An hour later, Zhao An and the others arrived at the Swan Hotel. The private room was already filled with hot meals, all served on time. He didn't like waiting; time was precious to him, so he'd called ahead to make a reservation.
Zhang Qiaorong finally showed up for the meal. She didn't really enjoy freeloading, but she was looking forward to dinner with Zhao An, as she always had the chance to profit from it.
Zhao An, on the other hand, didn't care about her intentions. He was playing the game of boiling a frog in warm water, making her dependent on him. Any excessive demands would be understandable.
"Eat! Eat well, and you'll have the energy to work." Zhao An emphasized the word "work." He looked at the pretty Huang Lin with a malicious look. This CEO queen was still pinned down by him. He wondered if the thought of the once admired business genius now reduced to a mere bitch under his lap would make him explode with rage.
Halfway through the meal, Zhang Qiaorong clinked her glass with Zhao An's. "Zhao An, a new livestreaming platform will be launching soon, called Zhandou Live. They've invited some celebrities to help out, so be careful."
"Celebrities? What celebrities?" Zhao An said calmly. He wasn't afraid at all.
"They're just some boy bands and girl bands. They can't afford to spend a fortune, and A-list celebrities aren't easy to hire," Li Qian added, concentrating on a grilled steak. She didn't know why Zhao An had ordered a cumin steak for her; it was actually her favorite flavor, and she hadn't even noticed. She couldn't help but glance at him.
"Haha, they'll soon realize how wrong they were. I'm really surprised that Tang Group isn't participating, though. That's interesting. It seems this chairman isn't such a loser after all." Zhao An tapped the table and clinked his red wine glass with his.
Huang Lin sipped her papaya milk, her pretty face blushing as she looked at Zhao An. He was increasingly giving off the air of a domineering CEO, a domineering aura that made her a bit obsessed. As a strong woman, she either needs a man who can control her, or a man who can control her. Conquering and being conquered are two extremes.
Watching the increasingly domineering Zhao An, Huang Lin's endocrine system raced. Her pretty face flushed slightly, her mouth parted slightly, and paired with her delicate makeup, she suddenly looked incredibly beautiful, her lower body already slightly moist.
"Their chairman isn't very good. They still rely on the three CEOs below them," Zhang Qiaorong explained.
"Three CEOs?" Zhao An raised his brow. Generally speaking, a company should only have one CEO.
"That's right, there are three presidents. There's one president for the East, West, and North regions. The Eastern Region has one president, one president for the Western Region, and one president for the Southern Region. The Northern Region is overseen by the chairman himself and the board of directors. Tang Bing's mother, Qian Yuling, is actually in charge of the Southern Region. She's a remarkable woman. Tang Group's performance in the South used to be the worst, but within two years of her arrival, she's boosted it, and now it's number one. She's not to be trifled with. And it's said she likes to play with prostitutes." Zhang Qiaorong, a rare bit of gossip, gave a meaningful smile.
"Playing with prostitutes? That's perfectly normal. Rich men hire prostitutes, and rich women hire prostitutes. There's nothing wrong with that." Zhao An didn't mind, but his impression of Qian Yuling was much lower. She was an unchaste woman. He didn't realize Qian Yuling's prostitution was simply a desire to cripple men. If he'd known she enjoyed using a flamethrower to burn dicks, he wouldn't have been offended. She's a ruthless woman.
"Are you not interested in her? She's a real beauty, just a little older." Zhang Qiaorong's smile was playful, almost seductive.
Zhao An took out a cigarette, and Huang Lin beside him obediently lit it for him. Her delicate body trembled slightly, but in reality, she was aroused by the man's large hands caressing her perky buttocks.
"I'm not interested in her. Don't treat me like a beast who gets aroused by the sight of a woman. Did you come to dinner with me just to encourage me to seduce a woman?"
"No, I'm just being honest. You can try. Back to business, Qian Yuling had already offered 118 billion yuan, but she only raised the price twice before giving up. I don't know why, perhaps she had her own unique considerations. She's never been a simple woman. Perhaps she saw the trap you set." Zhang Qiaorong also lit a cigarette, her nonchalant expression a bit lazy. Perhaps this was her truest side.
"A trap? It's not a trap, it's a stroke of luck, a stroke of luck that could net them a fortune. Haha!" Zhao An laughed. "You could think of it as a blessing!"
"A blessing? I don't think so. I actually think it's a trap. Haha, it has nothing to do with me. We have no conflict of interest." Zhang Qiaorong puffed out smoke. She was shrewd, preferring to earn less than take all the risks.
"Livestreaming can make money, that's for sure, but it depends on how much they want to earn." Zhao An speculated. If the so-called three-party joint venture, Zhandou Live, was willing to spend some money and run some advertising, it could still generate some revenue. But that's all. Wanting to make a big splash? That's practically impossible.
Livestreaming platforms aren't just for watching livestreams. They're essentially video websites, powered by short videos. Funny short videos are the real source of revenue. After all, not every livestreamer is online 24/7. Watching interesting videos or movies is also crucial to retain traffic.
Now, simple video websites are no longer sufficient. With limited traffic, successful resource conversion requires the development of new strategies.
Simply put, the old websites are inflexible, while the new ones lack the foundation. This is why neither can compete with Zhao An's live streaming platform.
Which is the truth, but Zhao An wouldn't be so foolish as to tell everyone everything. If there's money to be made, of course it's his own, not shared. Wouldn't it be nice to just keep it to himself?