Pant's eyes widened, his heart racing. "What? Who, who reported me?"
"I'm sorry, this is confidential. Please cooperate with the investigation. You have twenty minutes. Please come here and cooperate. No more waiting." The caller hung up without another chance.
In this situation, it's very likely that someone is left to die. There's no hope. Give me some face and turn yourself in quickly, or else it won't be easy to deal with.
Zheng Yuan still didn't understand what was going on. "Principal, what's wrong with you?"
Pant, with his paunchy belly, slumped down in his seat, took out a cigarette, and lit it. It was probably the cigarette he'd been using before going to prison. "Old Zheng, be ruthless next time. Also, don't mess with Zhao An unless you're absolutely sure of victory."
"Principal, what are you talking about?" Zheng Yuan also sensed something was amiss. He only had a vague suspicion, not a firm conviction.
Pant waved his hand. "After I go in, my family will help take care of me. We've worked together for twenty years. I used to laugh at you, but now I know this will happen again sooner or later. Keep your hands clean from now on. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, you'll take over my position. If a new principal comes, you'll have to continue working diligently. I've turned myself in to the Discipline Inspection Commission. I'll have to pay for everything."
If I confessed, I might be able to get leniency and a reduced sentence. But if I try to evade it, I'm sorry, but I'm going to spend the rest of my life in prison.
This was Zhao An's doing. Since the other party was the principal, there was bound to be some level of corruption; it was just a matter of whether it could be investigated or not. There are no truly clean people, and there are many. But Pant was definitely not one of them. He took kickbacks and used hidden tricks. He'd made a killing just to survive this far. Once he went in, he'd prepare to be deflowered!
Zhao An's plan was clear: first, crush the other party with public opinion, then press on and kill him. Cultivate an image: I won't offend anyone unless they offend me, but if they do, I'll kill them.
This will greatly reduce the risk of provocations from random individuals, as they know the consequences. Unless one's own actions are clean, otherwise, it's courting death.
If you're going to do something, do it thoroughly. Zhao An doesn't plan to pursue a career in politics anyway, so if he offends someone, then so be it.
He's quite open-minded about this sort of thing, but what does a wealthy man need when he can afford a bicycle?
The farce was brought to a close that afternoon with a statement from the organizers.
"The rules of the competition are for school students. Zhao An is a student in Class 12 of Senior 12 at No. 2 Middle School, and he meets the entry criteria. Principal Pant's request is rejected. This is hereby announced."
This was the organizers' decision, and it also served as a pawn for Pant.
Soon, someone mentioned that Pant had been placed under double supervision. The specific reason was unknown, but it was likely corruption. It's a matter of whether or not to arrest him. If he is, it's a classic case.
Zhao An was currently at the filming base, reclining on the large bed, watching the intelligence from his informant in the other city. Anne Hathaway, dressed in a catwoman bodysuit and leather pants, was diligently sucking Zhao An's cock from the woman-on-top position, thrusting and stroking, her pussy tightly clenching around it.
Feeling the charm of an oriental man, the pleasure brought by this large cock. Hathaway was slightly bothered by the fact that Zhao An hadn't used a condom, discarding the one she had taken out and forcing sex on her.
As she was being fucked, Hathaway became increasingly aroused. She'd already been penetrated, so she might as well enjoy it. She could just let Zhao An cum outside. Even if he did, she still had the birth control pills she'd picked up today, so there was no need to worry.
What would Hathaway think if she knew those two boxes of birth control pills contained fertility capsules instead of pills? Anne Hathaway no longer cared about her own lewd display, her only instinct for pleasure now. The gyrations of her voluptuous hips allowed her vagina to thrust in and out more forcefully. This was precisely the advantage of the woman-on-top position. The essence of the woman-on-top position lies in the woman being in complete control. Zhao An simply slapped Anne Hathaway's buttocks with his hands from time to time, allowing her to move freely while he smoked and checked his phone.
This behavior was somewhat disrespectful, at least to Hathaway.
Hathaway, seeing this, felt a little annoyed. Was her cunt even more boring than her phone? She subtly tightened her abdomen, compressing her uterus and tightening it even more. She sat down on the man's thighs, her clitoris pressed against the glans, the suction sucking on it and rocking it back and forth, making her feel even more comfortable. "Boss... your cock is so big... feels so good... ah... so good..."
"You seem married, right?" Zhao An suddenly said, blowing out a smoke ring and smiling playfully.
Hathaway was startled. She was actually married to a businessman, but she hadn't announced it. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to take on other commercials to make money. Everything was kept secret. No one should know. What was going on? "Yes, I'm married, boss. Ah, after filming the movie, I'm going home. Ah... oh... it's so big..."
"You can't go back... hehe... I'll fuck you in front of your husband... slut... just in time to give birth to a child for me... damn... bitch... do you think my money is so easy to make?" Zhao An panted, slapping Hathaway's butt harder.
The pain was palpable even through her leather pants. Hathaway knew without even looking that her skin was swollen from the beating. She cried out in agony, "Ah... Boss... Wuuuu... Ah... I'm married... Ah... Please let me go... Ah... My husband... won't agree... Ah..."
"Agree? Haha... He's still relying on my factory orders to survive... Guess if he agrees!" Zhao An sneered. He controlled many factories and used Americans in the US to manage them. In reality, these industries were his, allowing him to avoid trouble. If he didn't say anything, no one would ever know.
Even if an investigation uncovered the truth, the most common assumption would be a partnership or a form of patronage. What's the big deal? Who hasn't recognized a big brother?