The Leisurely Life of Infinite Gods

Chapter 77

What kind of face is the other Shenhao?

Such thoughts passed through his mind, and Chu Mo stepped forward with a flash of a smile in his eyes. A dozen hotel executives in front of him immediately turned sideways to make way for a passage, and the welcoming ladies lined up in two rows bowed to greet him at the same time.

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

With a height of 1.75 meters and high heels on his feet, he is almost on par with Chu Mo. His waist-length dark red hair is coiled high behind his head. While revealing his snow-white and slender neck, he has more A high-cold aura.

And closely following Chu Mo's right hand is Qin Zixuan, who is wearing beige professional women's clothing. She is 1.71 meters tall, plump and well-proportioned, and the small frameless glasses on the bridge of her nose make her whole body carry a Intellectual and elegant aura.

It seemed that this was the first time she had experienced such a scene of shouting and embracing. The maid who had just become a member of Diwangxuan Villa looked a little cautious.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that there is a strong excitement and a touch of unspeakable emotion in the eyes of this Harvard double beauty master.

Chu Mo, who is wearing a custom-made suit worth 980,000 yuan, has confident and calm eyes, handsome and resolute cheeks, and sword eyebrows. When he occasionally raises his wrist, the Patek Philippe worth 17 million yuan on his left wrist is even more obvious. The luxurious and restrained.

With the support of a group of people behind him, Chu Mo stepped into the hotel's luxurious gate without rushing.

The first thing that catches the eye is still the huge and gorgeous crystal lamp above the head. After looking at the hall, Chu Mo's eyes stopped on a dining table near the window in the hall after a while.

Kangmei Chairman Qiu Guodong, the middle-aged man with a big forehead and his hairline slightly pushed back, is enjoying red wine leisurely and contentedly at the moment, accompanied by several senior hotel managers.

And the seat he chose was exactly where a group of five people sat when they visited 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 shareholder besides Chu Mo and Sun Shangwu.

Naturally, 20% of the shares in his hand is one of Chu Mo's goals tonight.

At the entrance of the resplendent hotel lobby, Chu Mo, who was facing straight ahead, stopped slightly for a moment, then turned his footsteps, and then strode towards the corner with big strides.

There was a smile on the handsome cheek, and Chu Mo was the first to speak:

"Sorry, the road is a bit congested, and Mr. Qiu has been waiting for a long time."

The slightly bald Qiu Guodong nodded with a smile, and didn't get up, but said casually:

"Brother Chu has a lot of things to do every day, and he doesn't pay attention to billions of dollars. Xiaomi shrimp like us should wait."

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

It seems that the chairman of Kangmei Co., Ltd. still has a bit of a grudge about letting Zhan Bingxue take charge of the Bafang International Hotel.

"President Qiu was joking, no one in this world would think that he has too much money."

Qin Zixuan beside her personally helped herself to open the seat, and waited for Chu Mo to sit down opposite Qiu Guodong, only then did she notice that there was a middle-aged man with a big belly sitting next to Qiu Guodong.

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

"Chairman Zhan is so majestic. Anyone who comes will lead everyone in the hotel to greet him. Do you want to entertain other guests? We Bafang International has just established a firm foothold, so casually tossing around, the hotel's background It's all over, so what's the point of revitalization?"

When the middle-aged man with a big belly looked at Zhan Bingxue, his eyes were full of arrogance, but after he finished speaking, he turned to Qiu Guodong with a hint of flattery in his expression.

This made Chu Mo even more strange. He only 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 should he sit in this position?

However, it is estimated that the other party may also be a billionaire, and Chu Mo did not want to make enemies for nothing, so he suppressed his temper, and with a strange look in his eyes, Chu Mo said softly:

"President 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 thirteen executives of the company."

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

"A hotel director dares to question the resolution of the company's chairman? Who gave him such audacity?"

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

"Look at the position of the person sitting here."

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

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

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

What happened in the Four Seasons Pavilion last night made the relationship between Chu Mo and Sun Shangwu closer. After all, the other party wanted something from him. Chu Mo only verbally agreed to the 300 million investment in Futan University, and the specific funds have 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, exchanged pleasantries, and when the group of four sat down, there were exactly six people seated at the dining table.

The positions of the few people were still the same as the previous meeting, but the only difference was that compared to the last five-person meeting, there was an extra middle-aged fat man with a big belly on the dining table.

Including Chu Mo, the five shareholders who hold 100% of Bafang International's shares are all super rich with a net worth of more than tens of billions, while the sixth person is a wage earner in a hotel.

At best, he can only be regarded as a high-end wage earner. Sitting here, he is indeed a bit nondescript.

And when the eyes of the others were all turned towards the obese man, the general manager of the hotel who was in charge of Bafang International's finances turned slightly pale.

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

Chu Mo, with a calm expression, said casually:

"Let's serve the food. The best bottles of wine from the hotel will be served on my account."

Nodding respectfully, Zhan Bingxue turned around and gave a few instructions to the lobby manager beside him, and the rest would naturally be arranged.

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

When Lin Hongqiang, who sold the Luyin Avenue villa to him, smiled and said, Chu Mo, who helped his glasses on the bridge of his nose, didn't talk nonsense, but said directly:

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