Six months later, at school…
Zhao An arrived late, after the first class had already begun, and didn't go to the classroom.
Instead, he went to the principal's office. The school was expanding to include a university department, and to attract more excellent teachers, they needed his small help.
If students could have the opportunity to intern at his company or other factories, providing them with suitable internship positions, this would be more valuable than any other support.
Many university students struggle to find jobs, especially suitable ones.
And their majors don't necessarily have to be related to their field. Many biochemistry majors might end up as team leaders or supervisors on assembly lines.
Or they might become drivers or salespeople. Nothing is impossible, as long as there's a suitable position.
Currently, only Zhao An could provide these positions, transitioning from an internet company.
He didn't go into finance or real estate—neither of those high-yield, low-risk ventures.
This was somewhat puzzling.
After all, real estate profits are substantial if you have enough capital.
Acquiring land at a low price, developing it, and then selling it for ten times that price, not to mention other miscellaneous projects involved.
Parking lots can be sold for money, property management can be sold for money, there are many ways to make money.
Zhao An disdains dabbling in finance. Finance is not a good thing; it's all about using leverage to cash out.
The only reason the financial industry is so popular is because of its exorbitant profits.
Besides, financial products allow you to make money while lying down. Why stand up when you can lie down?
Human nature is greedy and lazy!
He's already slept with most of the teachers at the school, and even the relatively clean celebrities in the entertainment industry.
Now Zhao An faces a rather awkward situation: the female teachers he could get his hands on at school have all become pregnant, and he's also had quite a few female students—nearly thirty.
If the number increases further, it will become a burden for him.
After all, he'd gotten a student pregnant.
Making a big fuss about this wouldn't do him any good.
So, after thinking it over…
Zhao An was a little annoyed.
In the principal's office, Bai Junlin, who had just given birth, still had a rosy complexion, but her figure appeared slightly fuller.
She had initially thought that being an older mother would cause complications, but her delivery had been exceptionally smooth, ending in less than half an hour.
She even had the energy to chat and laugh.
"Honey, this is the file that just arrived. It wants our school to select two teachers to teach in remote mountain villages for a period of time."
Bai Junlin showed the file directly to Zhao An. It wasn't about whether it was legal or not; it was about giving men a new path.
Going out and causing trouble for other women was better than staying at school and having affairs with women close at home.
More than thirty female students had gotten pregnant and were on leave for maternity leave.
Even she would find this a bit of a headache.
Fortunately, it could be smoothed over; it wasn't a big deal.
If she got all the average girls in school pregnant, she'd really be in trouble.
Zhao An glanced at the document, his expression somewhat strange. "I'll go then. It'll be a good opportunity to start a business over there.
Manufacturing is always fundamental. I don't deal with finance anyway, so I might as well do something good."
Zhao An wasn't just talking nonsense. Some mountain villages are very remote; even his grandmother's village only got a road built a few years ago.
Before, it was all dirt roads. Walking home on rainy days, your feet would be covered in mud that you couldn't wash off.
It's said that to get rich, you must first build roads. With roads, you can attract outside investment, and local specialties can be sold.
But everyone wants to build roads.
But they can only choose to do it.
For no other reason than:
They don't have the money.
Young people have all gone to the big cities; there are hardly any people left in the villages.
Everyone needs to eat.
If it weren't for survival, who would willingly leave their hometown? Bai Junlin looked surprised. "Honey, if you go, what will we do?"
Zhao An laughed heartily and pulled Bai Junlin into his arms, inhaling the scent of her hair.
"Wife, I need to go for a walk.
Otherwise, if I stay here any longer, the whole school will probably become my harem."
Bai Junlin covered her mouth and giggled, "Okay, you're my husband, you decide."
She knew this was actually quite good.
Because Zhao An often hunted for women at hospitals or companies, using those women to help him out, and occasionally he'd sleep with celebrities and singers.
Moreover, Zhao An didn't like using condoms, preferred internal ejaculation, and wouldn't allow women to take any medication, only fertility drugs. Plus, his semen quality was excellent, almost guaranteeing pregnancy with every encounter; a few times internal ejaculation would result in impotence.
Regarding getting women pregnant…
Zhao An seemed to have a very strong obsession with it.
If he didn't get a woman pregnant, what was the difference between that and prostitution?
What's more, the thought of having another man's wife bear his child is incredibly exciting!
Zhao An had no choice. In the past two years, he'd slept with almost every woman he could get his hands on.
Now, it seemed like the women had all conspired to get pregnant, leaving him with no women to sleep with.
The women at the company were also heavily pregnant, having to work and provide Zhao An with sexual pleasure—it was quite a hardship.
After making up his mind, Zhao An began to act.
Passing by the music classroom, he peeked inside.
He saw Li Mingying wearing a maternity dress, her belly already showing a prominent curve. She had become pregnant a month after her affair with Zhao An.
Her daughter, Yang Xiaolin, was only a few days later; mother and daughter were both pregnant with Zhao An's child!
Seeing a mature female teacher pregnant with their child teaching, the students below had no idea that their goddess teacher was merely a bitch under their crotch!
They were both students, yet they were still in an era where they couldn't earn money and could only spend it…
Zhao An, on the other hand, was already financially independent and could freely indulge in playing with beautiful women—that was the difference!
After returning home, Zhao An told his mother, who was pregnant again, about his plans. Zhao Xinlei didn't insist that her son stay.
She simply nodded, "Be careful on your journey. How long will you be gone this time?"
"Three months or half a year, I guess.
I'm not going there to relax. I'm going to set up some factories and lease some land.
Developing some real businesses—with these industries in hand, we won't need to worry about market fluctuations; we can always keep making money."
Zhao An spoke with great confidence, and he truly was that confident.