"This is the performance of this year's family members. Every year, we recruit a select number of them into the Bai family. Only with the support of outstanding talents can the family grow and prosper. This year, there are twenty spots available. Anyone with an idea can vote." Bai Song rested his elbows on the table, his chin resting on his palms, and spoke in a calm voice.
The family members are all CEOs of various regions, capable individuals, and legitimate descendants of the family. The term "legitimate descendants" refers to those who have made significant contributions to the family, while the term "bloodline" is a joke. They are all Bai family members, and the distinction between clans and collateral branches is merely a matter of resource access; they are essentially the same.
Without any surprise, Zhao An's name was included on the ballot. To have achieved such success without the family's support speaks volumes about his potential. More importantly, Zhao An is still very young, only seventeen years old, and has a promising future!
In the eyes of a large family, this astonishing achievement is merely a threshold for entry; the amount of wealth created is the more important metric. Without money, can love generate power? Without money, what's the point of romance? Go fuck a stone. Raising a bitch is pointless.
In less than a moment, twenty spots had been announced. Some had different surnames, some had the same surname, but it didn't matter. To enter the core power structure of the Bai family, one needed to change their name. Changing their name was a simple matter, not too much trouble.
"It seems everyone has chosen. Then, let's announce the voted candidates," Bai Song said to his assistant. As the head of the family, he naturally couldn't do these things personally. He could watch but not act, a consequence of his status.
The first person on the screen was almost certainly Zhao An, without a doubt. Not only was he young, but he also had a lot of assets.
It's not that no one has chosen to enter the live streaming industry, but they haven't rushed in. The two major live streaming platforms, Future Platform and Zhandou Platform, rely on live streaming revenue. Even if they do nothing, they still earn at least 100 million yuan a month, which is already impressive.
Achieving a net profit of 100 million yuan in traditional industries requires even greater costs. Yet, the live streaming industry has achieved this, and Zhao An's platform's monthly net profit never falls below 2 billion. What a terrifying figure!
Furthermore, there's some unbeknownst information: Zhao An has invented quite a few patents. Everyone present is a shrewd individual. Even without swallowing up their businesses, there's still profit to be made simply by collaborating with them. While the family takes the lion's share, they can accept a share.
There are nineteen others, both men and women, all of whom have demonstrated their abilities. Zhao An is the youngest, at an exaggerated age of almost seventeen. The oldest is already in their forties. How could this comparison not be exaggerated? The average age of members admitted in previous years has been around thirty, so you can imagine how difficult it is to enter the Bai family.
"Okay, now that we've decided, let's get started. Zhao An is a great young man, young and promising. Let Qiuqin recruit him. The others will be assigned seats. Does anyone else have any objections?" Bai Song surveyed the members, his dignity shone through without anger.
Although the other members were somewhat displeased, they could do nothing about it. After all, the other party was the clan leader.
Assigning members was also a way of dividing up resources. Whoever could secure more high-end talent would continue to control greater resources.
Zhao An had no idea of this happening. Who could have known such a dramatic event would unfold, as thrilling as a novel? He had just climbed off his cousin Ding Meifeng's body. The young cousin was a delight to fuck. She possessed the tenderness of a young woman, combined with the sultry energy of a mature woman. The blend of these two qualities created a unique aura that was even more appealing to Zhao An.
Ding Meifeng blinked at Zhao An, her eyes nearly watering. "Husband!"
Zhao An lowered his head and kissed his cousin. "Mm, remember what I said. Sleep well and don't overthink it."
"Mm, I love you, husband." Ding Meifeng's voice was filled with tenderness. She was thinking about bearing a child for her cousin, raising her hips as high as possible to retain the cum in her vagina. The feeling of her uterus filling made her feel slightly bloated. It was truly embarrassing to be pregnant with her cousin's child!
Zhao An smiled and went to the bathroom to shower. After all that morning sex, a shower was necessary to feel refreshed for work.
Today was the weekend, and there were no classes. Saturdays and weekends were a rare opportunity for relaxation.
Taking advantage of the free time, Zhao An continued filming while also considering developing some film themes. An Android system alone wouldn't be enough to deal with Qian Yuling's 400 billion yuan debt.
In the factory office, Qian Yuling was working on documents when the door opened. Zhao An walked in, exhausted. "Have you taken care of the industrial business?"
"What industry?" Qian Yuling narrowed her eyes. As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao An came to her seat, picked her up, and kissed her. He expertly pulled her pants up and her underwear down, took out some lubricant, squeezed a little on his penis, and then lowered her body.
Puff! The rock-hard cock, hard enough to force its way through the tight anus, entered Qian Yuling completely as he descended!
"Hmm! Can you please talk properly?" Qian Yuling frowned. She had said that Zhao An could fuck her asshole and back anytime he wanted.
"I've been like this all night, and I can't hold it back anymore. Let me have some first! Oh, so tight, so comfortable!" Zhao An said, and began to fuck her, seemingly venting his lust.
Qian Yuling leaned against the desk helplessly, biting her lip and silently enduring the man's rape. Fortunately, it was only her backside, giving her some comfort that she hadn't truly lost her virginity.
After ten minutes of sex, Zhao An slowed down and held Qian Yuling tightly in his arms, hugging her big white breasts from behind. "The industries need to be sold off. Sell all of them and get rid of them. Then focus on producing smartphones. This will stabilize you. I will buy half of your stocks to stabilize the stock market. As long as the phones sell well, the stock will naturally rise."