The Leisurely Life of Infinite Gods

The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Looking at the delicate and beautiful woman in front of him, such a poem suddenly appeared in Chu Mo's mind.

The person in front of her was not the imagined Zhou Yuanyuan, but Zhou Ruyi, the only daughter of Zhou Weimin, the current head of the Zhou family, a completely inconspicuous woman who had never attracted Chu Mo's attention.

In just a split second, Chu Mo guessed her purpose of actively looking for a turning point.

Because of the meddling of Chu Mo and the eight major families, the current Zhou family is in chaos, and the ground is full of chicken feathers. The current Zhou family no longer has the nobility of being the four major families of the magic city, and some are just at the mercy of others. dilapidated.

As for the woman in front of her, she took the initiative to find her own purpose, nothing more than wanting to stop funding Zhou Weijun by herself, so that her father, the current Patriarch Zhou Weimin, would continue to be in power.

But as the saying goes, the ideal is full, but the reality is the backbone.

The reason why Chu Mo intervened in the affairs of the Zhou family was not because he wanted to do so, nor because he really wanted to control the Zhou family, but because the eight major families of Huaguo secretly intervened

The head maid, He Qing, personally delivered tea to the two of them. It wasn't Lingyun tea worth hundreds of millions. Chu Mo had already finished drinking that rare tea here. What she had at home now was only top-quality tea worth a million pounds.

However, tea leaves worth a million pounds are not something that anyone can drink. Except for people like Chu Mo who are worth incalculably, even if they are worth hundreds of millions, they would usually be reluctant to drink such tea.

The personal maid, He Qing, put the teacup in front of the two of them, and then took the initiative to bow and leave. Immediately, only Chu Mo and the woman in front of her were left in the study.

However, this does not mean that Chu Mo's safety will be threatened. Right next to the door of the study, the vice-captain of the bodyguard Fan Gao and a top professional bodyguard are guarding a few meters away. Their eyes are sharp, and they are always watching the study. Every move, and if there is anything wrong with the Miss Zhou family, they will rush in and control each other immediately.

Chu Mo picked up the tea and tasted it lightly, then breathed lightly:

Miss Ruyi, right? It's the first time we've met, but your two cousins ​​and I have some connections. Zhou Tianqi is one of the Four Young Masters of the Demon Capital, the future heir of the Zhou family, and Zhou Tianfang and I can also be regarded as I don't know each other without fighting, but Miss Ruyi is very low-key, and I rarely see you in front of me!

Chu Mo was the first to break the silence, and said unhurriedly to the woman in red in front of him, who was plain in color:

It's just a strict family tradition. It's the two cousins ​​who bothered Mr. Chu, especially that boy Zhou Tianfang. He was spoiled by his grandfather since he was a child and used to being lawless. But since he was taught a lesson by Mr. Chu last time, he is much better now. .”

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows slightly. It was the first time he seriously looked at the woman in front of him, and when he saw the cold look on the other's brow, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Whether it is the two brothers of the Zhou family, or the eldest lady of the Zhou family in front of him, they are just juniors in front of Chu Mo, and even their parents must be submissive in front of Chu Mo. For these three generations, Chu Mo naturally Don't want to waste too much time.

So, slightly sitting upright, Chu Mo said casually with a slightly playful expression:

Miss Zhou probably didn't come to drink tea when she came to my place.

Hearing this, the beautiful woman in red also focused her gaze on Chu Mo, and for the first time there was a twitch in her originally plain eyes. After taking a deep breath, the beautiful woman named Zhou Ruyi solemnly said:

I'm here this time, I don't say anything, Mr. Chu, you should understand my purpose. The Zhou family can't continue to be chaotic, otherwise the century-old foundation will be destroyed. I just hope that Mr. Chu will see the spirit of grandpa and let us go. The Zhou family is in a hurry!

The smile on the corner of Chu Mo's mouth became more and more obvious, and he suddenly felt that this young lady of the Zhou family was a little naive, even ridiculously naive.

