The rich are indeed rich. This grand hall alone is over a thousand square meters, and that's just the main hall, not even including the banquet hall. The cost is staggering. Spending money is all about personal enjoyment; otherwise, it's meaningless. For wealthy families, prestige is paramount, and money is no object. Having money is the only thing that matters when they want to save face, so this villa isn't surprising.
Upon arriving at the hall, Zhao An wasn't impressed by its opulence. He took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and sipped it leisurely. His eyes surveyed the guests. He didn't need to curry favor with them, nor did he need to. Now, others were coming to him, to fawn over him, not the other way around.
Looking at the beautiful women—long legs, high heels, stockings, and even cheongsams—there was something for everyone. If you went to the pool in the back, you could even see bikinis. There was a pool here, a very large one at that; those looking for a romantic getaway could give it a try. Women are merely spice in the eyes of these powerful and wealthy men, used for entertainment. A rich man without a few mistresses is embarrassed to go out in public.
"Good evening, Young Master An." A thin, sleazy middle-aged man approached with champagne, his suit making him look rather unrefined.
"Hmm, Bai Yan, right? You're quite the sleazy one." Zhao An picked up bread, cakes, and pastries from a table and began eating as if he hadn't eaten in decades, swallowing them one bite at a time. Like a glutton, he devoured a whole row of pastries in no time.
After so much sex, how could he continue having sex with women without replenishing his energy?
As for worldly opinions, they were completely irrelevant to him. Face and reputation were unimportant to him. When he was rich, he naturally had face. When he was poor, no amount of talk mattered; others would still look down on him. Worldly customs? "No need. Why leave the food here uneaten? Is it just for show?"
Bai Yan's lips twitched slightly. He was speechless at such a comment. "Young Master An is right. Is there anything I can do for you? Has Huili been serving you well?" This was a deliberate reminder that he had traded his wife for this opportunity.
Zhao An looked at Bai Yan. This was a typical petty person, and not just any petty person, but a sleazy and despicable one. Such a person was an opportunist, a scoundrel, not worth getting close to—an unreliable drinking buddy. "What are your skills?"
"I'm good at financial management," Bai Yan said confidently, seemingly implying something.
"A young model's annual fee is only one million, a slightly lower one is two hundred thousand. How much do you think your wife is worth?" Zhao An's expression was incredibly mocking. "Don't you know who a finance position is for?"
"I know, my confidant, Young Master An, trust me, I can handle this position," Bai Yan patted his chest, his arrogance bordering on shamelessness.
"Heh, idiot." Zhao An took out his phone and tapped it twice. "Alright, here's five hundred thousand. Get lost. You clueless moron, you brain-dead fool."
Bai Yan's face turned pale and then red from the insults, but all he got was five hundred thousand. That would be enough for him for a while, but he'd given away his wife and only received five hundred thousand in return? With Zhao An's status and influence, shouldn't he at least give him a better position? "Young Master An, is this enough?"
"Isn't it too little?" Zhao An's expression held a hint of mockery. "Alright, that's all. Do you know why you've ended up like this?" He then adjusted Bai Yan's collar, speaking like a kind elder to a junior.
"What's the reason?" Bai Yan asked, puzzled, wondering why Zhao An had suddenly become so agreeable.
"Because you're an idiot. The Bai family's education was quite successful; how did we end up with such a fool? If you had even a little bit of sense, you wouldn't have ended up like this." Zhao An sneered. "Talking to you for even a few more words feels like an insult to my intelligence."
These words made Bai Yan's expression change, but he still held back. A ninja must endure what ordinary people cannot endure. He can endure anything: his wife's infidelity, his wife being penetrated by another man, his wife becoming pregnant from being penetrated by another man—he can endure everything. There is nothing he cannot endure. "Young Master An is right, I will definitely change next time."
Even a fool would know that Zhao An had made it clear he wouldn't give him any position. A company's finances are always handled by professionals, and in larger companies, finance is handled by insiders; outsiders have no chance of interfering. Trying to interfere would likely result in having their hands broken.
This is a typical situation, an unspoken rule. Important departments are either filled by trusted confidants or insiders; outsiders are never allowed. This kind of thing is commonplace in every company; it's so obvious you don't even need to think about it or do anything about it.
Seeing Bai Yan's humiliation brought knowing smiles to many faces. Bai Yan was a notorious coward, the kind of person who couldn't be helped. He had ambitions that were too high for his abilities, yet he wanted what wasn't his, ultimately only ending up with a bitter pill to swallow. If he weren't a member of the Bai family, he probably would have died countless times already.
At this moment, Song Huili arrived with her daughter, Bai Yue. Having been fucked all afternoon, her pretty face remained flushed and radiant. She wore a traditional cheongsam, its full curves accentuating her stunning beauty. On her feet were white round-toed high heels, exuding both elegance and fashionable sexiness. She possessed a natural, alluring charm that captivated men's attention.
Bai Yue was also dressed in a cheongsam, showcasing her long, beautiful legs. Her fair skin seemed to almost peek out from her flesh-colored stockings, a mesmerizing sight. Her innocent face shimmered with a seductive allure, possessing the captivating charm of a girl next door blossoming into womanhood. Standing next to her mother, Song Huili, this mother-daughter duo immediately drew most of the attention!