing the Patek Philippe on his left wrist worth 17 million, further emphasizing his owner's luxurious restraint.
Amid the throng of followers behind him, Chu Mo walked through the luxurious and imposing doors of the hotel with composed steps.
The first thing that caught his eye was still the huge and gorgeous crystal chandelier overhead. As his gaze swept across the lobby, it soon settled on a dining table near the window.
Qiu Guodong, the chairman of Kangi, a middle-aged man with a slightly receding hairline that made his forehead appear large, was leisurely savouring a glass of red wine in the company of several senior hotel executives.
His chosen seat was the sa one where the party of five had sat on their last visit to the hotel.
Qiu Guodong was the second richest of the four crafty old foxes, ranking 97th on last year's Forbes billionaire list with a fortune of 24.2 billion.
Similarly, with 1.8 billion in funds, Qiu Guodong owned 20% of the hotel's shares and was the third-largest shareholder after Chu Mo and Sun Shangwu.
Naturally, his 20% stake was one of Chu Mo's targets for the evening.
At the entrance to the glamorous hotel lobby, the mont Chu Mo, who was walking straight ahead, paused briefly, he changed direction and headed towards the corner.
With a smile on his handso face, Chu Mo, not yet at a stop, spoke first:
"Sorry, I got a bit held up on the road, kept you waiting, Mr. Qiu."
The slightly bald Qiu Guodong nodded with a smile and did not stand up, casually responding:
"Chu, a busy man managing billions, does not even bat an eyelid at tens of billions like us. It's only natural for small fry like us to wait a bit."
Chu Mo, who initially intended to shake hands, slightly raised his eyebrows and withdrew his half-raised right hand, the smile on his face fading by a third.
It seed that the chairman of Kangi shares was still dwelling on Chu Mo's decision to put Zhan Bingxue in charge of Bafang International Hotel.
"Mr. Qiu jests. In this world, no one would think they have too much money."
Qin Zi Xuan personally helped Chu Mo pull out his chair, and as he sat down grandly opposite Qiu Guodong, he noticed that beside Qiu was a portly middle-aged man.
Just as Chu Mo wondered who this man, worthy of a seat at the table, was, the corpulent man across with a belly like a general suddenly said with a sneer:
"Chairman Zhan sure makes a grand entrance. Calling for the entire hotel staff to greet just anyone. What about the other guests? Shouldn't they receive attention? Bafang International has only just settled in, and if we keep on throwing our weight around like this, we'll squander all of the hotel's foundation and there'll be nothing left to rejuvenate."
The portly middle-aged man looked at Zhan Bingxue with arrogance in his eyes, but after finishing, he turned towards Qiu Guodong with a hint of flattery on his face.
Chu Mo was even more puzzled, wondering who this portly middle-aged man was and by what right he occupied that position when he had only invited Qiu Guodong, Lin Hongqiang, Sun Shangwu, and Li Tianming, the four of them.
However, Chu Mo guessed that the other party might also be a billionaire, and not wanting to make unnecessary enemies, he repressed his irritation and with a trace of curiosity in his eyes, he gently asked,
"Mr. Qiu, who is this?"
Before Qiu Guodong could speak, Zhan Bingxue, who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly said,
"Mr. Chu, this is Manager Zhao from Bafang International Hotel, he's in charge of finance, one of the thirteen executives of the company."
Upon hearing this, Chu Mo shook his head slightly with a look of disbelief and said,
"A hotel manager dares to question the decisions of the company's chairman? Who has given him such audacity?"
Without regarding the displeased look on the face of the hefty man across the table, Chu Mo's voice was cool as he lightly tapped the dining table in front of him while softly saying,
"Take a look at the kind of people who should be sitting in these seats."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another commotion at the hotel entrance. Chu Mo turned his head and sure enough, the figures of the three presidents, Sun Shangwu, Lin Hongqiang, and Li Tianming, appeared before him, accompanied by a host of followers.
Even before they arrived, the booming voice of Sun Shangwu could already be heard.
"Little Brother Chu, what is it that couldn't be said over the phone and required a face-to-face eting? I've had to turn down several engagents for tonight's eting; you'll have to compensate for any losses, Little Brother Chu."
The incident at Seasons Pavilion the night before had brought Chu Mo and Sun Shangwu closer, as Sun had favors to ask of Chu. The three billion yuan investnt in Fudan University was only verbally agreed upon by Chu Mo, and the money had not yet been transferred.
So, even just for that three billion yuan investnt, Sun Shangwu's attitude was the warst.
Chu Mo stood up to shake hands with the three presidents, exchanged pleasantries, and once the group of four sat down, there were exactly six people at the table.
The seating arrangent remained the sa as at their last eting, the only difference being the addition of a portly middle-aged man to what had previously been a five-person discussion.
Including Chu Mo, the five shareholders who owned one hundred percent of Bafang International's equity were all billionaires, and the sixth person was an employee of the hotel.
At best, he could be considered a high-level employee, but his presence here was indeed sowhat incongruous.
As the attentions of the others present drifted inconspicuously towards the overweight man, the face of the hotel general manager in charge of Bafang International's finances had already started to pale slightly.
Chu Mo didn't want to waste any more ti on a minor character, especially after having ntally sentenced him, barely giving the man another glance. He snapped his fingers lightly, and Zhan Bingxue imdiately stepped forward, leaning in.
With an indifferent look, Chu Mo casually said,
"Serve the al. Bring out the hotel's best wines, and put them on my personal account."
Zhan Bingxue, who nodded respectfully, turned and gave a couple of instructions to the lobby manager, and the rest would be taken care of by soone else.
"Little Brother Chu, getting the four of us together must be about more than just having a drink."
As Lin Hongqiang, who had sold the Emperor Xuan Villas to him, smiled and spoke while adjusting his glasses, Chu Mo didn't beat around the bush but directly said,
"Indeed, there's a matter I need to trouble you presidents with. We'll discuss it while we eat."
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