Spring has arrived, and mating season is perfect for pregnancy. Watching one female anchor after another announce their pregnancies, Zhao An's lips curled up in a lewd smile. The idea of seeding the world is just the tip of the iceberg; too few people are pregnant. The more, the better.
Two hours later, Zhao An sat in a hotel private room, smoking a cigarette. The door opened, and Lee Boo-jin walked in, inviting the outsiders, "This way."
As Ivanka entered the room, she saw a man she didn't want to see sitting in the main seat. She squinted, "Why is he here?"
"Because this is my hotel," Zhao An exhaled, puffing out smoke rings. "Sit down!"
A pair of delicate, well-behaved silk feet appeared before Zhao An. The alluring toes and elegant arches, clad in flesh-colored stockings, added a touch of mystery. The toes, painted with pink nail polish, were faintly visible through the stockings, delicate and adorable, like a fairy playing the flute through a thin veil in the forest, enough to make any man's blood boil.
Her golden hair symbolized the beauty's passion. Her fair skin was well-maintained, soft and fine, its whiteness accentuating her already beautiful features. Her waist was slender, her belly smooth and flat, devoid of any fat. Her long, slender legs, draped in a layer of silk stockings as thin as a cicada's wing, cinched her legs and showcased her perfectly graceful curves. She wore strappy high heels, a single strap wrapped around her ankle, exposing a large expanse of her snow-white instep, showcasing the allure of her beautiful feet to the fullest!
Zhao An always liked to look at women from below. A woman with beautiful feet was generally not ugly. However, a beautiful woman didn't necessarily have beautiful feet. Foot fetishists always looked at feet first.
Ivanka frowned imperceptibly. She could clearly sense Zhao An's gaze, that sharp gaze that seemed to see right through her, a sense of utter clarity that was almost unclothed. "I heard your movie is getting a US release?"
"The overseas version won't be released so soon, and your sense of humor might be different from ours. We'll talk about it later. Nokia is number one, haha!" Zhao An's smile was a bit impudent.
Ivanka was about to explode, but she sniffed. There was a strange aroma in the air, a scent of medicine. But why would medicine have an aroma? "You!"
"Do you smoke?" Zhao An pulled out a cigarette and tossed it over. He glanced at Ivanka. Her breasts were indeed large. Foreign women seem to have large breasts, only occasionally smaller ones. But as the saying goes, big breasts mean sluts, and that's certainly true.
Ivanka took the cigarette, her fingers still adorned with purple manicure. Compared to the bright red, the purple nails were clearly more mysterious and noble, alluring yet mysterious, whereas the bright red ones were overtly coquettish, like a nosy whore.
"Whoa!" Ivanka exhaled a puff of smoke. The first puff made her feel refreshed. "What kind of cigarette is this?"
"Medicinal cigarettes. Fifty thousand dollars a pop. What you're lighting up now is fifty thousand dollars." Zhao An's expression was particularly smug, a kind of display of wealth.
This surprised Ivanka slightly. Fifty thousand dollars was just a fraction of a penny to her. But fifty thousand for a cigarette, a pack of cigarettes was a million dollars—in dollars. Spending a million dollars a day, and that was smoking? That was a bit off. "You're a man who really knows how to enjoy life."
From that point on, Ivanka began to take the man in front of her seriously. Putting aside her dislike, she saw him as a true genius, a business genius.
"Normally, your family business is primarily in real estate. It's certainly profitable, and one of the most profitable. But it's not always stable. What happens if something uncontrollable arises?" Zhao An snapped his fingers, and the waiters began serving the dishes. They were all exquisite Chinese cuisine, with no steaks or hamburgers.
"What do you mean? A threat?" Ivanka frowned, her beautiful blue eyes gleaming with anger.
"I don't think you're a true businessman. Your competitors have always been formidable. You don't think they're just in the oil business, do you?" Zhao An ate a sweet-scented osmanthus fish. This carnivorous fish, as its name suggests, is very expensive, but its meat is always very sweet.
"What do you mean?" Ivanka disliked this rhythm. As a strong woman, she wanted to take the initiative, not let her rivals take control.
"There are also internal competitors within the Trump family. If you want to gain an advantage, you must cooperate with me, or I'll cooperate with your rivals." Zhao An slowly outlined his plan.
"You bastard!" Ivanka gritted her teeth. This was clearly an attempt to get her to vote. Was that a threat? "What if neither of us chooses to work with you?"
"Then I'll partner with another group, and your real estate market will definitely explode." Zhao An, unfazed, then played a video. "This is the residential complex you invested in. It's quite beautiful."
"Of course!" Ivanka snorted, her expression impeccably arrogant. The next second, her mouth opened in surprise, revealing her perfectly aligned teeth and bright red tongue. It was tempting to shove my dick into her mouth and test this beauty's blowjob skills!
The video showed a hurricane sweeping in. This hurricane was a bit like a tornado, sweeping everything around it. Even large trucks would be swept away, leaving nothing behind.
The alarm came just in time, and most people evacuated. But the houses couldn't be evacuated, so the buildings built by Trump Real Estate were immediately devastated! A large area of houses was lifted by the hurricane, cars were thrown into the air, and huge holes were smashed into the houses.
This apocalyptic scene made Ivanka's heart swell. This was the project she was in charge of. Although natural disasters and man-made disasters were none of her business, the losses were still borne by her. After all, she was the person in charge. What does a person in charge do? To take the blame!