Melania was a bit shocked at this, but she remained calm on the surface. Her long, tanned legs, bare of stockings, crossed and folded in a goddess-like pose, she took a sip of her coffee. "What a remarkable invention! Are you planning on selling it?"
"Not really. I'm not short of money, and I'm not interested in making it. I'm interested in how I spend it. Do you know why I want to make money?" Zhao An asked, firmly controlling the conversation.
Melania noticed, but she had no way to stop him. "Oh, why is that?"
"Because I spend so much money, I have to find a way to make money. So, why didn't Mr. Donald come in person? Why did he send you instead? Doesn't he care about his daughter?" Zhao An pressed on, always avoiding the point.
"He needs to deal with the disaster in New Jersey. Ivanka didn't buy insurance, so we'll have to pay a lot for this natural disaster. My husband is handling things there and will come to Ivanka once he's done." Melania answered truthfully. There was no need to hide this; anyone with sufficient authority would know, so there was nothing to hide.
"Oh, what a shame. Love can make people blind. Does Madam believe in love?" Zhao An continued to ask, each question perfectly timed to the point of not wanting to give up.
"Of course, I think love is important, but reality is even more important. Love and livelihood are never mutually exclusive, so there's no need to dwell on this issue." Melania was very smart, otherwise she wouldn't have married Donald.
"Well, that's the same with me. I'm surrounded by women, and every one of them is after something in me. Money, wealth, status—those are the things that drive people crazy." Zhao An finished his vodka. "Give me another vodka."
The robot took the bottle and refilled Zhao An's glass. After doing this, it returned to standby.
Melania didn't move, instead calmly watching Zhao An drink. "Reality is reality. A man as outstanding as you won't lack outstanding women. Finding that woman is just a matter of time."
Zhao An suddenly rubbed his calf against Melania's smooth calf. "Yes, so I'm working hard to make more money and enjoy life. I'll soon be starting my business in the US, and I don't plan to be involved personally. I need to find a spokesperson. You know the situation over there; having a spokesperson will save a lot of trouble."
The touch of Melania's calf startled her. After calming herself, she remained silent and didn't move her calf away. Instead, she said, "I need a glass of warm water, thank you."
The robot poured another glass of warm water and placed it on the table. Everything seemed incredibly intelligent.
Melania took a sip of the warm water. "That's great news. I wonder what kind of spokesperson Mr. Zhao needs?"
"Well, I haven't decided yet. I'm currently developing a drug to treat leukemia. It's a complete cure, guaranteed to prevent relapse within five years. It's completely different from those drugs used to treat chronic leukemia. This life-saving drug has never been seen before in the world. Do you know how staggering the profits are?" Zhao An's expression was extremely proud. He took another sip of his wine and rubbed it even harder.
Melania frowned slightly, a little annoyed at Zhao An's tampering, but inwardly she was shocked by the news he had released. "Leukemia drug? Is that true?"
"Of course, I'm already conducting clinical trials. Haha, this is bound to trigger a huge wave of drug sales. The price of this drug is not high, so I can reduce costs at the cost of increasing the duration of medication. I'll launch two different drugs: a special medicine with a quick effect and a cheaper one with long-term treatment. The profits from either one will be staggering," Zhao An continued to reveal.
This news stunned Melania. The pharmaceutical industry is also lucrative. Just like real estate, not everyone needs to buy a house, and not everyone needs to buy medicine. But the percentage is significant: one in five people needs a house, and one in ten people needs medicine.
A cure for this incurable disease would undoubtedly cause a sensation. After all, no drug has ever achieved this level of success. Even if a medical miracle occasionally occurs, it's still a miracle, unrepeatable, and therefore of no reference value. Capitalists don't care about miracles because they don't make money. Instead, they care about legends. Ahem, profit, which is what capitalists care about most.
Melania's eyes lit up at the thought. If she could work with Zhao An, her situation would be less difficult. As Donald's third wife, her situation was somewhat difficult. She was undoubtedly ostracized, and the reason she was able to marry was because of her youth and beauty.
Even if she had children, it would be through artificial insemination. In theory, Melania was no different from a widow. She needed a chance to reverse her situation, and her marriage to Donald was driven by profit. She wouldn't turn down the chance to receive better treatment.
It was precisely because he knew Melania's character that Zhao An acted so brazenly, hitting her soft spot with every move. Essentially, Melania was a gold digger, but the stakes she needed to secure were enormous, so enormous that they were prohibitive.
Every woman has leverage, and the size of that leverage depends on her. Beauty or ugliness has little, if any, impact; it all comes down to the individual. If you can leverage a woman, you can control her at will.
"Well, how long will it take to develop this drug?" Melania asked with interest. She quickly sensed something was amiss when a large hand grabbed her beautiful leg and pulled her high heels off. Soon her feet touched the man's crotch, stepping on an extremely hard cock. The thick shape and length made her a little shocked. It was thicker than a black man's. This was too exaggerated. Is this an Oriental man's cock? How can it be so thick and so big?