In order for Zhou Weijun to gain an advantage in the competition for the title of Patriarch, I have already used a lot of relationships and contacts, and the funds alone have cost tens of billions. So much money has been spent, and now I haven’t heard a single splash, so what? Maybe because she was a little girl and gave up after a few words.

If adding Shiyuan Entertainment's suppression of Zhou Family's Tianhua Entertainment, Chu Mo's total investment in the Zhou Family's battlefield has exceeded 20 billion.

20 billion, that's not 200 yuan. Looking at the entire Huaguo, it may not be more than one pair of hands that can take out 20 billion at a time, and how many billionaires can be created with 20 billion.

So much money invested, if Chu Mo wants to take it back now, unless there is a huge benefit, otherwise, it is impossible at all.

As for the face of the old man of the Zhou family...

Zhou Shixing, the old man of the Zhou family, has passed away for nearly a year, and Chu Mo doesn’t owe him anything. At most, Chu Mo just bought the second tallest building in Shanghai from the Zhou family, but it cost him 27 billion real money Silver, the two parties are in a cooperative relationship, nothing else can be discussed.

Although Chu Mo admires Zhou Shixing, the old man of the Zhou family, he has passed away after all. Now even the two brothers of the Zhou family are fighting to the death for the family property. No one in the Zhou family has any concerns about the old man's last wish. How could Chu Mo be an outsider? will care.

Chu Mo, with an extremely calm expression, stood up gently. He put the books on the desk back on the bookshelf beside him. After searching for a while, he took out a prose book from the shelf again, and said in a flat voice:

If your father and your uncle could respect the old man's last wish, the current situation would not be the same. Since even your Zhou family members don't respect the old man, why do you let me, an outsider, respect you... For another reason, I will see For the sake of the old man, I'm giving you two minutes. Sure enough, if you still can't convince me after two minutes, you can leave!

Now, the timer starts.

Chu Mo's words fell, and the pupils of the woman in red suddenly shrank. She originally thought that Chu Mo had a deep personal relationship with the old man Zhou Shixing. Wishful thinking.

Although she only had two minutes, Zhou Ruyi was not in a hurry. She arranged her skirt gracefully, then got up gently, and walked to the bookshelf in two steps. I skipped over the books, and soon found a book called Chu Mo's Short Stories Collection in the front row on the top floor.

Holding the selected collection of essays in his hand, he turned the pages lightly, and then, the woman's voice with some reminiscence in her eyes said briskly:

Compared with the sequel, I actually like Mr. Chu's first one better. This Chu Mo Short Stories Collection 1 contains a total of 275 short stories, many of which are about campus and life perception. One of my favorites is the description of father and son.

When I was young, the father and son held the warmth of big hands, and when they grew up, the father and son showed unspeakable concern. This article made me care about that. Hand in hand too!

Mr. Chu, when did you write this article?

There was a curious light in the eyes of the woman in red, as if she didn't come here for the rise and fall of the Zhou family, but just to discuss books with Chu Mo.

Chu Mo, who had just turned on the laptop at the desk, turned around again, and looked at the woman in front of him seriously again. This woman broke his own cognition again. If she just used these two minutes to try to convince herself, So no matter what conditions she puts forward, she must fail in the end.

But now the other party didn't talk about the Zhou family with him, but turned the topic to his own book.

If there is anything in this world that Chu Mo cares about, it is definitely not money. With unlimited bank cards, he can withdraw countless money at will. The most important thing he lacks is money, so what he doesn't care about is money.

Besides his family, the only thing that can really make Chu Mo spend his energy is his own books.

There are two volumes of Chu Mo's Short Stories Collection. The first volume has only bought more than 3,000 copies because it did not have any publicity. Thousands of volumes.

Strange to say, the first volume only sold 3,000 copies, but Chu Mo cared about the comments and feedback of these readers, just because there were too few readers and fewer comments.

