To be honest, Fang Shunli didn't want to clash with Zhao An, but he couldn't object to his father's decision. As an heir, he was just an heir, not the head of the family. He could express his opinions, but he had no say in the subsequent events.
After receiving the mission, Fang Shunli went to find Bai Qingyang. It was just the two of them. Fang Shunli didn't mince words and went straight to the point, "I want to cooperate with you."
"Haha, Shunli, aren't you being a little too polite? Your father's so angry, and you want to cooperate with me?" Bai Qingyang laughed heartily. He had given Zhao An his beautiful and alluring wife in exchange for this cooperation, and now the other party wanted to take it all over with just a few words? No way, dream on!
"I'm not joking, I'm serious. The older generation simply doesn't understand. The future belongs to the internet age; online industries will be the mainstream. I know you're selling smartphones, bypassing physical stores through online platforms. It's difficult for physical businesses to restrict you." Fang Shunli took a deep breath. Based on his sister Fang Shuiling's report, he did indeed need to rethink his strategy and find an opportunity to cooperate with Zhao An.
However, cooperating with Zhao An was difficult. He genuinely liked women, and his tastes were extremely discerning. Sending him any woman he wanted was a no-brainer. Last time, a small family sent a virgin who had been given oral sex, and she couldn't even get in the door. After that, that small family disappeared; now they're probably working in a factory, and their fate is self-evident—constantly having their wages docked, being treated like dirt.
This information was particularly troublesome for Fang Shunli. Zhao An could accept mature women, but not virgins who had been given oral sex. How did he know that virgin had been given oral sex? It was a bit outrageous, and a bit ridiculous.
"The future truly belongs to the internet age. Zhao An's drone patents have been bought out by the military industry, you understand?" Bai Qingyang smoked a cigarette. With such high-end talent, underhanded methods wouldn't work. Zhao An could be unscrupulous, but others couldn't be unscrupulous towards him—that's reality, and also a lifeline!
Fang Shunli nodded. "That's right, so I plan to cooperate with you. I'll try to explain things to my dad. His considerations are reasonable; with overseas capital entering the market, they can crush Zhao An with money."
"Yes, haven't you already tested it?" Bai Qingyang chuckled. In this platform war, Zhao An neither lost nor won. Some free users were lured away, leaving only core users. That's enough. Retaining those who pay, and not caring about those who don't—those people are no threat. They'll always come back eventually. What's the big deal? As long as the platform has enough popularity, everything else is irrelevant.
Core paying users are the key; that's how you make money. What's the point of having massive traffic if you can earn money just by watching videos? Playing that cash-out scheme is laughable. This is the most disloyal thing imaginable. They release videos about "wool-gathering" (profiting from promotions), then set the withdrawal threshold at 99.9%, deliberately trying to disgust people. By exposing the disgusting side, their reputation will naturally collapse. If they don't want to pay, they can simply not pay. Creating a gimmick and then not allowing withdrawals is disgusting, absolutely disgusting!
The older generation of family heads might not understand, but surely their young heir understands? The future clearly belongs to the internet age; everything can be achieved online. Perfect timing and seamless interaction between online and offline are crucial.
"So, count me in for the collaboration?" Fang Shunli continued to probe. He had a premonition that this capital competition wouldn't be easy, and they might not even be able to crush the Bai family. They could even move the film industry online; they wouldn't go to the cinemas at all, even if begged. Even if it's piracy, the pirate would mysteriously die at home the next day—a sudden heart attack, a heart attack, etc.—making it impossible to suspect anyone else. Eventually, no one would bother with it anymore. Even if someone did act recklessly, they'd just get beaten up as soon as they stepped outside. Killing them is too easy; killing them would be difficult to deal with, but crippling them is best.
"Let's talk about it after you've gained control of the Fang family," Bai Qingyang smiled meaningfully. His cooperation with Zhao An was based on the simple premise that Zhao An wouldn't start his own business. A man who only liked playing with women was actually easy to control. His wife was no big deal; once she was given away, so be it.
Meanwhile, Zhao An sat on a sofa, resting for a while. He should find some fun. Huang Meng arrived just then. Huang Meng's face was now covered in scars. Everyone knew he was a eunuch. Even if he was the second young master, what good was it? He had no chance to rise, his resources had been forcibly taken away, and he had no confidants left, only a sycophantic advisor still following him. He was drinking dejectedly. Usually at this time, there would be no shortage of people flattering him, but now not a single one. Such was the coldness of human nature.
The two exchanged a glance, nodded, and raised their glasses in a gesture of reconciliation, as if to say they were letting bygones be bygones. Huang Meng's smile was radiant. If nothing unexpected happened, something big would occur tonight—something very, very big!
Zhao An patted Lin Meie's shapely buttocks, pretended to go to the restroom, and then sneaked into the bridal chamber. This was where the bride would get ready for the wedding. Before that, all he had to do was wait; someone would be waiting at the door.
The room was still filled with beautiful women: Lin Yuanyuan, the eldest daughter of the Lin family; Fang Shuiling, the eldest daughter of the Fang family; and several other pretty female family members. The makeup artist was applying makeup to Bai Qiuqin. It didn't take much time, as Bai Qiuqin was already very beautiful, and because she was frequently "moistened" by semen, she had a rosy complexion and always radiated a vibrant energy.
Zhao An locked the door from the inside and looked at the beautiful women inside. A lewd smile crept onto his lips. "Perfect timing. The wedding won't start for a long time. None of you will escape!" He then pressed Fang Shuiling's head down. She understood and squatted down, wearing high heels, and pulled down his pants, releasing the enormous dragon that had brought her to the brink of ecstasy.