"Haha, you're very nice and sincere. Compared to Zhao Fei, who told you everything, right?" Zhao An laughed heartily, taking out a cigarette and handing it over. "Want a smoke?"
Wang Mo hesitated for a moment, then took the cigarette and, with some practiced technique, took out a lighter and lit it for Zhao An.
As if sensing Zhao An's gaze, Wang Mo lowered her head and said, "Boss, are all women who smoke bad women?"
"Not really. At least they have a story. Do you have one?" Zhao An didn't mind women smoking. On the contrary, women who smoked definitely had a story, though he didn't know what it was. There are two extremes, and few people would consider this acceptable. One is the prostitute, who is stressed out and smokes to relieve stress. The other is the wealthy woman, who has no pressure and smokes just for fun or to show off.
"No, I just smoked out of boredom. I just don't understand why women are looked down upon because they can't smoke?" Wang Mo said, her head lowered. After taking a puff, her eyes became a little strange. She looked at the cigarette, then at Zhao An, and exclaimed, "Ah, boss, your cigarette is delicious!"
"These are specially made medicinal cigarettes. They cost 50,000 yuan each. What do you think?" Zhao An said with a smile that seemed a bit like a show of wealth.
"Ah! So expensive!" Wang Mo was shocked. This was too expensive. "These cigarettes are really unforgettable after just one smoke!"
"You can be called Mo Wang from now on. I approve of your conditions. The probation period is three months, and the monthly salary is 5,000. If you do well, you will be promoted and get a raise. If you don't, then you can leave." Zhao An said lightly, stood up and walked over again, putting one hand on the other's buttocks and stroking it.
The skilled caressing instantly put Mo Wang in the mood. Her beautiful eyes were a little misty. "Okay, Boss." She pretended not to notice Zhao An touching her butt, pretending it wasn't necessary.
"Okay, go back and get ready. I'm looking forward to your performance." Zhao An said, pulling her close and covering her mouth with his.
"Hmm!" Mo Wang's delicate body felt a little sore, as if the kiss had drained all her strength.
After a long moment, their lips parted, a thread of kissing stretched between them, appearing somewhat lascivious, yet also a sense of lingering desire.
"I'll listen to you, Boss." Wang Mo—no, now she should be called Mo Wang—behaved and leaned obediently into Zhao An's arms. She didn't even know what was happening; she was being kissed for no apparent reason, unable to muster the energy to resist. She even felt her whole body soften from the kiss, even her legs feeling slightly damp!
"Just tell your cousin about your partner. I agree, but you have to show some results. Otherwise, I won't show any mercy." Zhao An said, then gave the woman's butt a firm squeeze. "A major anchor in your last life, a pigeon anchor. Now, you'll be my cum bowl in this life!"
Mo Wang hummed, her eyes fixed on her toes, not daring to look at Zhao An. His gaze was too powerful, making her cringe. What a terrifying man.
Zhao An stroked her vigorously a few more times before letting go with a satisfied look. "Go find your cousin." He rubbed his erection against the hot-pants-clad buttocks, feeling the warmth of the virgin.
Mo Wang, feeling somewhat fragile, left the office tremblingly. She saw his cousin Zhao Fei typing away at the keyboard. "Cousin, I passed the interview. I've got a friend coming with me, and the boss agreed to let her livestream with me."
Zhao Fei nodded. "Okay, I understand. I'm printing the contract for you. Did the boss do anything to you?"
Mo Wang blushed shyly, shaking his head. "No, the boss is a very nice person."
It was obvious something was amiss, but Zhao Fei didn't expose the issue. Instead, she said something meaningful. "You have to fight for a lot of things yourself. The boss is very busy, and there are so many female streamers in the company. If you don't work hard, you'll soon be forgotten by the boss, and then you won't get any resources, recommendations, or benefits. Do you know what benefits the core female streamers receive?"
"What benefits?" Mo Wang asked curiously. Her interest was piqued. If they didn't work to make money, could they work for love?
"A house and a car—there's nothing you can't get, only things you can't imagine." Zhao Fei's smile grew more playful, almost like a pimp.
"Really, cousin?" Mo Wang's eyes lit up. This was exactly the kind of life she wanted: neither the boredom of a mistress nor the hardship of working part-time. She could earn the money and enjoy life just as she wanted it.
"Really? There's no point in lying to you. So you have to work harder. This is all I can say. Whether you can get it or not depends on you." Zhao Fei tapped the keyboard, and the printer began printing the contract.
In the office, Zhao An looked at the quickly cleaned-up workshop. Aside from the fully enclosed core, only a handful of people were assembling elsewhere.
The process was simple; motorcycle production had already begun.
In the screen, a long-haired beauty with a striking cup size appeared in high heels, watching the production line, her beautiful eyes narrowed as she took measurements with tools. It was Tang Yin, the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, who had already reached a cooperation agreement with him. She was a woman with a clearly marked price.
It wasn't quite right to call her a prostitute, as there weren't any prostitutes that expensive. Even if she wasn't a prostitute, the price tag did give it a bit of a prostitution vibe. It was just a buyout deal, not just a one-time indulgence.
Tang Yin looked at the enclosed workshop, where the core batteries and motors were produced. The motor was mounted on the rear wheel, a design that allowed for smooth travel even in rainy weather.
Looking at the manual and warranty terms in her hand, Tang Yin's eyes grew more serious. If it had been speculation at first, to see if Zhao An was qualified, now she was 100% convinced that he was.
If he wasn't a genius, he wouldn't be so versatile. But precisely because of this versatility, Tang Yin became increasingly curious about Zhao An's talent. What kind of person was this man, and why did he know so much?