At night, not far from the traditional courtyard house stood a modern villa with a garden. This was Bai Qingyang's residence, a luxurious villa built at a cost of one billion US dollars—money he earned himself, not through family business, but from scratch.
The heir, on whom so much hope was placed, lived up to expectations, displaying first-rate vision and methods.
The villa was brightly lit, a banquet was underway, and waiters were at the entrance. Luxury cars drove into the villa's parking lot; those attending were all dignitaries and important figures. Making connections with any one of them would be extremely beneficial for ordinary people. The president of the trade association, the president of the antique collecting and trading association, and various other figures from all walks of life were present. There were even quite a few foreigners, demonstrating Bai Qingyang's powerful connections.
The men were all dressed in suits, ties, leather shoes, and shorts, looking incredibly dashing. The women wore evening gowns, various backless dresses, and crop tops; there were models and escorts, all there to liven up the atmosphere. There were all sorts of women—young and vibrant, mature and elegant, dignified and virtuous—a dazzling array that was hard to look away from.
Zhao An strolled over leisurely, having just gotten off Song Huili. After a two-hour nap and then a good time, he'd ejaculated a large amount of semen, thoroughly enjoying himself. He'd taken a shower before coming over. He was dressed casually, not in a suit or anything like that; there was no need.
A waiter at the door was about to stop him, but was quickly stopped by an older, more experienced staff member. "Don't make any rash moves," the waiter said. "This is Mr. Zhao, a distinguished guest. Don't be so handsy; you can't afford to offend him."
The younger waiter was a little scared. Getting a job here required connections, and even then, hard work was essential; otherwise, it was impossible to stay. It was the same here—hard work was valued, not connections.
Zhao An walked over casually. Song Huili didn't come with him; she was still bathing Bai Yue. The mother and daughter would arrive after getting ready. "Oh, isn't this Zhao An? No female companions with you? How pitiful! A big boss like you, without any female companions. Want me to send you a few?" A sarcastic voice rang out as Xu Chun walked over, arm in arm with a voluptuous and beautiful woman, exuding arrogance. After cooperating with the Lin family, his confidence had soared to unprecedented heights. By joining forces with the Lin family to eliminate the Bai family, the Xu family could become one of the new four major families.
Four big names are just four big names. Eliminate one, replace the other, and that's it. That way, neither the Huang family nor the Fang family would object. The Chamber of Commerce itself was not to be underestimated; it possessed real strength, and what it lacked now was only a title and status.
Zhao An looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and sneered, "I have no interest in these sluts. I'm more curious about what it feels like to kiss a mouth that's been sucked by countless dicks. Did you taste your father and your brother? Haha. Disgusting, ptooey, trash!" He then raised his middle finger, calling the Dick Chamber of Commerce trash.
"What the hell did you say!" A man next to him stepped forward. Seeing their boss insulted, he naturally had to stand up for him.
"I said I'd fuck your mother, you're not happy about that, are you!" Zhao An took out a cigarette and lit it. "Looks like you need a lesson."
"Heh, come and hit me if you dare!" the man sneered. "I, Yang Huikang, have never been afraid of anything."
*Smack!* A crisp sound rang out, and a pile of dog shit suddenly fell from the sky, hitting Yang Huikang squarely in the face, flying towards him just as he opened his mouth, ready to strike. Part of it was eaten, and part was smeared on his face, instantly filling the air with a stench—utterly repulsive, unbearably foul.
It seemed like a coincidence, a coincidence so absurd it was almost unbelievable. The surrounding guests covered their noses and walked away; no one could stand the stench.
"Ah! What is this!" Yang Huikang wiped his face. The stench almost made him faint; it was incredibly foul, so foul it made him want to vomit, even his last meal.
"It's probably excrement, but I don't know whose. You're really lucky; such a huge pile of dog poop fell from the sky and hit you. You should buy a lottery ticket; maybe you can win five or ten yuan," Zhao An sneered. He had just used his telekinesis to lift things up. What seemed absurd before had now come in very handy.
It wouldn't be appropriate to just physically attack him. "We could fight, but it's unnecessary, and the other side clearly won't back down. If Bai Qingyang intervenes, it could definitely be resolved, but that would incur a favor, so it's not worth it."
"Damn it, it's all your fault!" Yang Huikang was practically going crazy. Anyone would go insane in this situation, being seen in such a sorry state by so many important people! "I'll kill you, you motherfucker!"
Yang Huikang charged forward like a madman, clearly intending to splatter dog feces all over Zhao An; if they were going to lose face, they might as well share it. But for some reason, a rock happened to appear in his path, and he kicked it, sending him flying. He struck Xu Chun in the back, splattering dog feces all over Xu Chun, even getting some on his neck, and the stench immediately spread to him.
"What are you doing!" Xu Chun felt the disgusting, sticky stuff on his neck. His female companion next to him also screamed and moved aside in disgust.
"I...Young Master Xu, I didn't mean to! It was all his doing, that beast!" Yang Huikang hurriedly explained, not even knowing why he had flown over there. He'd even bumped into his master, and now both of them were covered in filth, the kind you couldn't wash off.
"Haha, I say, you don't need to try and prove your loyalty to me like this, it's useless. Just be a good undercover agent, and when you kill Xu Chun, you'll be the next heir to the chamber of commerce," Zhao An said with a loud laugh, turning and walking into the villa. Even as he left, he didn't forget to sow discord; his intentions were truly malicious!