The concept of fragmented time has had the greatest impact on mobile games. Even games like Honor of Kings have become available for professional tournaments. Regardless of whether you agree or not, as long as something makes money, it's a legitimate existence.
Zhao An naturally has a vested interest in making money. After all, free games are always the most deceptive and exploitative!
Only games with monthly or annual memberships are the most conscientious. If they don't make money, why would they give you free?
You can choose not to buy any skins, but if you encounter someone with skins, those who don't buy skins are outshined by those who do. In a sense, they're playing for their boss.
Zhao An continued to discuss his game design, even pulling out his own game plan and demonstrating it himself. It was simple and convenient, and a single game took only fifteen to twenty minutes at best, with faster players finishing in seven or eight.
"It's just a hypothesis, haha. I personally like to let my imagination run wild. Today I'm making games, tomorrow I might be researching nuclear power, and the day after tomorrow I might be figuring out how to make money picking up mineral water bottles. Well, after all, if you have a little extra money besides just making a living, you naturally want to research different things." Zhao An's expression was quite smug. After all, money means you can do whatever you want!
"Six six six, you're a true academic genius! You even research nuclear energy!"
"You know what, I like him!"
"What a boast! If you can build a nuclear bomb, I'll stand on my head and eat shit!"
"Stand on my head and eat shit? Are young people these days that ambitious? That's a bit too much!"
The door opened again, and this time, Chen Yifa, Mo Wang Yansheng, and three women entered.
"Okay, now let's continue watching a video cover-up. Well, some viewers asked why I didn't introduce the platform. Actually, there's not much to introduce. Right now, the platform only has two functions: ordering food and movie tickets. In the future, there might be things like plane tickets, train tickets, and bus tickets. Furthermore, all sorts of life-related activities can be centralized on the platform. Then, everyone will be able to find whatever they want on the platform. That's the platform's goal." Zhao An shrugged. "I don't like to brag. I stick to my guns."
With that, the video began playing. It was supposed to be a concert, but instead it was just some video sharing. Well, there wasn't much time for singing.
"It's your turn to go on stage soon. Remember to perform well. Chen Yifa, come with me," Zhao An instructed Mowang and Yansheng, giving the two women's buttocks a subtle pinch.
Mowang and Yansheng nodded and exchanged a glance. "We'll try our best, Boss."
Having a butt pinch clearly meant something flirtatious; they had already been warned. It's been hinted at, but if you haven't been sexually exploited, you won't get any resources. Furthermore, the contract is for twenty years, so if you want to change jobs, you'll have to wait another twenty years, or face a whopping six hundred million yuan in liquidated damages.
This is essentially a contract of sale. If you want to continue working safely, there's no other way except to sacrifice yourself.
Zhao An's expression was calm, even a little calm. He was no stranger to groping women; toying with them always brought a great sense of accomplishment.
Leaving the female anchors in the studio, Zhao An took Chen Yifa to the office.
A large hand ruffled the man's hair, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing. "Yifa, you've been here a while now, and I heard you're very dedicated to singing. I never recommended you before, but tonight is your chance to show it. The platform already has 60 million people watching your livestream. How many fans you can attract depends on your own performance."
Chen Yifa was trembling, yet also a little excited. "Boss, I'll definitely work hard!"
"Haha, let me see how flexible your little mouth is." Zhao An sat down on the chair and pointed at his crotch.
Chen Yifa's pretty face flushed. This was clearly an invitation to oral sex. Feeling a little embarrassed and angry, and a little nervous, she made a decision and slowly stepped forward. Ten slender, white toes tucked into high heels. As she squatted, her hip skirt outlined her plump buttocks, creating a perfect shape—large, round, and very tempting.
With a slight tremor, her delicate hands untied Zhao An's belt and gazed at the enormous cock before her. Chen Yifa was a little intimidated by the thick, long shaft, which must have been at least twenty centimeters long. Her delicate hands gripped the massive shaft, barely managing to hold it with one hand; it was truly enormous.
"Is it big?" Zhao An stroked Chen Yifa's hair. This woman was incredibly horny!
Chen Yifa nodded, a bit shyly saying, "Big!"
"Then lick it. Tonight, I'm going to make you my woman. Give me a child, and I'll treat you like my wife. Except we won't get married, and you'll be my wife. Are you willing?" Zhao An teased, rubbing Chen Yifa's chin.
A flicker of conflict flashed through Chen Yifa's mind. She simply wanted to know that Zhang Qige and the others who had come in with her were already big streamers, while she was still a relatively unknown, barely even a small streamer. With a steely determination, she gritted her teeth and said, "I do!"
Not every woman wants to live with a man for life without a legitimate relationship, but when a man is rich and powerful, things are different.
Watching the female anchors, whose resolve wavered for money and who had completely surrendered to him, filled him with a surge of excitement. At least conquering these female anchors would give him a sense of confidence. When it came time to capture Qian Yuling, he was sure to lose a lot of brain cells.
Chen Yifa took a deep breath and licked Zhao An's cock with her small tongue. A salty, fishy taste immediately spread from her mouth, making her want to vomit.
Before Chen Yifa could prepare, Zhao An pushed her head down, watching her delicate red lips slowly engulf his cock. She only managed a third of it before it seemed to stop. Chen Yifa's eyes watered slightly, and she felt nauseous from the pressure in her throat. She tried to vomit, but she couldn't. It was too much.