This touched Grandma's heart. Although she didn't want to find a man, she also didn't want to grow old and look disheveled. So she picked up a cocktail, took a sip, and found the taste quite good, sweet and sour. "Is this alcohol?"
"Yes, my mom and the others rarely drink, so I improved some of the brewing techniques to make it taste like fruit juice. It's all brewed with medicinal herbs. So you can drink it without worry, there are no side effects. Don't drink too much each day, two or three glasses a day, it can speed up blood circulation, it's very good for your health." Zhao An's smile was bright. Suddenly the phone rang, and he went to answer it.
"Did you hear that, Mom? Don't overindulge in alcohol, it's good for your health." Auntie began to persuade her again. She didn't really agree with Qian Yuling's approach, but she thought of something and absolutely wouldn't stop her, nor could she. If she could keep her mother here, she could take better care of her in the future, that would be quite good. What would she do back in the countryside? There's nothing good there.
Soon, Zhao An called his cousin upstairs. A few moments later, the sounds of flesh colliding could be heard, clearly indicating they were having sex. They had just finished dinner and had a few drinks before starting. If it weren't for his grandmother being there, given Zhao An's past personality, he would have already done it on the sofa. He wouldn't care about shame; he would only want to release his lust. After all, these were women he had slept with and who were pregnant, so there was nothing to hide.
His grandmother looked somewhat embarrassed and could only pretend she hadn't heard. Her impression of Zhao An grew even stronger. This grandson seemed harmless on the surface, but behind the scenes, he was such a scoundrel.
Half an hour later, with a high-pitched scream from his cousin Huizhi, it all came to an end. A few minutes later, Zhao An came downstairs, satisfied, said goodbye to his mother, and left.
A short while later, Huizhi came downstairs, her legs trembling. She wasn't full yet; she needed to fill her stomach first.
Grandma, with her sharp eyes, noticed traces of semen on Huizhi's thigh—it must have come from her vagina! She was wearing a dress that barely covered her crotch; if she pulled it up a little, her underwear would be visible. Only prostitutes would wear such clothes. At home, she could be as provocative as she wanted; she wouldn't be meeting guests here, so there was no need to worry. The main thing was that this kind of clothing was very cool and convenient; when she wanted to have sex, she could just pull it up and get it over with—that was the key! Convenience and satisfying Zhao An's lust were paramount; everything else was secondary.
Zhao An did indeed have business; he was going to meet someone—Gong Xin, Huang Meng's strategist.
In a hotel private room, Gong Xin waited alone. He was there on Huang Meng's orders.
"Speak your mind," Zhao An said, entering the room and sitting down. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He had just given his cousin a good fucking; he needed to replenish his energy.
Gong Xin was a bald man with glasses; at first glance, he looked a bit like a programmer. "Young Master An, I'm here representing Young Master Meng. Young Master Meng is with James, the president of Bode Pharmaceuticals."
While Gong Xin was speaking, Zhao An had already devoured more than half of the food on the table. His rapid eating was rather unsightly; was he really that hungry? "Get to the point."
"Young Master Meng plans to cooperate with Young Master An to rip off Bode Pharmaceuticals. Then we'll completely open up the market for Young Master An's new drug. All we need to do is give us a small share." Gong Xin simply explained the plan, the only benefit being a provincial distributorship.
Zhao An raised his index finger and shook it. "The drug won't go through distributors or middlemen. I won't give anyone the price difference; it will be sold directly on the platform. And I don't care about disrupting the HaoTuan platform. Those underhanded tactics, the more enthusiastically they use them now, the more miserable their end will be. I don't even need to lift a finger, do you understand?"
Don't naively think that Huang Meng's tactics against Zhao An are ineffective; they mean nothing to Zhao An. However, it's certain that when gods fight, mortals suffer. Many people have lost their interests and now harbor deep resentment towards Huang Meng, and will certainly not let him go at the first opportunity. It's just that Huang Meng's power is still very stable right now; once he loses his power, his fate is self-evident.
Gong Xin nodded. "Then let's make a good start. Next time Young Master An has business to do, you can consider us. Young Master Meng's idea is to put aside past grievances with Young Master An; capitalists should cooperate with each other."
"Is that so? Have Huang Meng send his wife to my bed, and then we'll talk about cooperation." Zhao An wasn't stupid; he knew what Huang Meng was up to.
"That's no problem. I'll convey Young Master An's message to Young Master Meng. Young Master An, Huang Meng has ill intentions. He'll cooperate with you, and once you trust him, help him become the head of the Huang family. When you need him most, he'll stab you in the back; he won't forget the humiliation you caused him." Gong Xin suddenly revealed Huang Meng's intentions, sounding somewhat like a traitor. A traitor is a double agent, a backstabber, or a marginal figure—simply put, a betrayer!
Zhao An's expression remained unchanged. "Even if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have trusted him. Heh, good. I'm cooperating with him. I look forward to chaos in the Huang family. You're quite good; a wise person knows when to yield. I don't care if you're a traitor or a double agent, as long as you're loyal to me, I can forgive and forget the past. Work hard, show me your potential. You know what I like. I guarantee Huang Meng will fight Huang Yu. No matter what his fate is, you can come to my side and help me. After Huang Meng dies, if he doesn't, his end won't be good."
Although the meaning of this sentence was unclear, Gong Xin immediately understood. Zhao An had been wary all along; trying to outsmart him was unrealistic. He was probably completely aware of what the other was thinking. This was a master of psychology; his ability to read people was too amazing!
"Thank you, Young Master An. I won't let you down. Huang Meng has already gone mad; he'll stop at nothing to get the position of Huang family head."
"That suits me even better. It's fine if the Huang family elders need medical treatment, as long as the price is right." Zhao An's smile grew increasingly sinister. He had practically figured out the other party's tactics and had even devised a complete service to ensure Huang Meng died happily and with a sense of righteousness.