NOVPUBChapter 877: Chapter 583: Yang Xiulu鈥檚 Mixed Feelings_2 Chapter 877 -583: Yang Xiulu鈥檚 Mixed Feelings_2 The elevator doors slowly closed behind Yang Xiulu as he stared at the tall middle-aged man before him.
His mind raced, but he couldn鈥檛 remember who the man was.
This was quite normal, as today the club hosted at least a hundred top-tier tycoons.
Previously just a prodigal young master, Yang Xiulu was adept at partying, but recognizing every one of the elite rich was beyond him.
Aside from a few well-known figures who often appeared in newspapers and magazines, he didn鈥檛 recognize most of the people upstairs.
However, Yang Xiulu was well aware of one fact: Anyone who could come and go from here had to be a top tycoon worth over a hundred billion.
Before coming, the Family Head of the Yang family, Yang Tianxia, had advised him more than once to keep a low profile and not to provoke anyone, not even the waitstaff, at the club.
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Should he cause the slightest trouble, Yang Tianxia had threatened to expel him from the family, leaving him to fend for himself.
This reflected the importance that Yang Tianxia placed on this gathering, and in such circumstances, Yang Xiulu naturally acted with utmost humility, metaphorically tail between his legs.
He looked at the middle-aged man who had helped him out, feeling a hint of gratitude, and took the initiative to introduce himself:
鈥淚鈥檓 Yang Xiulu from the Yang family of Capital City.
May I ask how to address you, brother?鈥
If the second-generation heirs of Capital City were to see Yang Xiulu鈥檚 current demeanor, their jaws would surely drop.
The once decisive and ruthless young master of the Yang family was now so humble, so lowly.
潣梆潣凁潟橉潡?co
At the same time, Sun Shangwu was also filled with emotion.
He was the only tycoon in the club whom Chu Mo had personally allowed to join.
With a fortune of thirty-seven billion, Sun Shangwu never would have had the opportunity to enter on his own.
His membership was thanks solely to his personal relationship with Chu Mo, making him the club鈥檚 sole member whose net worth fell short of a hundred billion.
Sun Shangwu knew that gaining access to this elite circle would immensely benefit his future career prospects.
With a bit of luck, leveraging these connections and his Longevity Club membership could take his Futton Group to the next level, and perhaps one day he would become a bona fide hundred-billionaire.
Intent on making friends, Sun Shangwu seized the opportunity to get on good terms with Yang Xiulu, the third young master of the Yang family.
It was normal for Yang Xiulu not to recognize Sun Shangwu, whose net worth was just over thirty billion and barely registered within Capital City, let alone the rest of Hua Country.
But Sun Shangwu was very familiar with Yang Xiulu.
In fact, he had taken the trouble to research all the club members鈥 backgrounds.
Though he didn鈥檛 know every minute detail, he was aware of their basic characteristics.
Despite knowing that Yang Xiulu was not the Yang family heir, the mere title of third young master of the Yang family was enough for Sun Shangwu to seek his acquaintance.
Having Yang Xiulu鈥檚 favor could potentially advance Sun Shangwu鈥檚 business ventures in Capital City.
With one person feeling grateful and the other eager to make connections, they hit it off as if they were long-lost brothers, their conversation flowing with ease.
By the time the high-speed elevator arrived, and they were invited by two extremely attractive maidservants, the two men had already reached a brotherly level of camaraderie.
While Sun Shangwu and Yang Xiulu, two of the most uniquely positioned attendees, chatted, the Longevity Club鈥檚 22nd-floor reception hall had already filled with top tycoons.
One after the other, strikingly beautiful maidservants with exquisite figures served fragrant tea.
The elite Spirit Rhyme Tea, worth one hundred and fifty million per pound, was constantly presented, filling the entire hall with its rich and aromatic scent.
As the host, Chu Mo rightfully took the seat of honor, with the Chief of the Ross clan and Elder Lu on Chu Mo鈥檚 left, while the King of Sarte and Princess Mina sat on his right.
