After three rounds of drinks, Zhao An remained as calm as ever, still chatting and laughing, not at all tipsy.
On the contrary, Tang Wenxiu was a bit tipsy. She knew she'd had a bit too much and might pass out if she drank any more.
"It was really fun chatting with Young Master An tonight. I'm a little tipsy and can't handle the alcohol. I'll be heading home now. Sorry."
"It's okay. You'd better find someone to take you home. It's too dangerous for a beautiful woman like you to go home alone. Sometimes accidents happen when you least expect them." Zhao An's smile was profound. Looking at the drunken beauty was truly charming. You know, mature women with temperament have always been his favorite. Young beauties rarely have unique temperaments. Zhang Qiaorong and Li Qian were both examples of this: one cool and powerful, the other seductive and alluring.
"Haha, you're really good at talking. I'm an old woman, who would have such bad intentions?" Tang Wenxiu giggled, covering her mouth. She instantly recalled yesterday's knockout and rape. She felt a surge of shyness, her lower body throbbing. It had been ages since she'd experienced the feeling of love between a man and a woman.
Zhao An stood up, intending to take advantage of the man's drunkenness to have sex. But on second thought, he decided to keep her in suspense. Getting laid was easy. He had no shortage of women, and keeping a mature woman in suspense, letting her, driven by lust and conflicting interests, actively seduce him—wouldn't that be wonderful?
After the stage of lust, Zhao An now focused on toying with the mind. While ensuring his prey wasn't being targeted by other hunters, he could then develop it himself, waiting for it to be in prime condition before devouring it. That was the most satisfying way.
"Let's go, I'll take you home. Don't overthink it. I think you're beautiful, but I don't have a habit of forcing myself on women. I never force myself on women, except maybe once in a while. Okay, a few times, but not often anyway," Zhao An said calmly, speaking frankly and walking ahead so the woman couldn't see his expression.
Raping Tang Wenxiu was his first time. It could be considered both rape and drugging. It was simply to satisfy his lust. And Tang Wenxiu was indeed very tight. Judging by the tightness, it must have been a long time since she'd had sex, at least three years. It was incredibly tight. It felt only slightly looser than my mother and Aunt Chai, almost like a virgin.
And the first time he raped her was probably with Liu Qianhong. That mature woman instilled in Zhao An a desire and urge to conquer her.
As for Qin Xue, it was more of an adultery, an exchange of interests. It could be considered a business deal, but they ended up becoming long-term sex partners, and she ended up getting pregnant.
Tang Wenxiu looked at Zhao An with some surprise and uncertainty, because a woman's sixth sense told her that something seemed off about him.
"Mr. An, you're joking. You're attracted to beautiful young women, not an old woman like me. Thank you, I'll be more than welcome. With your escort, the journey will be incredibly safe."
In the private car, Zhao An spent the entire journey on his phone, interacting with the female streamers and chatting with his followers in the livestream room. His occasional chats would send his fans into a frenzy. After giving Feng Timo and the other female streamers two 500-yuan rockets, the car arrived at a residential complex.
The complex was closed to outsiders, so the only way was on foot.
A gust of cold wind sobered Tang Wenxiu, still hungover, somewhat. She still had a splitting headache, clutching her head. "Are we home yet? Young Master An, I might need you to take me home."
"It's okay. I'm always helpful. You can put your arm around my shoulder. Which floor is that office building on?" Zhao An showed no impatience, and there were security guards watching.
Tang Wenxiu dialed a series of numbers, then slowly walked forward, her arm around Zhao An's shoulder. The click of her high heels echoed in the silent hallway. The streetlights were ample, so there was no need to worry about thieves or anything like that. The security here was quite good. A single apartment would cost at least 10 million yuan, and Tang Wenxiu, a member of the Tang family and a member of the group's management, naturally wouldn't be short of money.
No one in purchasing has ever been poor. Which purchasing agent isn't incredibly wealthy?
"Do you have any ginger at home? Boil ginger and brown sugar, then add a little green tea leaves. That's the most authentic brown sugar ginger tea, perfect for sobering up." Zhao An said as he walked, still looking down at his phone. Multitasking wasn't difficult for him.
Tang Wenxiu secretly glanced at Zhao An's phone. Sure enough, he was looking at the young female anchor. Her head was still a little groggy. "I have both at home, but I can't do it. How did you come up with the idea of live streaming? You're truly a genius. Revenue almost exceeded a billion in one day. It's a miracle."
"Nothing's surprising. Many people have created miracles. I'm just one of them. Do you think live streaming is easy? Haha, they'll soon learn what it means to eat something tasteless and then throw it away. Nothing is that simple. Not all plagiarism is effective." Zhao An sneered, unfazed by the impending competition.
Lose money? Those platforms shouldn't lose money, or at least they'll break even. But they'll soon be mired in endless debt in two months. Signing contracts, recruiting celebrities, and so on all require spending money.
Zhao An's platform earns a lot of money, but so does advertising, at least half of which goes to advertising. And after the advertising, he needs a star attraction. He's thankful for his participation in "The Voice of China," which boosted his fame and presence. Otherwise, the effectiveness of the livestream will be greatly diminished.
Those outsiders think they can outdo him, the original creator, with simple plagiarism? Don't dream. Dreams are full of possibilities. Why bother imagining such things?
The initial outlay is enough to make the capitalists suffer. The payback is slow, but the money is already gone. How can they accept this without further investment to recoup their capital? This is a trap, tempting on the surface, but incredibly dangerous.
Zhao An certainly won't say it himself. All words pale in comparison to his revenue reports. Since the capitalists are seeking their own doom, let these greedy businessmen enjoy it!