Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The Exhibition Hall in the Devil's Capital was built 65 years ago and, due to its age, naturally lags behind recent constructions such as the Devil's Capital Financial Tower and World Trade Square.

Yet when it comes to historical standing, the Exhibition Hall's status is unparalleled; it has hosted numerous large-scale domestic and international exhibitions and served as the site for the Devil's Capital representative assembly.

The number of people in Devil's Capital who have the prerogative to hold a grand wedding here does not exceed ten.

The main hall used for Zhou Tianqi's wedding, the eldest grandson of the Zhou family, is very spacious—at least 2,000 square meters—allowing for one to two thousand people to dine at the same time without feeling crowded.

At this moment, sitting quietly at the front row of the banquet hall in an elegant black gown, was Yang Xuan.

After Chu Mo left, losing her support, Yang Xuan could clearly feel her heart pounding "thump thump" in her chest.

She felt as though she might explode at any moment, only managing to disguise her inner tension by continuously drinking water.

Having never set foot in such a splendid venue, the entire hall was filled with opulence and extravagance. Even the massive crystal chandeliers overhead made her feel dizzy...

Looking around, her eyes met with polite elites, high-end tailored attire, gold and silver jewelry, and necklaces seen only in luxury shops...

The only decent item she had was an LV bag which, in this setting, was nothing to brag about.

All of this, she had only ever seen on television.

Yang Xuan lifted her glass of red wine, gently sipped it, and her cheeks—already a rosy pink—flushed even more.

Even though she was surrounded by A-list celebrities and had even spotted quite a few of the superstars who were recently huge hits, she desperately wanted to get up and ask for an autograph or even better, a photo with them.

Yet each time she saw the genteel, distinguished guests around her, Yang Xuan's impulses were suppressed by a touch of fear.

After waiting a while for Chu Mo to return, she drank two more glasses of red wine, and as fear in the bottom of her heart was gradually replaced by a faint excitement, suddenly a figure emerged before her.

Yang Xuan looked up and then a chubby, amiable middle-aged man appeared in front of her.

A flicker of panic in her eyes, Yang Xuan hastily stood up and bowed:

"President Song."

"You are Yang Xuan from the business department, right? You have remarkable abilities; I've been watching you for a long time. I've always intended to find an opportunity to elevate your level. After returning, we'll have to increase your responsibilities. After all, the company's future depends on young people like you who are willing to fight."

Song Shijie, fifty-four years old, is the chairman and founder of Shijie Trade Group.

With a market value of 3.8 billion Hua Country currency, Shijie Trade Group is a sizable enterprise. They were invited to tonight's wedding banquet due to some business ties with the Zhou family.

Yet what Song Shijie did not anticipate was that, upon his arrival, he could only sit at the end of the hall, while a mere business manager from his company was warmly received by the Zhou family.

Having seen Yang Xuan walk the red carpet outside the hall, his mind started racing.

Knowing his status, he was not even qualified to walk the red carpet, yet this minor employee had managed to do so, and Song Shijie realized this might just be an opportunity for his rise.

Facing the president of her boss's boss, the group president who typically wouldn't spare her a second glance, Yang Xuan was naturally exceedingly cautious. But upon hearing that he intended to promote her, her eyes widened in gratitude:

"Thank you for the trust, Chairman. I will certainly work doubly hard in the future and will not let you down."

Yang Xuan was currently a mid-level manager in the company, playing a moderately significant role in the business department. If she followed the regular progression of her career, it would take at least five years or more to advance further, let alone reach the company's higher management level—it wasn't something time could achieve.

Unless she could generate immense profits for the company... or tear off her dignity, trading her body and integrity for a clear path of advancement.

And now, having garnered the recognition of the group's president and stepping directly into the company's upper echelons—a feat Yang Xuan had never even dreamed of.

Out of excitement, Yang Xuan's voice was somewhat loud, drawing the attention of many around them.

This was the front of the Exhibition Hall, where seated were titans like Liu Manli, with fortunes worth hundreds of billions, and under these power magnates' gaze, Song Shijie, worth merely several billion, naturally did not dare to act presumptuously.

