Watching the chaotic Twitter scene, Zhao An almost squealed with laughter. His counterattack had finally had some effect; at least Oriard, the man who had plotted against him, would be in a difficult position.
His mother, with nothing to her, rested her chin on one hand, her delicate, oval face gazing at Zhao An, her beautiful eyes filled with deep love. No matter what Zhao An did, she would tolerate him, a mother's love for her son first, then a wife's love for her husband.
"What are you laughing at, my dear husband?" Chai Miaoyu generously took a sip of her wine. She thoroughly enjoyed this kind of life, this carefree, high-quality material life. At heart, she was a materialistic woman, a wealthy man herself. Only those who were better than her were worthy of taking her as a mistress.
"Look, on Twitter, a male boss sexually assaulted a male employee and his wife, both men and women. And the kicker is, it's a couple in their late fifties, almost sixty. Hmm, really interesting. By the way, he's the bastard who plotted against us this afternoon." Zhao An clinked his glass with Zhao Fei's, his expression smug. A gentleman's revenge is never too late, but he's a villain, taking his revenge that very night, without even waiting for the night.
Chai Miaoyu looked a little odd. After looking at a few pictures, she handed them to Zhao Fei. "He's really short and sharp, not even a third of what you're capable of. Haha, how embarrassing."
Zhao Fei chuckled at the sight. "A man banging another man—isn't that disgusting?"
"Look at how lustful he is. How could he care if he's a troublemaker? Ahem, enough talk. Come on, let's drink for a better tomorrow. I thought about buying a house before, but then I thought, why not develop a community myself? I can do it myself, and I can live comfortably." Zhao An picked up his glass and continued to persuade them.
Chai Miaoyu put down her glass, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Okay, I won't drink anymore. I still have to look at the regulations tonight. Let your mother drink with you."
"Don't worry, tonight we'll just talk about life, no sex." Zhao An wasn't the type to be obsessed with sex. He still needed two beautiful women to help him with company matters that evening. His mother was already exhausted today; there was no need to continue the hassle. It wouldn't be good for anyone.
In the other office, Osiad's expression was extremely furious. He was on the phone, barking at the person on the other end to do his bidding.
Unfortunately, Twitter didn't care about this kind of thing. It was so free and open that even photos and videos of people eating shit wouldn't matter.
Mike, who was traveling with him, was also very upset. He had exposed some of the dirt on senators he had collected through his Twitter account. Those senators had all collaborated with him. Now he was under investigation by the public security agency. The evidence on Twitter was irrefutable, almost enough to guarantee a conviction.
Mike was also a little frightened because he had crossed a line. There are many things you can do but can't say. Speaking them out would be pointless and would only rip one off. Now that he's betrayed all the senators who sided with him, he'll become a thorn in the eyes of others. His future will undoubtedly be difficult. Relying solely on capital, he'll suffer a horrible end.
Although he's not as famous as Osiad right now, the other party hasn't suffered much loss besides embarrassment. On the contrary, he himself might face retaliation. Traitors always face justice.
"What do we do now? Our Twitter account was hacked just after we took action. Does he have connections there?" Mike growled, like a wounded wolf. After being warned last night, he didn't stop while he was ahead. Instead, he started a war with Zhao An, an outsider, over a woman.
There's a saying that a strong dragon can't suppress a local snake, but Zhao An, this powerful dragon, truly suppressed them, nearly to death.
"That bastard, get him killed!" Xitu was furious. Anyone who saw this would be upset. He actually posted photos of his private life. How could he face the company's employees now? Anyone who saw him would probably think they were being sexually exploited. Damn it, were they trying to kill him?
Ding! The phone rang. "Boss, this is terrible! The game our company made has been released. The semi-finished product has been released. It was even released on your Twitter account, with a note saying everyone can try it out."
"What? Just post it, and treat it as publicity." Osiad was also taken aback. He already had a look of shock on his face. If this continued, who knew what kind of trouble he would get into.
"The key is that you made the source code public. That makes it very easy for plagiarism." The technical director was also in tears. The source code of this game was public, which meant that others could use it directly without even claiming it was plagiarism. They could just modify it.
"I understand. See if there's any way to recover the losses first," Osiad finally realized and said to Mike, "Let's get Twitter to deactivate our account first. That bastard is still using our Twitter account to cause trouble!"
As expected, Mike nearly fainted when he opened his phone again. The number of followers had skyrocketed from 500 to over 70,000. This was something worth celebrating. But when he saw what he had posted, he felt a chill run down his spine. He had shared some of the industry's unspoken rules and the ugly behavior of female celebrities, revealing the hidden dark side of the industry. This was completely hostile to the entire industry!
In another apartment in the same city, Rebecca had forced herself to quit smoking. Ever since she started smoking Zhao An's cigarettes, other cigarettes had become completely bland and nauseating. She couldn't continue smoking, so she had to force herself to quit.
Ding-dong! The doorbell rang. Rebecca walked to the front door and peered through the peephole to see a woman with a blond ponytail. Her eyes were clear, and she carried a backpack. Her demeanor was a bit cold. This was her cousin, Emma, with whom she was very close.
"Emma, you're here. Thank you for your hard work. Are you on vacation?" Rebecca glanced around, closed the door, and hooked up the fire hydrant.
"There's no one outside. I checked when I came in." Emma put down her backpack and placed a stun gun on the table. It was clear she came prepared, not as clueless as the other women.