"I want my share back!"
Huang Meng wasn't impulsive. He knew his own limitations. He needed to get his share first, and then slowly plan his next move. Trying to get rich quick was unrealistic.
"Then do it. Don't expect me to help you."
Zhao An hung up immediately after speaking. Clearly, Huang Meng wanted his help.
Huang Meng paused for a moment after hearing the phone hang up, then a look of anger flashed across his face…
At the height of his anger, he suddenly let out a bitter laugh.
He had no right to negotiate with Zhao An on a power level…
He was already grateful that Zhao An didn't help him.
If Zhao An had kicked him while he was down, he would definitely be dead.
Although it's said that in the business world, only interests matter, and hatred doesn't really exist.
This varies from person to person. Some people like to hold grudges. Holding a grudge and seeking revenge are two different things, and revenge and interests are not mutually exclusive.
Zhao An genuinely had no interest in such things. He had absolutely no desire to take a bite out of the profits from the downfall of a so-called powerful family.
He was already incredibly wealthy; money was just a number to him.
The fluctuation of such numbers held no appeal for him.
The four major families all relied on connections in business, and what were connections? Naturally, they were combinations of interests.
A company, a hotel, a sauna—all were divided into shares.
The shares were distributed according to who participated; monopolizing the profits wasn't impossible.
It just meant the business wouldn't grow very large.
The business would grow larger and larger.
Without proper management, it simply wouldn't survive, so interpersonal relationships were crucial.
However, for Zhao An, there were no such restrictions.
He didn't own hotels or saunas, so it truly didn't matter to him.
This completely closed loop prevented outsiders from interfering.
And the profits wouldn't be high.
A businessman accustomed to monthly profits of tens of millions would absolutely look down on an income of a few thousand yuan. Let alone a few thousand, even tens of thousands of yuan would be scorned; it's considered worthless, even a dog wouldn't want it.
What you haven't obtained isn't something you crave; once you've obtained it, you can never go back.
People strive for higher positions, water flows downhill—it's a natural principle.
After being hung up, Huang Meng picked up his phone again and dialed, "Start the operation."
On the other side…
Zhao An also received a call from Bai Qiuqin, the beautiful wife who had just finished putting her baby to sleep.
"Honey, the old man of the Huang family is dead. The burial is today."
Bai Qiuqin grew up in the Bai family and was naturally very familiar with such matters.
This is a turbulent time. If Huang Yu can't stabilize the situation, he will obviously be devoured instantly by the surrounding wolves.
Friendship? There's a saying, "When people leave, the tea grows cold," let alone now that the Huang family patriarch is dead. There's much more to it than that.
Zhao An yawned. "Dead is dead, it has nothing to do with us."
"Guess what I found out in the countryside lately?"
"Honey, what did you find out?"
Bai Qiuqin had immense admiration for Zhao An. This man could build his fortune from scratch, accumulating resources step by step.
And he knew how to put on airs. His initial path to success was to pretend to have a powerful background, eliminate the underdogs, and safely navigate the development phase.
Now that he's amassed his wealth, he's no longer afraid of trouble.
Strength is always the foundation of dialogue. With strength, there's fair competition; without strength, you're crushed.
If the four major families had also started livestreaming immediately when he created the platform, four against one, Zhao An would never have had the chance to develop.
And without the opportunity to develop, he wouldn't have achieved his current scale. At this point, no one dares to make the first move.
Because they're resorting to underhanded tactics…
Zhao An is capable of underhanded tactics too.
What would happen if the power to the group headquarters were cut off for two or three days?
A group headquarters controlling dozens of branches can't afford a minute's rest. If it were shut down for two or three days, wouldn't that mean bankruptcy?
"Pickled vegetables, pickled radishes, I've tried them, they taste quite good.
The cannery can use some new varieties again. Expanding production won't affect our profits; in fact, it might bring unexpected gains!"
A cold smile played on Zhao An's lips. He knew, of course, how profitable the cannery was. A stable month's income was around one million, neither a huge nor a small amount.
Canned food isn't a necessity; people don't eat it every day, and even then, it's unbearable.
It's only eaten occasionally, so the demand is there, making a fortune is difficult.
"Okay, honey, you decide.
Remember to come back to see us soon, our little darling misses you so much."
Bai Qiuqin couldn't deny this, but she didn't want to get too involved.
Since she was already with Zhao An, she had no intention of going back, so whatever Zhao An said, her advice was good.
"Okay, I will.
Rest well and take good care of yourself. When we get back, I'll plant another seed for you!"
As Zhao An spoke, he began to become lewd.
"You're so annoying... honey!"
Bai Qiuqin's expression was incredibly alluring; if someone saw her, they'd probably take her to bed!
Unfortunately, no one could see her, not even her husband.