As for the second part, the sales volume is comparable to those of top well-known writers, and there are many comments and feedbacks. However, Chu Mo found that he didn't really care about the feedback of the second part. The sales volume depends entirely on the advertisements of those big stars. To be honest, the reason why fans buy this book is not because they like it, but to support their idols.

So after these people bought it, they just put the book in the corner to eat ashes.

In one, the first book is the best quality selected by Chu Mo from all anthologies, which can be said to be the pinnacle of Chu Mo from beginning to end, while the second book is just selected from the rest of the anthologies. It's very general, so Chu Mo doesn't care much about the readers' reaction to the second part.

In reality, Chu Mo rarely encountered someone who took the initiative to chat about books with him, and even if he did, it was just to flatter him, so he didn't have much interest.

Now he suddenly met Zhou Ruyi, who not only read his book, but also asked questions, Chu Mo was almost certain that the woman in front of him should have spent a lot of energy on himself for today's meeting.

However, Chu Mo's Short Stories Collection 1 is his favorite work after all, and now it is rare for anyone to agree. No matter what the purpose is, Chu Mo has somewhat raised some interest.

Leaning on the soft seat, Chu Mo, who was completely relaxed, said slightly:

You are talking about the 73-page article Father and Son. A picture of holding a child's little hand.

At that time, I thought, I haven't walked hand in hand with my father for a long time. When will it be? It seems to be in elementary school, it seems that since entering junior high school... no, maybe after the fifth grade of elementary school, I have never taken the initiative to hold my father's hand again.

I feel something in my heart, so I wrote this Father and Son, but I don't have children, and I write this from the perspective of my son. When I have a child in the future, maybe I can learn from the father. Perceive the angle!

There was a little melancholy in Chu Mo's eyes, and at this moment, the woman in red opposite opened the book in her hand to the title page, her eyes were crooked, and at the same time, she said with longing:

Actually, I prefer the opening chapter Letter to a Girl compared to this Father and Son. This should be a letter written by Mr. Chu to the girl who has a crush on him. The love of the girls at the table, by the way, Mr. Chu, did you finally confess your love to that female tablemate? Did you finally get together?

With curious eyes, Zhou Ruyi spoke briskly, as if she had forgotten the purpose of her coming, and she really just came to ask for advice like the author Chu Mo.

Chu Mo suddenly recalled the trip home two months ago. He did see the girl at the same table in junior high school, but she was already a wife, and now she was running a flower shop. Her life was ordinary and happy.

With some memories in his eyes, Chu Mo said slowly:

We're not together, and we didn't even say the words of confession. The last time I met her in my hometown, she said that she had seen this confession letter before, but...!

I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, the two-minute time limit you stipulated has arrived. Although I really want to know about your romantic love, I dare not violate your regulations...!

The woman in the red skirt interrupted Chu Mo's words, her eyes were full of regret and reluctance, as if she was sad because she couldn't hear Chu Mo's story.

Chu Mo, who had just been aroused in interest, opened his mouth slightly, only then did he remember that he had only given the other party two minutes to convince him just now, and now the two minutes have come, but just letting the other party go now, Chu Mo's heart Suddenly there was a strange feeling.

The woman in the red skirt in front of her bowed slightly, she turned her head and walked towards the door of the study, the other party walked slowly, as if waiting for Chu Mo's call every step of the way.

When the other party was about to step out of the study, Chu Mo, whose heart was like a cat's claw, suddenly said:

Miss Zhou...it's getting late, if you don't mind, stay and have dinner together.

Hearing this, the woman in red stopped her steps lightly, she turned around abruptly, her beautiful hair was flying in the wind like a waterfall, and then, looking straight at Chu Mo, the woman with an extremely sincere expression spoke softly;

Mr. Chu, you see, the rules are so easy to break! Even the rules you set yourself, you can easily break them as long as you want. Now, on behalf of our entire Zhou family, I want to have a good talk with you, Mr. Chu !

This time, please give me five minutes.