Did he really think that just because he'd played around with so many women he'd forgotten how to make money?

That's impossible. Maintaining a good image is the foundation of his womanizing. Don't women just like young, wealthy men?

As long as they're good-looking and the money's right, they'll all be eager to be taken advantage of!

Bai Qingyang was unconvinced; he was quite satisfied with Zhao An's performance.

Arrogance was irrelevant. As long as there was profit, any arrogance was acceptable. "I'm planning to enter the real estate industry. Now's the perfect time to buy at rock-bottom prices. What do you think?"

"Not a good idea. Real estate isn't profitable unless you can increase construction costs and lower profits."

Zhao An scoffed at real estate; it's all hype…

Once housing prices reach a certain level, they can't rise any higher.

Even if they could rise, how many people could afford to buy?

A very real problem.

Besides, real estate profits are high, but most people rely on loans to buy houses; it's a slow and steady business.

The financial statements certainly look good, but the actual profits are just so-so.

How many people in the real estate industry have massive cash flow?

The two businesses don't overlap, so there's no real competition.

Bai Qingyang came this time to ask Zhao An's opinion, to see what this genius was up to.

Unexpectedly, it's just simple vegetable gardening and cooking—seemingly a return to basics?

This made Bai Qingyang a little disdainful. Had he exhausted his talent?

Nevertheless, Bai Qingyang didn't underestimate Zhao An. They were partners; he could underestimate and despise him, but he couldn't ignore him.

Tang Bing followed behind Zhao An, always with his head down, not because he had any great ability.

But because he unusually fawned over Zhao An, joining his brother Tang Wu in doing so.

Using flattery and offering women to secure survival; otherwise, the Tang family would have been wiped out long ago, and wouldn't exist now.

No one understood Zhao An better than the Tang brothers, Tang Bing and Tang Wu. This man was a devil, an invisible devil.

Every time they thought he was just like that, nothing special, reality would quickly slap them in the face.

The most down-to-earth industries are those that return to simplicity. Business can be down-to-earth, but it can't be down-to-earth.

The financial industry is extremely profitable.

However, once policies change, it's easy to lose everything.

And how many people who rise in the financial industry have clean hands?

The difference lies in whether they want to get involved. When it comes time to withdraw funds, they're easy targets!

The real estate industry's high profits have been mentioned before; it's a slow and steady stream, but the investment is substantial.

Bidding for land, then developing the project—all of these require money.

Then there's the issue of selling the houses; they can't be sold all at once.

Currently, pre-sales are used. The houses are still under construction, but the sales offices are already selling. If the project is abandoned, there's no guarantee of safety.

If pre-sales were abolished, most real estate companies would go bankrupt. Zhao An didn't mention the crucial point: with the financial crisis looming, land purchases with loans would definitely be restricted.

Entering the real estate market now is like joining the German army four or five years ago—suicidal.

After strolling around together, Bai Qingyang only gleaned one key piece of information: focus on real industry. That was all.

He looked at Tang Bing, then at Zhao An.

Zhao An waved his hand. "Tang Bing, prepare a private room. I want to have a good drink and a meal with Young Master Bai."

"Yes, Young Master An."

Tang Bing bowed respectfully, slowly taking four or five steps back until he was a distance from Zhao An. Only then did he turn and leave. This was a sign of respect for his superior, and also for his benefactor.

This kind of etiquette is respectful in a relatively equal social standing setting.

But for someone of vastly different status, it's groveling—groveling to someone stronger than oneself.

The same etiquette, used by different people, has different effects.

Bai Qingyang glanced at Tang Bing, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. "You've trained a pretty good dog."

"Who doesn't have a dog around?"

Zhao An laughed heartily; it was clearly a compliment.

After all, dirty work does need to be done, and that person could be anyone.

There were plenty of people wanting to curry favor with him; women had countless relatives, and there would always be some gossipy aunt or uncle who needed help.

He had the credentials, but he also needed the power.

Without the power and ability, no one could get through.

Zhao An could offer some comfort to the women he had raped.

Returning home in glory is like wearing fine clothes in the dark.

Everyone likes to show off a little.

After all, once you're successful, everyone cares about face.

But offering comfort is one thing…

Zhao An wouldn't be a sucker to take care of others; he could take care of the women's relatives.

But trying to get something for nothing is pure nonsense.

This is just an opportunity, and if the strength required for cooperation isn't up to par, they certainly won't be given that chance.

The two quickly arrived at the hotel, where steaming hot food was served, with a heating device on the table.

Several young men from the provincial capital also came along. They were from a collateral branch of the Bai family, dependent on the Bai family for survival; they could be called lackeys or lackeys.

"This is Li Ming. This is Zhang Lei, this is Wu Bin. You guys take a good look, this is Zhao An. Call him Young Master An. Following him will bring you good fortune."

Bai Qingyang introduced them, picking up the wine bottle and pouring Zhao An a glass.

"Young Master An, I'd like to toast you."

Li Ming picked up his glass and said with a smile. Even Bai Qingyang had to be polite to someone like him; they wouldn't dare to put on airs.

"Come on, everyone."

Zhao An picked up his glass and clinked it with theirs. "What, you want to do business?"

"Haha, we don't have Young Master An's talent. We just run a small company, nothing special."

Zhang Lei laughed loudly, acting all familiar, and offered them cigarettes. "Young Master An, want one?"

Zhao An waved his hand, took out a cigarette himself, and lit it. "I don't smoke other people's cigarettes. Since Bai Qingyang introduced you, there must be something you want to discuss. Just say it. I like to be direct, don't give me any empty promises. When it comes to cooperating with me, I only look at quality, not connections."

Zhang Lei and Li Ming glanced at Bai Qingyang, who simply continued drinking. "Don't look at me. My cooperation with Young Master An is based on quality. I'm just introducing you; whether you can cooperate is up to you. You know better than I do whether you're a dragon or a tiger."

With Bai Qingyang saying this, they had even less to say.

Actually, I was a little unconvinced by Zhao An. What was so arrogant about him?

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