Listening to the woman's cries for mercy, Zhao An grew increasingly aroused. After more than ten fierce thrusts, Zhao An sighed, his waist tingling, and his semen spurted out again, pouring into the woman's womb.
Pop! Zhao An laid Cobie on the carpet. He saw the woman before him, battered by abuse, her body covered in the marks he had left behind. Her labia majora were red and swollen from the prolonged congestion. Her vagina had expanded, revealing a dark opening, and the fleshy buds could be seen wriggling. The woman's tender pink vaginal walls were so captivating. So this was the scenery inside the vagina.
Zhao An stuffed his cock into Cobie's mouth, and she sucked knowingly. After cleaning his cock, Zhao An went to the bathroom alone to wash off the sweat. When he came out, he found Cobie, exhausted, asleep on the carpet.
He carried the woman to bed. It was already dawn, and the night had passed without him noticing. Time really flew by.
He went home that morning and had breakfast with his mother. He hadn't returned all night, and his mother hadn't said anything, only urging him to be careful and take care of himself.
Qian Yuling also yawned as she left the room. Seeing Zhao An, she dragged him back inside in front of everyone, like a wife milking her husband's semen. Time to pay her dues!
Faced with the beastly Zhao An, even Qian Yuling was completely entranced. Trying to squeeze him dry was simply impossible.
Instead of going to the company, Zhao An went to another building, the headquarters of the Haotuan platform. Although the platform had been sold, he still held shares and didn't even plan to manage it in the future. If it weren't for the platform's continued stability, he wouldn't even want to be president.
This time, he was there for a meeting. A competing platform had already emerged, clearly aiming to challenge Haotuan. It was Chimo, a platform jointly established by the Fang and Huang families. It specialized in food delivery. The profits there were staggering. Even with the initial minimal profits, the platform still generated hundreds of thousands in revenue. If traffic continues to expand, millions of dollars a day won't be a dream.
This is an astonishing profit, unattainable for most industries, and it's no wonder they're eager to get a piece of the pie.
In reality, platforms are all greedy. They'll never be satisfied with a dollar per order, their appetites only growing. Ultimately, it's a three-way struggle between merchants, riders, and buyers. If this industry isn't rectified, it's bound to rot.
Zhao An, having long foreseen this future, has no interest in this industry. He's all about making a quick buck, and once he's earned enough money and popularity, he'll retreat. For him, as long as he maintains his buzz and generates buzz, he can quickly fuel an industry wherever he goes.
In fact, many shareholders are also present at the meeting. This dilution of power is absolutely unacceptable to a top talent. Zhao An prefers to hold sole control, making the final decision. This is how he can lead the group forward. For a shrewd and capable person, this approach is more satisfying. Even the best ideas won't be executed if you're discussing with a bunch of pigs.
"I propose raising the commission to three yuan. Our traffic is already stable, so now's the time to consider improving performance," a shareholder began, his tone brimming with smugness. Speaking at a conference for such a large and promising platform, he felt quite high-spirited.
Zhao An lit a cigarette, staring at the other person as if he were an idiot, without saying a word.
Next to him sat Zhang Qiaorong. She had been with Zhao An, having just returned today. She wasn't upset that Zhao An hadn't visited her for the New Year; after all, he'd been very busy this year. The gifts had arrived, but he hadn't. As she watched the shareholder speak, and then glanced at the man's expression, she knew what was going on.
Zhang Qiaorong represented the Zhang family, and her shares had also become his. The price was that Zhang Qiaorong would unconditionally become Zhao An's woman. Money for goods—this was perfectly normal. A daughter so beautiful was meant to be sold.
The others echoed the sentiment, "Yes, the price should have been raised long ago." "How can we make money without raising it?"
The vice president solicited opinions, and most agreed with a price increase. After all, making money was the most important thing. "President, what do you think?"
"Since you all have no objections, I won't comment. What's there to discuss with a bunch of pigs? I've already sold the platform, and how you operate it is your business. Vote for it. If you're surpassed, don't come to me. I don't care about such matters." Zhao An blew smoke rings, his expression utterly disdainful.
"What do you mean? Are you saying we're all pigs? We're all doing this for the good of the company. That's quite disrespectful!" The shareholder who had raised the issue was furious. A rare opportunity to show off, only to be immediately rejected. Where was his pride?
"Haha, you're worse than a pig, a worthless piece of shit. You played a terrible hand so badly. Okay, today's meeting will be uploaded to the website so everyone can see your wise decision." Zhao An finished with a disdainful smile, a statement that undoubtedly declared everyone present to be trash! "You!" The shareholder was about to say something, but the vice president stopped him. "Alright, since the president won't agree, then there's no price increase. You have to trust the president."
"Believe it or not, I have no interest in the president's position. Ha!" Zhao An scoffed. "You can discuss the rest of the matter among yourselves. Don't ask me, and don't ask for my signature. I won't take responsibility."
With that, Zhao An left the meeting room. Faced with a bunch of idiot teammates, the best thing to do was to break away from this group and find a new and suitable path.
The meeting room erupted in excitement. Unlike the flattery before, since Zhao An was no longer the president, there was no need for further flattery. He was the president now, but he definitely wouldn't be anymore, so there was no need for respect.
When they didn't interact, they would generously praise Zhao An as a genius. But when there was a conflict, they would tear each other apart, cursing each other with the most vicious language, wishing him a miserable death!
Zhao An could tell something was wrong at a glance, but he didn't care anyway, so he left.
Zhang Qiaorong had no doubt at all. After Zhao An left, she also left. There was definitely nothing wrong with following her husband. As for the reason, she could ask later. She still had to behave in a better manner!