A few days later, Melania received a reply: she had to do everything she could to secure the cooperation with Zhao An. Securing the sales rights for the leukemia treatment wasn't enough; she needed the rights for at least North America!
Upon reading this, Melania laughed. How ignorant could someone be to even think of such a thing? Didn't she know Zhao An was a shameless scoundrel? To tell her to use any means necessary to get it—wasn't that implying she could sleep with Zhao An?
*Click* Melania puffed on the cigarette Zhao An had given her, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain. She was now Zhao An's woman, body and soul, belonging to him. Even a few days ago, when Zhao An wanted to play with her anus, she had willingly given an enema to clean it, offering her chrysanthemum when Zhao An arrived.
Degradation, submission—Melania had gradually fallen from being a wealthy businessman's wife, conquered by Zhao An. She had become his mistress; the feeling of an older man with a younger woman was wonderful, at least it made her feel proud and honored. Physically, being dominated by a boy felt incredibly good.
Meanwhile, Zhao An was still in his office, typing away, investigating various interpersonal relationships. The mainland market was handled by the Bai family, while the Lin family was responsible for raw material supply. His own factory handled production, keeping the core secrets in his own hands.
The raw material supply wasn't exactly a problem; he could easily find another supplier. He was only giving the Lin family face because of Lin Mei'e and Lin Yuanyuan, and besides, the Lin family started in agriculture, so this was a return to their roots.
"The Bolin family?" Zhao An narrowed his eyes, took a sip of his coffee, and made a thoughtful expression.
On the desk, the alluring Fu Tuan'er was diligently performing oral sex on Zhao An. After the three prostitutes became pregnant, she had successfully risen to prominence, attracting a huge following. It was all thanks to her sex appeal; she understood that live streaming was all about who was the most seductive, and as long as you were seductive, you'd get attention. Fu Tuan'er cared more about financial gain than becoming a celebrity.
Every time Zhao An was in the office, he would have a woman perform oral sex on him. The pleasure from his genitals kept his adrenaline levels high, making his mind work faster and his thinking sharper.
This point didn't need explanation; the female anchors mostly assumed Zhao An had unusual fetishes. Having women perform oral sex was one fetish, as was his fondness for licking women's white feet and thrusting hard during sex. What embarrassed the women most was taking maternity photos in bikinis with large bellies, kneeling at Zhao An's feet in a submissive pose—truly provocative and lacking in dignity.
The Bolin family was a British aristocratic family responsible for developing drugs to treat chronic leukemia. They had always wanted to fully penetrate the mainland market, but could only manage a portion. Due to the high price, it was difficult to promote; a single bottle cost 100,000 yuan, unaffordable for most people.
Currently, profits are good, but there's still significant room for growth. The problem lies in the lack of connections hindering promotion.
James has already flown to Hengdu to discuss matters with Huang Meng. They're investigating new drugs for leukemia treatment and discussing cooperation to penetrate the mainland market and fully expand their reach.
The Bolin family is an established family, and this clash won't be easy. With Zhao An's drug available, their pharmaceutical business will be suppressed. Their family income will plummet by half, which is unacceptable for any family. With half their income cut, how can they compete? How can they make money?
Whether they make money or not is none of Zhao An's concern. Those incompetent fools can't make money themselves, so why should they stop others from doing so?
He lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke rings, the smoke billowing. Zhao An's eyes became extremely dangerous through the smoke. Promoting the business would inevitably offend people; that's for sure. Surpassing the competition means surpassing their strength. And those fools will inevitably harbor resentment and seek revenge.
Giving up profits was out of the question; to fight those guys, he needed to give them an opponent.
Having gotten this far, Zhao An pulled Fu Tuan'er up and pinned her to the desk. Looking at Fu Tuan'er in her distinctive traditional clothing and silver peep-toe heels, her sexy and alluring attire made Zhao An's penis rock hard.
*Slap!* A slap landed on Fu Tuan'er's shapely buttocks, his large hand gripping her plump, white flesh, and he thrust forcefully. His movements were brutal, purely for release, to unleash his lust. Whether the woman enjoyed it or not was irrelevant to him; with such a large penis, he could fuck her however he wanted, no need for deliberate pursuit.
Fu Tuan'er's beautiful legs, clad in high heels, occasionally lifted, her delicate hands gripping the edge of the desk, moaning passionately. She was used to Zhao An's roughness. It was always like this, without any mercy, using her as a tool for his venting. Despite this, Fu Tuan'er deeply loved Zhao An; she had long been conquered. With his immense wealth and unparalleled potential, his massive penis could drive her to ecstasy.
Being Zhao An's mistress was better than being an honest man's wife. The pleasures of being a mistress were things they could never experience in their lives. Leaving was impossible; they'd been fucked into Zhao An's shape—how could they leave? Not to mention the recorded sex videos and nude photos; they dared not run away, nor could they bear to.
Just then, Zhao An's phone rang. Fu Tuan'er took the phone and handed it to him, biting down on a towel to stifle her moans. She knew what was important. Asking the man to stop was unrealistic; it was better to do her job.
Fu Tuan'er's initiative gave Zhao An a sense of comfort. Touching her shapely buttocks, watching his penis thrust in and out of her private parts, pulling and pushing the pink flesh inside, the visual impact was incredibly satisfying. "Well done, very good. Here's a reward of 200,000."
Fu Tuan'er gave a coquettish wink, becoming even more alluring and accommodating. Receiving a man's affirmation was the best answer she could receive.
At this moment, Zhao An narrowed his eyes, opened his phone, and saw that it was Huang Meng calling! This was quite unexpected. Why would this cuckold call?