"I haven't given it much thought yet. I've already sold the Haotuan platform. Now, at best, I'm just an employee. If you want to make money, why not try fan culture?" Zhao An took a sip from his teacup. He'd fucked a beautiful mature woman once, then taken a shower and replenished his nutrients. How refreshing!
The group had moved their teatime from the room to the courtyard. Zhao An spoke as he took the pulses of some elderly people and sent them electronic prescriptions. "Take the medicine according to the prescription. Don't skip it, or it won't be effective. Two courses will stabilize the condition, and a month will cure it. Also, don't smoke, drink, or have affairs with women."
The elderly man before him was of the same generation as Zheng Peiling, a member of the Qian family. He should be Qian Yuling's uncle or something.
"Okay, thank you, Doctor Zhao." The old man looked unwell, as if he had some underlying illness.
"I'm not a miracle doctor, just average medical skills. You played too much when you were young, draining your body, and now you're very weak. Take good care of yourself, quit smoking, drinking, and having sex, and you should be able to live another six or seven years," Zhao An said calmly. "Next."
"Only six or seven years?" the old man asked uncertainly. No one likes being told they'll die from something; it's unbearable.
"That should be enough. Without my medicine, you won't make it past next year." Zhao An was blunt and pointed out the man's shortcomings.
"Okay, thank you." The old man struggled to his feet with the help of a servant. It looked like he was dying.
As he was about to leave, Zhao An chatted with Qian Zilai while treating the other elderly members of the Qian family.
"Young Master An, what do you mean by fan culture?" Qian Zilai asked immediately, understandingly. He had just heard a new term and quickly sought clarification.
Ta-da-da. In the distance, Xu Yan had already showered, changed clothes, and washed off her semen-stained underwear. Her things were already packed. It wasn't a big deal, really. Just go there, and we can buy things later.
Looking at the voluptuous Xu Yan, Zhao An smiled. "Fan culture, as the name suggests, is a circle. You can think of it as creating an idol through talent shows. The audience gets the impression that even ordinary people can stand out from the crowd. Remember, choose someone with no education. Don't choose someone who hasn't even graduated from elementary school; a junior high school diploma will be enough."
"Use this selected idol to package and promote it. Specifically, consider those media trainees in Japan and South Korea. Cut the leeks first. And some of you guys definitely like guys with slicked-back hair and powdered faces. Man on man, haha!" Zhao An's smile was sinister.
Don't think those so-called idol trainees are good. They've been fucked so many times in secret that their assholes are almost splitting.
Do you really think being an idol is that fun? That's just a way to deceive consumers. Cultivating "leeks" and using fans to drive consumption—that's what "leeks" are.
"Young Master An's words really enlightened me. Young Master An, are you interested in hosting this talent show?" Qian Zilai's interest piqued. This deliberate flattery was indeed effective!
"Not at the moment. If you're interested, you can try it yourself." Zhao An had no interest in this kind of "leeks." If he wanted to make money, he'd make a lot of it. While this little fan money was good, it wasn't very humane.
For capitalists, making money is making money. There's no such thing as humane or inhumane.
"Making money is making money. Making money is the truth; not making money is a fool."
"Haha, I don't have that ability. If Young Master An wants to host this talent show, please take me with you. Please." Qian Zilai bowed deeply, his attitude very humble.
"We'll talk about it later." Zhao An didn't agree. This was a resource. Qian Zilai wanted his cooperation without giving anything? While verbal attacks might be effective, they were far less effective for Zhao An. Wanting to get something for nothing? That was wishful thinking.
Qian Zilai was a shrewd man. Seeing this, he knew he'd have to pay a price. However, some things couldn't be said in front of his younger sister, Qian Yuling. He couldn't introduce other women to his brother-in-law in front of his younger sister, could he?
While it was possible, it would disgust Qian Yuling, and this powerful younger sister wouldn't be so easy to talk to.
In the other club, two men were watching a movie. Beneath their crotches were two celebrities, seemingly innocent, but in reality, whores and prostitutes.
"That Zhao An is collaborating with the Qian family. Find a way to deal with him," Fang Shunli said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes gleaming with unparalleled ferocity.
"It's impossible. He's acting very cautiously. We can't do anything shady. He sold the Haotuan platform to seek protection. Damn, hundreds of billions of future assets, and he sold them without even a second glance." Huang Meng puffed on his cigarette, his eyes piercing with ferocity. It was when that beastly Zhao An interfered with the Tang family last time that he was forced to give up his position within the family.
"So I told you to find a solution. Aren't dirty tricks your specialty? Your brother's situation is stable now. How can you become the heir if you don't achieve something?" Fang Shunli suddenly clamped down hard on the woman beneath him, forcing the celebrity with hundreds of thousands of fans to deep-throat him.
"Let me think about it. The last incident with the fleet was a good opportunity. Don't let it slip away! Let's use his new phone as a target and sue him for plagiarism." Huang Meng steeled his resolve and launched into action.
"It's no use. He's already applied for a patent for his technology. It's useless." Fang Shunli was also troubled. He was supposed to be targeting the northern transportation industry. The profits from a monopoly would be staggering. But the existence of the Qian family forced him to focus on dealing with them first. Without taking care of them, what was the point of monopolizing the business?
"So what do you say? And what about your sister? They're engaged, and living together isn't an option?" Huang Meng was clearly displaying his explosive temper. It was a disguise. He wanted to make Fang Shunli think he could support him as the heir to the Huang family. He also knew that hot-tempered people were easy to control, giving them the wrong impression and achieving his desired goals.
"You figure it out. I'll help you then." Fang Shunli snorted. Did he really need to get involved in such a despicable matter?