Hearing this, Bai Qiuqin instantly became aroused. She longed to be brutally raped by Zhao An right then and there. "I love you too, husband, I want it so badly!" Her steps faltered, her vagina both wet and itchy.
"I'll give it to you tonight. You little slut, think carefully about what lines you're going to come up with, something to really show off. Once the drug hits the market and starts generating profits, we'll get into the new energy industry and make a killing." Zhao An grinned lewdly. Those families who wanted to block him were idiots; they had no idea who they were dealing with.
"Okay, husband, you're the best! Go for it!" Bai Qiuqin felt wise about her decision. This was the kind of man who could possess her; he needed that kind of domineering presence, that kind of strength and power, that kind of man who would ravage her and conquer her!
"Haha, of course I'm amazing. Alright, go back now, I'll wait and see your performance." Zhao An's large hand pinched Bai Qiuqin's shapely buttocks. "At the wedding, I'll let you experience what true womanly pleasure is."
"Mmm, husband." Bai Qiuqin blushed, her beautiful eyes blinking. She was also somewhat looking forward to it. Wearing a pure white wedding dress, being penetrated and ejaculated into by a man other than her husband—that feeling was incredibly comfortable, incredibly lewd. Like a female dog, shameless, otherwise, how could she do such a lewd thing? The allure of a wedding dress bride?
Zhao An's method of taking advantage wasn't sophisticated; at least, those around them saw it. But seeing it didn't matter; they were bothered, and their anxiety was useless.
Bai Qiuqin returned to her seat and downed two glasses of ice water. The semen inside her took effect, quickly suppressing her lust. At this moment, Bai Qiuqin felt something magical; her mind seemed to have been emptied, becoming incredibly sharp, able to see through any problem. After calming herself down, she left her seat in her ten-centimeter heels. She needed to prepare; this news was sure to cause a sensation.
In a corner sat four young masters: Lin Xiao, heir of the Lin family; Huang Yu, heir of the Huang family; Fang Shunli, heir of the Fang family; and Xu Chun, the leading heir of the Southwest Chamber of Commerce. Huang Yu sat at the head of the table, with Lin Xiao and Fang Shunli on either side, while Xu Chun was seated further away. The seating arrangement clearly indicated dominance and relationships. It was obvious that Xu Chun, being an outsider, hadn't yet been accepted and needed more time.
Three of the young masters were present, except for the heir of the Bai family. Clearly, he wasn't intended to participate in this conversation. The plan to deal with the Bai family certainly wouldn't involve them; the financial crisis was an opportunity, and survival depended on increasing revenue and cutting costs.
Even with cost-cutting measures, new resources were still needed. "Then let's just swallow one of them whole. After dividing it up, the three major families can all eat their fill. When the financial crisis is over, they'll have figured out some ways to rebuild and rise again. As for the Bai family, who cares about a loser?"
"We can start tomorrow. We'll blockade their real estate market. We'll divide this up, and the other small investors can step aside. The four of us will split it. What do you think?" Huang Yu took out a large crab and divided it into four portions. Two legs went to Xu Chun's plate, the rest were divided equally among the three families, and he got a slightly larger share.
This signified the distribution of the real estate monopoly. Huang Yu took the lion's share, the Lin and Fang families received smaller portions—the smaller portion representing his profits as the leader—while the smaller, less substantial portions went to outsiders like Xu Chun.
Xu Chun was very dissatisfied. Why should everyone contribute their efforts, but only get a tiny share when it comes to the profits? No matter how dissatisfied he was, he dared not express it. This opportunity was rare; if he could secure entry into Hengdu and become one of the four major families, his position as heir would be a foregone conclusion.
"Not bad. Besides real estate, what other industries are there?" Fang Shunli seemed indifferent, having obtained firsthand information. "What about the pharmaceutical industry? Want to take a gamble?"
"Sure. Don't you have a pharmaceutical company? I'll use my connections to promote low-end consumable drugs, distributing them everywhere, from cities to towns, squeezing the Bai family's profits again. Their market share will be yours. I won't interfere in the pharmaceutical industry. Do you have anything to add?" Huang Yu was very generous this time, simply not interfering. The reason was simple: it wouldn't generate much profit. Widespread distribution meant suppressing the market through price wars and sheer volume.
Ordinary low-end drugs are consumables—the IV drips used in hospitals during surgery, glucose, amino acids, saline solution, disinfectants, etc. These are all medical supplies with staggering daily consumption. Seizing market share would be very profitable, but the Bai family practically controls the supply to most hospitals, making it unrealistic to try and take it over.
Unrealistic means very difficult, not hopeless. This process would require significant sacrifices: interpersonal relationships, financial commitments, and a protracted struggle with the Bai family. The Bai family wouldn't just sit idly by and wait to die; they certainly wouldn't relinquish this market.
Considering all these factors, Huang Yu chose to withdraw voluntarily. There were no substantial profits, and even if there were, they would be minimal. It was better to do a favor; a good relationship would make things easier. Besides, this was just one part of a plan to distract the Bai family. If they didn't defend themselves fully, even the aviation industry could be replaced.
Lin Xiao wasn't concerned. "When will you provide the 10 billion needed to cut off the supply? If not, we'll have to start supplying. The Bai family is starting to order large quantities; they're definitely working on leukemia drugs."
Yes, breach of contract requires compensation, and that's 10 billion—the Lin family can afford it. But during the financial crisis, making money was difficult enough, let alone giving away 10 billion. Lin Dongsheng wasn't stupid; he wouldn't interfere rashly without someone else's money.
"Give it to me now, I'll contribute 2 billion," Huang Yu instructed his secretary to begin the transfer.
"I'll also contribute 2 billion, and what about the rest?" Fang Shunli was also contributing money along with Huang Yu; he wasn't going to be a sucker.