Other top tycoons were seated according to their status, in descending order.
The guests conversed with one another; many were old friends who seldom had the chance to meet, so naturally, they had endless topics to discuss, which made the whole hall extraordinarily lively.
After a moment, upon seeing that everyone was ready, Chu Mo finally gently clapped his hands.
As he did, the top-notch magnates, who had been whispering amongst themselves, instantly became silent.
At this moment, all eyes were fixed on Chu Mo, each face bearing a solemn expression.
Taking a gentle breath, Chu Mo surveyed the room and then slowly began to speak:
鈥淎s everyone knows, a month ago our Longevity Club successfully developed the first Longevity Pill.
Since everyone here is one of us, I won鈥檛 hide it from you, due to the rushed production, despite its significant effects, the first Longevity Pill has obvious side effects, such as dizziness, body convulsions, vomiting, and so on.
We are trying to overcome these side effects, and an even more refined second Longevity Pill is currently in the works, with an estimated release by the end of this year at the latest.
Of course, despite the evident side effects, the efficacy of the first Longevity Pill is also quite significant.
I believe everyone is already aware of the circumstances of Old Sir Situ, who was one of our test subjects.
You all being here means that you should have an understanding of the cause and effects of the event, so I won鈥檛 waste more words on it.
Now, I have a gift that I need everyone to witness!鈥
With these words, under the curious gaze of everyone, Chu Mo nodded slightly to Yang Xuan standing behind him.
Upon receiving the command, Yang Xuan nodded back in agreement.
A moment later, the elevator doors on the 22nd-floor reception hall slowly opened, and soon, an old man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a goatee, appeared before everyone.
Upon seeing the old man, the atmosphere in the entire hall instantly turned even more solemn, and many eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Naturally, the elderly man who had suddenly appeared was Old Sir Situ, who a month ago had been on his deathbed with terminal cancer, abandoned by his doctors, and had even experienced several emergency resuscitations.
Now, a month later, this man plagued by cancer had truly appeared before everyone.
His complexion was slightly rosy, and although his frame was thin and his appearance aged, considering his age and condition, the mere fact that he could stand before everyone was a cause for astonishment.
Then, under the amazed gaze of the crowd, Old Sir Situ, breathing lightly and looking calm, stepped off the elevator.
Having been pulled back from death鈥檚 door several times, he displayed none of the usual restraint of the elderly.
Even though he knew he was in the presence of extremely wealthy individuals and even royalty such as princes and princesses, he faced them confidently.
Having faced death, Old Sir Situ had learned to regard everything with profound indifference.
To him, each additional day he lived was a bonus.
It was precisely this open-minded attitude that had a positive impact on his illness.
As the old man advanced with steady steps, the entire hall fell silent until he finally stood in front of Chu Mo.
The old man with the weathered face then slowly addressed him: 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
鈥淢r.
Chu, right?
This past month, I have often heard that girl Li Chun mention your name.
As an old man, I haven鈥檛 had the chance to properly thank you for saving my life.
While it is said that great debts of gratitude are beyond words, I still must conventionally express my thanks to you, Mr.
Chu, for your life-saving grace.鈥
Chu Mo looked at the solemn-faced old man before him, his mouth curling into a slight smile.
He then nodded slowly and said:
鈥淢r.
Situ, there鈥檚 really no need for such formality.
Li Chun is a good friend of mine, and helping out was no trouble at all.
You鈥檝e just recovered from a severe illness, so don鈥檛 overexert yourself too soon.
Please make sure to get plenty of rest!鈥
The medical team had only allotted ten minutes of free activity time for Old Sir Situ, as going over this limit, even by a minute, would be a strain on his health.
Although only two minutes had passed, Chu Mo had achieved his goal and did not wish to exhaust the old man鈥檚 strength.
After the man retreated, Chu Mo took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to introduce his membership tier system.
