Tang Bing guzzled baijiu, each mouthful like a knife scraping back and forth across his throat, the pain unbearable. His stomach burned. Drinking so much baijiu at once would have given him no chance of a perforation, let alone a gastric perforation. Even if he didn't suffer intestinal bleeding from the liquor, he'd likely suffer from alcohol poisoning. While death was unlikely, rushing to the hospital would still cause severe pain. It wasn't a pleasant experience.
Furthermore, he'd been the one to do this cruel thing. The other party hadn't even taken action, but had simply produced evidence to convince him to give in. It was truly humiliating. Tang Bing could even see the playful expression on Zhang Qiaorong's face. Had that woman known about Zhao An's background from the start, and therefore collaborated with him?
"Ugh!" Tang Bing couldn't hold back after two bottles, and felt the urge to vomit.
"After you finish drinking, I can consider a partnership. Haha, you can't even finish three bottles of baijiu, and you're still talking about business? And you're still calling yourself a man? I'm now questioning your manhood. I doubt you even have a penis." Zhao An picked up the red wine, swirled it twice, and blew directly into the bottle. He was now immune to all poisons. Drinking? It was no different from drinking plain water.
Tang Wenxiu felt a little sorry for her nephew, a little reluctant, but she didn't say anything to stop him. This was a test, a punishment. Although she didn't know what nephew had done, she knew it wasn't a good thing. He deserved it, right? But it was still a little hard to understand in front of his family.
Zhao An watched Tang Bing sip his wine. After a few minutes, he finally finished all three bottles of baijiu.
Tang Bing was already a bit tipsy, his stomach churning and burning as if it were on fire. "Young Master An... uh... Young Master An, are you satisfied?"
"Get lost!" Zhao An waved him off like trash, then said to the two women, "Eat, keep eating."
Tang Bing stumbled out, and his men immediately helped him up. Losing consciousness, he uttered only one sentence: "Go to the hospital, get a gastric pump!"
Tang Bing's lackeys stumbled and rushed their master to the hospital. While they didn't know why he'd gotten so drunk, it was better to feign ignorance of the higher-ups' affairs.
Zhao An, Tang Wenxiu, and Zhang Qiaorong were the only ones left in the private room. A silence fell, and they didn't know what to say.
Zhao An, however, smiled nonchalantly and asked, "Zhang Qiaorong, aren't you and Li Qian inseparable? Why did you come to the appointment alone today? Could it be that Li Qian found a boyfriend and dumped you?"
The pretty Zhang Qiaorong responded dismissively, "Don't worry, even if she dumped you, she won't dump me. We're good friends. She's busy. Do you think everyone is as laid-back as you?"
"Leisurely? No, no, no." Zhao An clinked his glass with hers, then laughed, "That's not leisurely. Do you know what truly intelligent people do?"
"When it comes to employing people, the lower ones work hard, the middle ones use them, and the higher ones observe them." Zhang Qiaorong was clearly an expert in this area. She was no mere vase, and winning her over was a difficult task. When a wealthy and beautiful woman has no shortage of money, work, or lap dogs, it's not easy to win her over. Furthermore, she's a lesbian, someone who enjoys women. This is a bit awkward.
Tang Wenxiu sat quietly, worried about her nephew's safety, yet afraid to leave without permission. She wasn't afraid of Zhao An, but rather wanted to reach a partnership. This time, the supply breach was certain, so they had to make up for it elsewhere. And when it came to making money, I believe there weren't many in the world who could surpass Zhao An. He was a genius, a business genius!
"Haha, smart, you're right. But you're also wrong about one thing: you can only be a hands-off boss if you possess this ability. Otherwise, being foolish and unaware of being tricked by your subordinates and still feeling complacent is foolishness. You see me relaxing, but how do you know I'm not just trying to adjust my mindset?" Zhao An laughed heartily. Now he looked like a CEO. He was chatting and laughing, gracefully and without a trace of awkwardness.
"You've made money, so whatever you say makes sense. Okay, I'm done eating. I still have to prepare for the auction, so that's all. We'll have tea together sometime next time. Goodbye. I'll be leaving now, Aunt Wenxiu." Zhang Qiaorong greeted with a smile. When dealing with people of the older generation, she always acted impeccably and left no room for criticism.
After Zhang Qiaorong left, Tang Wenxiu and Zhao An were the only two left in the private room. A man and a woman alone, wasn't that a bit dangerous?
Tang Wenxiu then cleared her throat. "Young Master An, I didn't realize Xiaobing had a grudge against you. He's who he is, and the Tang Group is what it is. There's still room for us to collaborate. The Tang Group has many businesses, and I can see you're an ambitious man. We could collaborate in many areas, including transportation, factory manufacturing, and finance. What do you think?"
Women tend to be more tactful. They don't shout like Tang Bing, as if everyone owed him millions. "I'm not interested in other industries. To me, money is just a number. If I had money, I'd definitely grow vegetables and produce agricultural products. Doing some industrial work would be giving back to society. Real estate? That's just robbery. I'm not interested in real estate." Zhao An poured the other person a glass of wine, picked up the glass, clinked it with his own, and drank it before the other person could drink.
Tang Wenxiu also took a sip. "From what I understand, you seem to have registered a real estate company. Aren't you planning to enter the real estate industry? Many real estate tycoons are looking forward to you. Perhaps you can bring a unique new perspective to the real estate industry?"
"I told you, I'm not interested in real estate. Believe it or not. I'll contact you when the opportunity arises. I don't have any such plans right now." Zhao An truly had no intention of entering the real estate market. He had more than enough money now. He could open an industrial enterprise, invest in it, give back to society, and reap considerable benefits. Why not?