"It only happens every two years anyway. If you're not convinced, then just hold another election in two years. If you don't have the strength, no one will accept your appointment. But who becomes the head of the family is none of my business. You Tangs have nothing to do with me." Zhao An lit a cigarette, his expression somewhat cold and indifferent, for it truly had nothing to do with him.
"My sister has a Master's degree in energy technology. She often proposes proposals. We initially tried investing, but it didn't work. Three hundred million or five hundred million didn't work, so we gave up. She's smart and beautiful. If you could marry her, all crises would be resolved. Our Tang family still has prestige. Even those in the upper echelons of society can't easily change it. We already have the strength to move into the upper echelons." Tang Bing offered a lure, a lure that would make the man's heart flutter.
Becoming the son-in-law of a powerful family? That sounds good, and the Tang Group is wealthy. Being their son-in-law is a sure win. Even if you marry into the Tang family, there are plenty of potential suitors. You can save yourself decades of hard work, so why bother?
This is a common belief, but it doesn't apply to Zhao An. He has no shortage of money or connections.
"No interest," Zhao An said, picking up his wine glass.
"Becoming the Tang family's son-in-law is something many people only dream of. I know you don't need it, but joining forces with the Tang family, you and I, will surely bring in tons of money and wealth. Your livestreaming is profitable, but it can't generate 10 billion every month!" Tang Bing tried to convince him. He needed such a powerful ally.
"I'm not interested. To me, money is just a number. No matter how much money you make, it's useless if you don't have the life to spend it. I prefer spending money to making it. Can money bring happiness? Yes, as long as you have money, you have everything. Making money without spending it is a miser. Haha! Just hold off your brother's advances first. If you survive, come talk to me later." Zhao An laughed heartily, picked up the red wine bottle, and left. Cooperation? That depends on the partner.
Tang Bing's face changed, but he remained silent. Indeed, if he wanted to avoid being hunted down by his brother, he had to find a way.
After Zhao An left, the sound of high heels tapping on the floorboards echoed down the stairs. A slender woman in a large trench coat descended. She wore delicate gold-rimmed glasses, appearing very quiet and elegant. Her face was beautiful, and her aloof aura was chilling. "He turned her down, right?"
"Just as you expected, he turned her down. Why are you so optimistic about him?" Tang Bing was puzzled. Of the three siblings, he, the eldest, always seemed a bit behind the times, but he was quite skilled at socializing and winning people over. It's just that he's been surpassed by his younger brother in recent years; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many traitors.
"The future's profitable industry will definitely be new energy. He can spend tens of billions developing residential communities just to satisfy his own lust. Someone like him would definitely be willing to invest in the energy industry." The woman with the glasses took out a cigarette and lit it, her puffing technique expert, looking like a woman with a story to tell.
"The energy industry is too expensive, and I haven't seen anyone figure it out." Tang Bing knew it was profitable, but coal's profit margins were so low that it was mostly used for thermal power generation. And coal wasn't easy to sell. And natural gas and oil, well, if you don't want to get yourself into trouble, don't touch them.
After much thought, the only option was to develop new energy sources, electricity or some other renewable energy source. Especially in this era of environmental protection, the emergence of new energy sources not only brings in generous subsidies but also allows for eye-catching advertising. After all, high-tech things are always popular.
"Keep going. Tang Wu will definitely kill you. You've been suppressed for so long. You'd better clean up your mess. Then you'll be the one to die." The woman with the glasses said this before standing up and walking away with a professional, cat-like gait. She didn't look like Tang Bing's wife, but rather a relative.
Seeing the woman leave on her own, her aura truly resembled his mother.
After leaving the bar, Zhao An drove to the company. On the way, he saw an unexpected woman and called out, "Teacher Ma."
Ma Huiying, still half asleep, heard someone calling her and looked up. She saw a man's face. It looked familiar, but she couldn't place it for a moment, but she soon remembered. Zhao An's enormous cock had left a deep impression on her, and she immediately remembered him. "Classmate, what's up?"
"Come on in the car! I'll give you a ride," Zhao An waved.
Ma Huiying hesitated for a moment before walking over. Zhao An wasn't some scion of a government official, but he was a genius, a genius whose voices could often be heard even in the teachers' office.
She opened the car door, and two round, millstone-sized buttocks pressed against the seat. Ma Huiying, perceiving the man's gaze, felt a little shy. She didn't know why she had such a large buttocks. "Classmate, thank you."
"You're welcome. I heard there was an incident in the cafeteria recently. Are you divorced, teacher? You're the dream girl of many of our students," Zhao An complimented, unabashedly, though the words were cleverly uttered. "Dream girl," it felt like a compliment no matter how you looked at it.
Ma Huiying was indeed the dream girl of many students. Every day, countless male students masturbated to her large buttocks. Calling her a dream girl wasn't an exaggeration at all. Hearing her classmates' praise, Ma Huiying smiled sheepishly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Teacher Ma, if you have any problems in the future, you can come to me. I can still help you sort out some things. I heard that your husband and his mistress already have another son—oh no, your ex-husband, that's right. He's so energetic. Haha, you're still young, don't be so bound by this. You still have the best years of your youth and can still get married," Zhao An counseled with a smile.
It sounded familiar to Ma Huiying. It seemed like Lin Cui had said the same thing to her. Since she was kind-hearted, she couldn't say anything, so she could only nod and say, "Yes, thank you, classmate. I'll think about it."