The Leisurely Life of Infinite Gods

What kind of platoons are the other gods?

Such thoughts passed through his mind, and Chu Mo, who had a smile in his eyes, stepped forward. The dozen or so hotel executives in front of him immediately turned sideways to make way for a passage, and the welcoming ladies who were in two rows bowed to greet him at the same time.

At this time, following Chu Mo's left is Zhan Bingxue, chairman of Bafang International Hotel.

The height of 1.75 meters plus the high heels on his feet is almost the same as that of Chu Mo. The dark red long hair, which was originally waist-length, was placed high behind his head. A cold aura.

And closely following Chu Mo's right hand is Qin Zixuan, who is wearing off-white professional women's clothing. She is 1.71 meters tall, with a plump and well-proportioned figure. The small rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose make her whole body bear a tinge of light. Intellectual and elegant aura.

It seems that this is the first time that she has experienced such a scene of shouting and hugging. The maid who has just become a member of the Diwangxuan Villa has a slightly restrained expression.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the eyes of this Hafu double beauty master have a strong excitement and a different kind of emotion that cannot be expressed.

Chu Mo, who is wearing a custom-made suit worth 980,000 yuan, has confident and plain eyes, handsome and resolute cheeks, sword brows, and occasionally raises his wrist, the Patek Philippe on his left wrist worth 17 million yuan is even more obvious to the owner. Luxurious restraint.

With the support of a group of people behind him, Chu Mo, who was not in a hurry, walked into the luxurious door of the hotel.

The first thing that caught his eye was the huge and gorgeous crystal lamp above his head. When his gaze was in the hall, for a moment, Chu Mo's eyes stopped on a dining table near the window in the hall.

The chairman of Kangmei Qiu Guodong, the middle-aged man with a big forehead with his hairline slightly behind, is currently enjoying a glass of red wine in the company of several hotel executives.

And the seat he chose was exactly where the group of five sat when they came to visit the hotel last time.

Qiu Guodong is the second most valuable super rich among the four old foxes. In last year's Forbes rich list, the other party ranked 97th with a net worth of 24.2 billion.

Similarly, in the hotel's shareholding, Qiu Guodong holds 20% of the hotel's shares with 1.8 billion funds, and is the third-largest shareholder besides Chu Mo and Sun Shangwu.

Naturally, his 20% stake was one of Chu Mo's goals tonight.

At the entrance of the splendid hotel lobby, Chu Mo, who was facing straight ahead, stopped for a moment, turned his steps, and then strode away toward the corner.

With a smile on his handsome cheeks, Chu Mo took the lead and said:

"Sorry, the road is a little blocked, so President Qiu has been waiting for a long time."

The slightly bald Qiu Guodong nodded with a smile, did not get up, just said casually:

"Brother Chu has a lot of time to deal with the situation, and you don't care about billions of dollars. It's okay for millet shrimp like us to wait."

Chu Mo, who originally planned to shake hands with the other party, raised his eyebrows slightly, and retracted his half-raised right hand. At the same time, the original smile on his face also faded by three points.

It seems that the chairman of Kangmei Co., Ltd. is still a little worried about letting Zhan Bingxue take charge of the Bafang International Hotel.

"Mr. Qiu is joking. No one in this world thinks they have too much money."

Qin Zixuan, who was beside her, helped herself open the seat, and when Chu Mo sat down opposite Qiu Guodong, she noticed that there was a middle-aged man with a pot belly sitting beside Qiu Guodong.

Just when Chu Mo secretly wondered who this person is qualified to sit at this table, the fat man opposite the general with his belly suddenly smiled and said:

"Chairman Zhan is really majestic. Anyone who comes here will lead everyone in the hotel to welcome them. Do you want to entertain other guests? We Bafang International have only just established a firm foothold. After all the tossing is over, what is there to talk about revitalization."

When the potbellied middle-aged man looked at Zhan Bingxue, his eyes were full of pride, but after he finished speaking, he faced Qiu Guodong with a hint of flattery in his expression.

This made Chu Mo even more strange. He just invited Qiu Guodong, Lin Hongqiang, Sun Shangwu and Li Tianming. What is the identity of this middle-aged man with a big belly, and why is he sitting in this position?

However, it is estimated that the other party may also be a billionaire, and Chu Mo didn't want to make enemies, so he suppressed his temper and said softly with a strange look in his eyes:

"Mr. Qiu, who is this?"

Before Qiu Guodong could speak, Zhan Bingxue, who was standing quietly beside him, suddenly said:

"Mr. Chu, this is Manager Zhao of our Bafang International Hotel. He is in charge of finance and is one of the company's thirteen executives."

Hearing this, a dumbfounded Chu Mo shook his head slightly and said:

"How dare a hotel executive question the decision of the chairman of the company? Who gave him such audacity?"

The words fell, without scruples about the ugly face of the fat man on the opposite side, Chu Mo, who had a cold voice, tapped the table in front of him with his fingers, and said softly at the same time:

"Look at what kind of person is sitting here."

The words fell, and there was another commotion at the entrance of the hotel. Chu Mo turned his head. Sure enough, the figures of the three presidents, Sun Shangwu, Lin Hongqiang and Li Tianming, appeared in front of him accompanied by a group of entourage.

Before anyone arrived, Sun Shangwu's loud voice came immediately.

"Brother Chu, what's the matter that you can't say on the phone? You have to meet and talk. For the meeting tonight, I have turned down several entertainments. If there is any loss, Brother Chu, you can make up for it."

The incident at the Four Seasons Pavilion last night made the relationship between Chu Mo and Sun Shangwu a little closer. After all, the other party wanted something from him, and Chu Mo's investment of 300 million yuan from the University of Deputy Tanzania was only a verbal promise, and the specific funds had not yet been in place.

So even if it's just for the 300 million investment, Sun Shangwu's attitude is the most affectionate.

Chu Mo got up, shook hands with the three bosses one by one, and exchanged greetings. When the group of four were seated, there were exactly six people sitting at the table.

The seats of the few people were still where they were at the last meeting, but the only difference was that compared to the last five-person meeting, there was a middle-aged fat man with a pot belly on the dining table.

Including Chu Mo, the five shareholders who hold 100% of Bafang International's shares are super rich with a net worth of more than 10 billion, while the sixth person is a working man in a hotel.

At best, he can only be regarded as a senior wage earner, and he is indeed a bit nondescript sitting here.

And when the eyes of the other people all turned to the obese man, the general manager of the hotel in charge of Bafang International's finance, his face was slightly pale.

Chu Mo didn't want to waste more time on a small person, especially since he had already been sentenced to death in his heart, he didn't even look at him, he snapped his fingers lightly, and Zhan Bingxue, who was beside him, immediately leaned forward. .

The indifferent Chu Mo said casually:

"Let's serve the food. The best bottles of wine from the hotel are brought to my personal account."

Zhan Bingxue, who nodded respectfully, turned around and instructed the lobby manager beside him, and the rest was naturally arranged.

"Brother Chu, it shouldn't be as simple as having a glass of wine to find the four of us this time."

When Lin Hongqiang, who sold the Luyin Avenue villa to himself, said with a smile, Chu Mo, who was holding the glasses on the bridge of his nose, did not talk nonsense, but said directly:

"I really have something to trouble the bosses. Let's talk while eating later."