A collective gasp filled the air. Over three billion US dollars? Damn, and he's spouting such flippant nonsense! This is utterly pretentious! Is he trying to kill us all?

The men couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, but mostly admiration. Is this what young people are like? A top student is a top student; they can make money on anything, and make a fortune!

The women, their beautiful eyes gleaming, whether married or single, felt a surge of arousal. Faced with Zhao An's overwhelming charisma, he had them completely under his thumb, utterly powerless to resist. This is what men are like!

Even the four women sitting in the corner gasped. Good heavens, he casually made more money in the stock market than they could in a long, long time. It would take them at least five or ten years, if not a year. Their profits certainly wouldn't reach one hundred million US dollars a year, and those businesses weren't even their responsibility!

"Young Master An, how did you make your money?" Huang Meng had to ask respectfully. He wanted to learn too; this kind of thing wasn't something everyone could handle.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you. But I don't have time now. We'll talk about it later. After you've eaten and drunk your fill, let's go find some fun." Zhao An yawned, watching the fashion shows on TV, observing them closely.

"Young Master An, how about I arrange for you to meet some businessmen? Chat a bit longer, maybe you'll discover something new." Huang Meng whispered, offering to act as a pimp.

"Okay." Zhao An simply nodded to Lin Yuanyuan and Bai Qiuqin in the corner, not approaching them. Although these women had slept with him, they still needed training. He'd leave them for later. When the profits were big enough, they would come begging to him, stripping naked, abandoning all dignity, and working like bitches to please him.

Now everyone knew that to see Zhao An, they'd have to go to Huang Meng. Otherwise, even if they met, they wouldn't be able to strike up a conversation and wouldn't pass the test at all.

Zhao An was smoking in the private room when Fang Shuiling followed him in. As Huang Meng's nominal wife, she was responsible for entertaining him.

Bai Qiuqin and the others wanted to follow into the private room, but Huang Meng stopped them, saying, "Ladies, today isn't your day. I have things to arrange for Young Master An. If you want to talk to Young Master An about anything, you can do it later. Hehe, we're all so familiar with each other, don't make me lose my temper."

"Do you think we'll listen to you? Huang Meng, don't think you're so great." Lin Mei'e snorted, unable to tolerate a eunuch swaggering in front of her.

Lin Yuanyuan, however, stopped them, saying, "Enough, let's go back and sit down. This is probably Zhao An's idea. Humph, you stinky man." She meant that Zhao An's actions were heartless; after having a physical relationship, he only got a treatment plan for leukemia drugs, and now there was no further cooperation, which was closely related to the previous problems.

"Hmph, how could I possibly leave the family?" Lin Mei'e clearly knew this, so she muttered under her breath. The Lin family was powerful, and leaving the family was unrealistic.

This caught Bai Qiuqin's attention. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. "You have the same conditions?"

"Yes, that lecherous man had the same conditions." Lin Mei'e snorted, glancing at Bai Qiuqin. "Don't you have a husband? Are you planning to do something unfaithful?"

"We're all in the same boat." Bai Qiuqin retorted in kind, scoffing. The three women sat in a corner smoking, not discussing anything, but deep in thought. Zhao An currently had a significant advantage; how could they possibly give up everything to follow him and become his mistresses? Besides, they still held positions of power within the family and managed the company.

On the other side, a glass box sat on the table, containing a windmill-like device with seawater underneath, connected to pipes. During operation, seawater enters the conduit and, after being converted by a device, becomes hydrogen energy to power the neon lights.

The entire glass box is quite simple; it's just a resource-based power generation system, nothing special.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a new invention by Mr. An, the boss of Future Group. As for its exact purpose, I don't know. It's just for your reference, to bring a little surprise to Young Master Meng's party. Feel free to come and take a look. Mr. An is very busy and doesn't have time to meet you all, so he's presented this to you. If you have any questions, please contact me, and I will pass them on to Young Master Meng. Young Master Meng will mention you to Mr. An when he has time," Gong Xin explained from the side. His words were quite direct: if they wanted to meet Zhao An, they should talk to him; if they offered a satisfactory price, he would introduce them to Zhao An.

As for any potential gains, there were no guarantees, only an opportunity. It was a matter of willingness; one could remain indifferent or try to make the connection. Even obtaining a postcard from someone like Zhao An could lead to future collaborations.

Then, a brief demonstration was given, which piqued the interest of many. It was clearly a demonstration of machinery and energy, proving what Zhao An had been working on recently.

Energy! This was undoubtedly the hottest industry of the new century, but developing new energy sources was incredibly difficult. Without a significant amount of time, it was impossible to develop them within a few years. In addition, it required massive amounts of capital for experimentation and wasting money. These were things that ordinary people couldn't do; it was a bottomless pit. The profits might not be huge, but the initial investment was billions upon billions, all calculated in US dollars.

Aside from powerful families, very few people could do it.

Now, this demonstration seemed to prove Zhao An's research results; even if it wasn't successful, it was close enough.

Even a fool knows that new energy is profitable; the key is having no connections. But now, a path was laid out before them—how could this not cause panic!

Huang Yu, who was handling the approval process within the family, also received a call. He had been feeling sleepy, but upon hearing this, he was instantly wide awake, especially after seeing the video presentation. A cold sweat inexplicably broke out on his spine. If someone else got their hands on this, it would be a powerful tool for turning their life around. This Zhao An, he thought, was impossible to suppress, wasn't he?

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