Chu Mo showed little interest in the bottle of wine. After just one taste, he felt it wasn't even comparable to the several dozen yuan wines he had drunk before; at least to his taste buds, this so-called top-tier vintage was quite ordinary.
Shaking his head slightly, he handed the stemmed glass to a maid, then dove into the pool, quickly beginning to swim with ease.
The affairs of the Longevity Club were now on the right track. Going forward, the gatherings only needed to be presided over by the three heads of the club, with no need for Chu Mo to show his face.
Today was the club's second gathering. Compared to the first, where a hundred and ten of the top tycoons had come together, this time only forty-three attended, all of whom were billionaires. As for those worth trillions, or even tens of trillions, not one was present.
