"Mmm… harder… fuck your auntie wife to death! Mmm… so big… my pussy feels so good… fuck me to death… mmm… ah! I'm coming!"
The auntie cried out, her head twisting, her sobs tinged with a decadent pleasure!
"Auntie wife, I'm coming too, let's come together! Be my wife and give me children! Ah! I'm shooting! I'm shooting! I'm shooting until your old slut's womb is full!"
Zhao An thrust forcefully for over thirty times, finally plunging in with a powerful thrust, pressing their genitals tightly together without a single gap.
His entire penis throbbed continuously, ejaculating copious amounts of semen, mixing with the vaginal fluids gushing out!
"Mmm… shoot… make my belly big! Mmm… so much… so hot… so much semen… all of it is inside!"
The auntie raised her neck and groaned, like a tragically beautiful swan.
Both were panting heavily after their climax…
Zhao An, satisfied, held his aunt, still ecstatic, and kissed her passionately…
His hands, meanwhile, were roaming freely!
One arm encircled his mother…
Looking at their similar faces, the two sisters, conquered by him, nestled obediently in his arms, panting. They were his elders, and he was their husband!
Contradiction, paradox, shamelessness filled his mind; the pleasure of challenging moral boundaries was endless!
The next day…
Zhao An got out of the RV, yawning. He was there to scout locations.
With the arrival of the financial crisis, online business was tough.
Everyone's savings were dwindling, and the winter for the live-streaming industry had arrived.
Besides his live-streaming platform, other platforms, large and small, were also operating.
And in less than a month, nearly 70% had gone bankrupt—a truly outrageous situation.
Fortunately, although his platform's revenue was declining,
it remained number one.
Furthermore, the platform had a good reputation; comments were controlled, preventing it from becoming a nuisance.
With video content, traffic was consistently good, and there were no strange web ads.
The homepage didn't pop up annoying live streams, so despite the proliferation of live streaming platforms,
Zhao An's platform remained very stable.
The financial crisis was expected to last about two years, and that was an optimistic view.
If things went badly, it might last another year or two.
After all, after debt defaults, insolvency, and even suicides, what would happen to the mess left behind?
Especially in finance, involving lending, violent debt collection, and other chaotic situations.
Every day, there were reports of desperate stock market investors jumping off buildings.
After all, many people had invested heavily during the two-month bull market, even taking out loans.
The situation was incredibly favorable; it was practically a pig could make money.
But what happened?
He built a magnificent mansion, entertained lavishly, and then his mansion collapsed.
"This place is nice; it's worth investing in."
Zhao An lit a cigarette and walked slowly, with Tang Bing and Bai Qingyang beside him.
It was hard to imagine that Bai Qingyang, at the height of his power, would come to see Zhao An.
A scion of a powerful family actually traveled a long way to seek advice from a collateral branch. Interesting. Was he unable to handle things himself and thus seeking guidance?
"You're planning to go into manufacturing?"
Bai Qingyang was somewhat surprised.
After all, the Zhao An he knew had made his fortune in finance; at least in manufacturing, he would believe that real estate would be more profitable.
And in the stock market during the financial crisis, he'd heard that Zhao An hadn't lost money; in fact, he'd made a considerable profit.
"Haha, finance is all hype. Compound interest, money making money—these illusions offer no real benefit. They bring in quick profits, but their foundation is unstable. If something goes wrong, you won't even know how you died. Look at the other three companies, what's become of them? Pfft, they can't even get foreign goods in; they're paralyzed."
Zhao An exhaled a smoke ring, facing a large open space.
"I don't plan on using much real industry here. I'll build a pedestrian street and light industrial factories. This area will become a large farmland, with vegetable processing next to it, and a large cooking center. They'll deliver meals to the company; I'm just improving my employees' benefits and creating some jobs along the way."
Zhao An spoke eloquently. If he were to talk about real industry, it would be the catering sector. People can't live without food, so there will always be profits in food.
"Now that HaoTuan's reputation is ruined, do you want to start from scratch?"
Bai Qingyang had to admire Zhao An; the man was indeed capable and had built a good reputation.
He had supported HaoTuan's food delivery business and then sold it.
Now that the platform's reputation was tarnished and it had become a bloodsucker, it had nothing to do with him.
And people wouldn't be saying, "The dragon-slaying hero has become the dragon himself!"
"No, no, no, don't you understand? In real business, how much money you make doesn't matter. Have you seen my company go public? Those are all scams. Going public is just playing the financial game, and I don't bother with finance. There are so many ways to make money these days. Take online gambling, for example. Do you know how much profit there is? At least 50 billion a year, and that's in US dollars! I know, but I don't do it. Do you know why?"
Zhao An's smile was sinister. Yes, why would he give up such huge profits?
"Why?"
Bai Qingyang vaguely guessed, but wasn't sure.
"That's all thanks to connections with foreign organizations. Otherwise, how could it be set up? What's the use of having so much money? I'm different from you; I only need enough to get by."
Zhao An's smile carried a hint of contempt. Money is indeed always better the more the better.
But what's the use? At a certain point, money is just a number!
"That makes sense."
Bai Qingyang nodded. "Count me in?"
"Go find it in other cities yourself. I'm taking it all here. Developers, businesses—I want it all, I'm not giving it to anyone!"
Zhao An clenched his fist. Why should he give away what he developed?
Besides, stimulating consumption is useless; everything he's doing is turning money that should have been spent into his own profit.
A person needs to eat, drink, and use the restroom. Haircuts, hair dyeing, styling, plus shampoo, shower gel, cosmetics, etc., are all considerable expenses each month.
His idea for creating this pedestrian street was to transform the area into a combined processing and retail space, offering discounts to his employees and other shoppers.
Through word-of-mouth, his brand awareness would gradually grow. He wasn't in a hurry; he didn't rely on it for profit.
It was simply a way to change his public image and establish himself as a true entrepreneur!