"I advise you to wait until after the New Year. I inquired, and the restaurant association has signed a three-month guarantee. As long as monthly sales exceed 1 billion, they won't allow anyone else to join," Huang Meng said calmly, dispelling the other party's thoughts.
"What! Damn, who's behind this?" Tang Wu was furious upon hearing this. This was clearly a tactic to pick on him.
"The Zhang family, the Niu family, the Bai family, the Lan family, the Li family—they've all been ruined. Add to that their local factions. If you try to touch their pie now, expect a violent backlash." Huang Meng sneered, his opinion of Zhao An's tactics rising even higher. This move of recruiting other young masters to work together was definitely a stroke of genius. Aside from the difficulty in distributing the benefits, there were few drawbacks.
This issue of benefits must be carefully addressed. Handled well, it would be a highly profitable venture; handled poorly, it could be disastrous.
"Wait?" Tang Wu calmed down and considered, wanting to carefully consider how to secure the position of heir. Even among brothers, there was no point in arguing.
In the clubhouse on the other side, a cacophony of noise and chaos filled the air. Heavy metal music blared through the air, and numerous men and women on the dance floor were thrashing about, venting their excess passion.
Qian Yuling was among them, her light makeup and purple lipstick making her look even more alluring. Especially in this nightclub setting, she looked more like a wealthy woman seeking pleasure!
"Beautiful lady, let me buy you a drink." A graceful man approached with two glasses of wine. His steps were unsteady, suggesting he was suffering from chronic kidney deficiency. This type of man was either a wealthy second-generation prostitute who frequently played with prostitutes, or a prostitute who was constantly being exploited by wealthy women.
Pa! Qian Yuling stood up and slapped the man in the face, blowing out a smoke ring, her beautiful eyes gleaming with disdain! "Get lost!"
The men and women around her who noticed her smiled knowingly. This was the third such man. The third hitchhiker was slapped to the ground. Did he really think wealthy women were so easy to seduce?
The man left with a hint of resignation, his face covered as he stared at the muscular female bodyguard, not even daring to strike.
The waiter came to clean up the broken wine glass. He didn't even dare look at Qian Yuling. All he could see was her white toes, adorned with purple gemstones, which paired with strappy high heels made her look voluptuous and alluring. She was a captivating beauty. Her appearance alone wouldn't tell that she had already given birth to three children, the oldest of whom was already thirty.
Years of meticulous care, coupled with her natural beauty, made Qian Yuling look ageless. Standing next to her daughter, Tang Yin, they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.
The phone in her backpack vibrated twice. Qian Yuling picked up her Bluetooth headset and put it on her ear. "Speak."
"The eldest young master has started collaborating with the Niu Group. They've reportedly developed a robotic arm, a fully intelligent one. They've started installing and testing it on the assembly line, and production efficiency has doubled. They're also continuing to optimize and improve their product, achieving 80% mechanization. Sales could more than triple, and costs could be cut in half!" A woman's voice, also tinged with coldness, came from Qian Yuling's secretary.
"Who gave him this technology?" Qian Yuling frowned. She knew her two sons well. One was overbearing and loudmouthed, his IQ high, but not particularly bright. The other was much smarter, though bordering on ruthless. He wouldn't care about siblings or family ties for profit, and would sell whatever he had to.
Tang Bing definitely didn't have the capital to research something as high-end as an assembly line robotic arm. So there was only one possibility: someone else had given it to him.
As for why it wasn't handed over to the family group, perhaps he wanted to make a quick buck, or perhaps he was assembling capital to use as a bargaining chip against Tang Wu at the end of the year?
Several thoughts flashed through Qian Yuling's mind, each one incredibly close to Zhao An's idea. Only one guess was wrong. Zhao An wasn't banking on high-tech industries like robotic arms to make money. He was simply using it as bait to lure the Tang family into handing over this alluring, iceberg-like beauty, Tang Yin, to his bed.
If he couldn't fuck Qian Yuling, then he could fuck her daughter. It would be the same thing. First enjoy the daughter's tenderness, then the mother's maturity. What a wonderful thing!
"I'm not sure yet, but the young lady has been there and should know something," the secretary answered honestly, not adding any speculation.
"Okay, I understand. You've been working hard lately. Take a break." Qian Yuling said, and hung up the phone. A glint of wisdom gleamed in her beautiful eyes. It seemed Zhao An had more secrets!
No evidence or reason was needed, just suspicion was enough. Qian Yuling doubted the skills Zhao An had provided.
To her, Zhao An was merely a tool to make money; she held no special feelings for him.
Thinking of this, Qian Yuling stood up and trudged through her high heels to a private room. She saw a scene of debauchery brewing inside. A wealthy woman, apparently younger than she was, yet looking old and ugly, was bearing two hundred pounds of weight on a man's face, having him licked by a duck.
Tang Yuanxiu was even using a steel wool to scrub a duck's glans, enjoying the experience immensely.
A muscular man was being held by his arms, gnashing his teeth as his glans was scrubbed, drawing blood. The shower gel foam soaked his wounds, causing waves of searing pain that seemed to show no end.
"Let's go, we're going back," Qian Yuling said with a hint of boredom, grabbing a rolling pin. She stepped up to the captured hunk in high heels and suddenly struck him between his legs with a rolling pin, slamming him hard into his balls. "Jerk it off now, and I'll give you three hundred thousand."
The hunk, feeling both pain and pleasure, immediately began masturbating, but the more he did, the more pain intensified, nearly killing him.
To continue masturbating without self-care while injured is simply courting death, damaging one's own penis and testicles! And this was induced; even if something went wrong, it had nothing to do with Qian Yuling.