With a slight nod to Yang Xuan, Song Shijie, hesitant to linger, turned and walked towards the back of the hall.

There gathered were guests of equivalent net worth to his own.

After Song Shijie left, Yang Xuan, brimming with inexplicable excitement, picked up the red wine in front of her and drained it in one gulp. Her face flushed with heat, she suddenly felt she had the confidence to sit there.

Having become a company executive, her salary had multiplied several times over; now, she could buy expensive bags and all kinds of luxury items she had only been able to look at before…

With her confidence sky-high, and fueled by the alcohol, Yang Xuan could no longer contain herself.

She rose gently from her seat, setting her sights on the super A-list celebrities.

"Mr. Zhao Jiale, your performance in 'Three Lifetimes of Love' was so cool; I'm a fan of yours. My name is Yang Xuan, may I take a photo with you?"

Zhao Jiale was a newly-minted fifty-billion-dollar movie king in the entertainment industry of Hua Country, known as the national boyfriend, and his recent role in "Three Lifetimes of Love" had made him famous across the whole of East Asia.

Yang Xuan was not a brainless star-chaser; she had few favorite celebrities, and Zhao Jiale was one of the rare few.

Zhao Jiale, who had stood up from his seat without any pretense, handsome and worshiped as a male god by countless young girls, extended his hand with a full-faced apologetic smile:

"Miss Yang, hello. Thank you for your support."

Zhao Jiale clearly saw that Yang Xuan had come from the frontline seats; he knew well the status of those who could sit there, and naturally, he was careful not to appear aloof.

Yang Xuan shook his hand and, out of excitement, started to babble:

"That…Can I... May I take a photo with you?"

"Of course you can."

Before long, with sweaty palms, Yang Xuan obtained Zhao Jiale's autograph and added a selfie with him to her phone.

Yang Xuan's nervousness was gradually overtaken by excitement, and just as she was about to return to her seat, she suddenly noticed, at the center of the hall, a middle-aged woman in a splendid evening gown smiling and talking with a middle-aged man.

Nangong Yi, a super A-list actress who had become famous throughout Hua Country with "Celestial Love".

Due to the age difference, Yang Xuan was not her fan; however, Yang Xuan's mother was very fond of her.

If she could get her autograph for her family, her mother would surely be overjoyed.

Thinking thus, Yang Xuan turned around and strode towards her.

However, due to the overexcitement in her heart and the fact that she had drunk quite a bit, her brain not quite focused, she briskly approached them just as a server, carrying red wine, was passing by.

The server had just bent down to hand the red wine to Nangong Yi and was about to back away when the overly excited Yang Xuan arrived...

Unable to stop in time, Yang Xuan bumped into the server, stumbled, and the wine glass he was holding tilted...

The red liquid splashed up, several drops landing precisely on Nangong Yi's gorgeous gown.

Yang Xuan, who had been full of excitement, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over her, and her face immediately turned pale.

On the other side, with an unpleasant expression, Nangong Yi sized up Yang Xuan and, seeing that the girl in front of her was dressed in nothing but unbranded clothes, the big star who had once made waves in the entertainment industry, her gaze turned progressively colder.

...

In the meeting room at the back of the exhibition hall, Chu Mo spoke in an easy-going manner with Zhou Shixing, the current family head of the Zhou family, with Zhou Weimin, the second-generation leader of the Zhou family, and Hua Country's richest woman, Liu Manli, by his side.

"Weimin tells me you intend to use Bafang International and the Financial Tower as the cornerstone to build your own empire? The times now are not like in the past. With a hundred-billion investment, making a hotel might not return profits quickly. Mister Chu, do you have some unique insight?"

The once assertive Zhou family elder, who had commanded great respect, addressed Chu Mo as 'Mister' without any pretense, which spoke volumes of the significance Chu Mo held in his eyes.

Chu Mo maintained a gentle demeanor, his attitude neither servile nor overbearing.

"I have never thought about how much money I want to make. For instance, buying the Financial Tower will not only stop me from making money, but I will also lose tens of billions. But...

What does it matter!"