Zhao An flirted briefly with Xie Mei before leaving, not pursuing her further. With a mature woman, one must slowly seduce and play with her; getting the hang of her all at once is quite boring.
He arrived at the first floor of the gaming company, which was the department specifically responsible for gaming. This was also a crucial revenue source, essentially relying on games for their revenue.
The current profitable business was the mobile game company Zhao An had developed. The League of Legends gaming department had also just been established and was currently renting a stadium for esports competitions.
Everyone in the department was busy. There were both male and female hosts. Female hosts and commentators were equally important, requiring a deep understanding of the game and professional makeup artists to ensure a certain level of popularity. Once they had enough popularity, they could livestream on the platform to generate more revenue. Everyone was no stranger to fantasizing about female hosts.
Seeing Zhao An arrive, everyone nodded and greeted him, "Hello, boss."
Zhao An nodded in return. Being a boss was truly different from being an employee. However, he didn't go to extremes for a tiny profit. This little money was just a drop in the bucket, and using it to earn his employees' dedication was a good thing.
Xiao Cang was diligently taking notes while playing the game. She was a hardworking woman who wouldn't rely on her looks or unspoken rules to get ahead. Although her previous contract prohibited job hopping and finding a boyfriend, Xiao Cang ignored these clauses.
Since she had signed a contract, she had to work hard to improve her skills.
She lived in a high-end apartment and ate meals that cost a hundred yuan a pop. This kind of luxurious lifestyle couldn't be afforded without tens of thousands of yuan a month.
Aside from toiletries and personal items, she barely had to spend anything. She received transportation subsidies, late-night snacks, and even a gym membership—everything was as per the contract's stated benefits.
Zhao An quietly observed the female hosts. Xiao Cang was studying diligently, while Xiao Lou was applying makeup and watching videos, perhaps half-asleep.
Xiaomi occasionally fiddled with her clothes, seemingly uncomfortable with the tight suit, which constricted her breasts.
Seeing this, Zhao An walked over. "How's your study going?"
Xiaomi was startled and quickly took off her headphones. She said a little awkwardly, "Boss, sorry, I didn't see you coming. I'm learning, but it's a little hard to understand. Your videos are very valuable, and sometimes I can't even keep up."
"It's okay, just practice more. Doesn't your clothes fit? You can change to something bigger. They're squeezed, haha!" Zhao An added a quip.
"Oh, boss, you're so mean." Xiaomi slapped him coquettishly, her beautiful eyes tinged with shyness, yet also with a hint of seduction. Of the three female commentators, Xiao Cang was the most dedicated; the other two were full of flirtatious energy. "Seriously, if you squeeze them, they'll be useless." Zhao An reached out and pinched her breasts, a lewd smile playing on his face. "Okay, today's Saturday, and you still have a week. The tournament starts next weekend. All you have to do is make sure the games don't get boring. I'll pair you with a male commentator. You'll control the game first, and then we'll slowly provide professional commentary. Just don't just sit there like an idiot."
Xiaomi lowered her head shyly, not showing any anger at the pinching of her breasts. She knew it was all worth it. After a few days of working there, she had come to like the job. No, it should be said that she liked the treatment. The food was better than others, the accommodation was more comfortable, everything was much better than others. Compared to her old life of cramming on the bus, she didn't want to go back even for a moment.
Zhao An suddenly put his arm around Xiaomi's waist, holding her tightly. He grasped her chin with one hand and lowered his head to kiss her tender red lips. After a few kisses, Xiaomi's delicate body softened. Taking advantage of this moment, he thrust his large tongue forward, seducing her, prying open her tightly clenched teeth and capturing her hidden tongue. Their tongues entwined tightly.
The kisses made Xiaomi's blood race. Her face flushed, and even her nipples hardened. She seemed aroused. "Boss... you're so mean... bullying me..."
"Who made you so pretty... I'll take you out for a nice meal next time. Work hard and perform well, and I'll give you a raise." Zhao An pinched her hips and smiled meaningfully.
This was the beginning of an unspoken rule. He would definitely have the final say, and whether or not someone got a promotion or a raise depended entirely on his mood.
Xiaomi felt her breathing quicken, her heartbeat faster than usual, and even her breasts began to tremble slightly. It was a thrill, and she felt a surge of shame and indignation. She had only met Zhao An twice, and yet she'd done such a thing. What a shameless woman!
"Boss, I'll try!" Xiaomi whispered shyly.
Looking at Xiaomi, who was as shy as an ostrich, desperate to hide herself, Zhao An internally sneered. These money-worshipping bitches were really easy to deal with. "Well, keep up the good work," he said, patting her hips and leaving. Today wasn't the time to mess with his subordinates; he was here to inspect the work.
After holding a brief meeting with the gaming division staff to determine their short-term goals, Zhao An left.
Back in his office, his secretary, Zhao Fei, dressed in a cropped dress, knocked on the door. Since there were only female employees here, a slightly revealing outfit didn't matter. Even the manual labor was done by sturdy, muscular peasant women. With a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, the peasant women didn't ask any questions and simply did the manual labor with peace of mind.
"Boss, someone has made an appointment to meet you later. She seems to be your friend. A young beauty is waiting in the lounge, and she is bringing a female companion with her. Is he flirting with other girls again?" Zhao Fei asked with blinking eyes, her tone was teasing. She would not be jealous or angry, there was no need to. Those women were not qualified to make her feel a sense of crisis and jealousy. At best, they were just playthings.