Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chapter 157 Chu Mo's Short Stories and the Literary Girl

The sun was high in the sky!

When Chu Mo got out of bed, he felt his brain was still faintly aching.

He had drunk way too much the night before, and made a mental note to restrain himself in the future.

He picked up his fully charged phone from the nightstand and glanced at the time, eleven forty.

Returning from Tianxiangyuan Grand Hotel last night, it had been three o'clock in the morning, and he had slept straight through to noon.

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously with his hands and took a shower in the bathroom attached to the bedroom. After washing up, he put on the custom leisure suit that the maid had prepared in advance.

As he took the elevator down to the first-floor lobby, the maid and the butler were already respectfully waiting on the side.

"Mr. Chu, lunch is ready for you," said the maid.

Danny, who had returned to Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One at three o'clock in the morning just like Chu Mo, still looked energized. He bowed slightly, carrying the dignified etiquette of nobility.

"Mm!"

Chu Mo nodded lightly. After sleeping in until now and just having gotten out of bed, he wasn't particularly hungry, but since he hadn't eaten breakfast and it was already noon, he figured he should eat something.

He went straight to the dining room, where a lavish meal of sixteen dishes awaited him.

The chef's skills were, of course, impeccable. After Chu Mo picked up a dish of sour and spicy shredded potatoes, the tangy taste proved to be an appetite stimulant. Chu Mo, who had not been very hungry to begin with, suddenly found his appetite and polished off a big bowl of rice.

After he had put down his chopsticks, Chu Mo glimpsed at his phone in the hall and noticed a missed call. When he saw the nickname displayed, he hesitated for a moment, then pressed the callback button.

After several rings, the call connected and a somewhat sharp voice came through from the other end.

"Chu Mo, no one answered your phone this morning. I'm just letting you know that 'Chu Mo's Short Stories,' which you paid to publish, is officially on sale in bookstores nationwide as of today. Fifty thousand copies for the first print run; it should be available in all major bookstores in Modu by now," the voice on the phone said.

On the other end was Chu Mo's editor, with whom he had worked for several years.

Having dealt with each other countless times, they were fairly familiar with one another, though most of their interactions were online.

Typically, Chu Mo would send his freshly written short stories to the editor's email, and the editor was responsible for reviewing them and deciding whether they were ready for publication.

If the editor found no issues with the submission, Chu Mo would receive a fee ranging from three to five hundred RM; a shake of the editor's head, however, meant all of Chu Mo's hard work that day was for naught.

It could be said that before obtaining the unlimited credit card, the bald editor on the other end of the line was Chu Mo's bread and butter.

But now, three months after getting the unlimited credit card, Chu Mo, although he continued to write, no longer tried to pander to readers' tastes or market demands.

With financial security, Chu Mo wanted to write about what he truly cared for.

However, when those articles with which Chu Mo himself was satisfied were sent back to the editor, most of them got rejected.

The reasons were little more than too much personal expression and not meeting market needs.

If this had happened before, with the majority of his submissions getting rejected, meaning a significant cut in his income, Chu Mo would have been stressed out enough to lose hair.

Now, however, he no longer cared about such things.

As long as he expressed what he wished to say, he didn't mind whether others approved or not, so he had recently reduced the number of submissions sent to the editor on the other end of the line.

After a somewhat tepid exchange, Chu Mo thanked the editor before hanging up the call. Your journey continues on empire

In his speech, Chu Mo no longer carried the respect and humility he used to show towards his livelihood patron. In the past, when facing the big editor who could make or break his submissions with a word, he was always extremely cautious...

But now, Chu Mo and the editor were no longer in the same world, and after this collaboration, they were unlikely to cross paths again.

Upon hanging up, he specifically checked the time, twelve fifty-nine.

Pocketing his phone, Chu Mo instructed the butler beside him:

"Tell Jiang Tao to get the car ready; I'll be going out shortly."

"Right away, Mr. Chu," the butler responded promptly to the command, and Chu Mo approached the entrance hall where Annie, the blond-haired maid, respectfully came to his side.

She knelt down gracefully and extended her delicate fingers, helping Chu Mo put on his shoes with tender care.

Once everything was in order, the blonde maid gently stood up and stepped aside, and with a slight bow, she said in her slightly stilted Chinese, "Mr. Chu, please take care on your way."

Annie, who was nineteen, was originally an exchange student from an art academy. Blessed with a height of one meter seventy and a model's physique, her oval face was utterly sweet and lovely.

She and another girl named Tina had been at Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One for nearly half a month. Chu Mo was initially worried that the two young foreign girls, with their tender hearts, might struggle to adapt to their roles as maids.

But after observing them for half a month, Chu Mo found that both girls were highly adaptable and had basically become indistinguishable from other maids, providing him with comforting services.

Like now, for example, Annie had naturally taken on the task of helping him with his shoes, her sweet face showing no sign of discontent.

"Such a waste," he murmured softly, then nodded to the maid beside him before stepping out of the living room.

The Rolls Royce was parked right in front, and Fang Lihu, who had recently been promoted to deputy captain of the security guards, opened the car door for Chu Mo.

Seated in the spacious and comfortable back seat, he closed the door, the vehicle started, and behind him, Danny, along with ten maids, immediately bowed deeply to see him off.