In this era of pervasive entertainment, even the President of the foremost superpower has his face photoshopped onto a dog's body, let alone the endless array of amateur spoofs and mock awards that surface constantly.

In America, the adult entertainment industry generates tens of billions of dollars in revenue annually; it is a massive and burgeoning sector, even boasting several Fortune 500 companies—rivaling Hollywood giants. Thus, establishing rankings and awards for its skyrocketing stars is entirely logical.

However, the award Wang Zhuo mentioned to Ning Yao was one he invented himself. Much like the notorious "Darwin Awards," it sounds legitimate on the surface, but it’s actually a grassroots spoof where jokers borrow Darwin's esteemed name to present an irreverent award to the year's most foolish person on Earth.

Wang Zhuo’s “Best Self-Directed N Director Award”—if you remove the "self-directed" part—actually exists; it’s a highly respected accolade in the American adult entertainment industry, bestowed upon genius directors capable of filming adult features with breathtaking artistry. Ning Yao might possess the talent for such material, but why would she ever agree to shoot it?

Yet, Wang Zhuo’s “acting” truly warrants an award; coupled with his innate “assets” and a physique rivaling that of Western muscle men, plus stamina and endurance comparable to the top performers in Japanese Four Hours series, he could probably snag the "Best Actor" crown the moment he entered the industry.

Although Wang Zhuo didn't explain what the “N” stood for, Ning Yao could guess from his sly gaze that it was certainly no respectable honor.

In the quiet bar area, a temporary hush fell, broken only by the occasional sound of a soft swallow and Wang Zhuo’s suppressed sigh.

This sprawling villa complex at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain covers an immense area, with concrete driveways separating each residence, wide enough for any vehicle. On such a night, within this private sanctuary belonging only to Wang Zhuo, he was the master, the absolute monarch.

Ning Yao took on the roles of both director and leading actress, while Wang Zhuo served as the cameraman and male lead. Their collaboration was perfectly synchronized, fully immersed, savoring this bone-deep pleasure.

“I hear the head of Jinhu Real Estate has been pursuing you recently?” Wang Zhuo asked with a faint smile, gently twirling a stray lock of hair from Ning Yao’s forehead between his fingers.

Ning Yao hummed in response, her posture languid, her gaze hazy, as she traced patterns with her tongue amidst the dense tangle of her pubic hair—Wang Zhuo’s favorite form of massage.

Wang Zhuo spread his legs wider, allowing her greater freedom to maneuver, and chuckled wickedly, “If that old boy knew I was enjoying you like this, do you think it would send him into a rage?”

Ning Yao let out a soft laugh and shot him an exasperated look; this boy always loved playing innocent while taking advantage—too sleazy, too shameless!

She didn't truly understand Wang Zhuo’s mindset. As the saying goes, “Seven or eight out of ten people in life are dissatisfied.” How many people secretly or openly loved someone but were unable to have them, forced instead to watch that person be slighted, bullied, or even toyed with by someone irrelevant? Fate is rarely so cruel.

She recalled a master who penned an epic masterpiece of the Xianxia genre. He had a childhood sweetheart named Wenzhu, but alas, his family fortunes declined, and he couldn't afford to marry her, forcing him to head north to Tianjin to make a living. Yet, just as his career began to flourish, Wenzhu shockingly "fell into the smoke and flowers"!

"Fell into the smoke and flowers" means entering a brothel, becoming a prostitute—a subtle way to put it is “jade arms for a thousand men to embrace, vermillion lips tasted by ten thousand,” or bluntly, “ridden by a thousand, mounted by ten thousand…” Imagine the master’s feelings upon hearing such news.

The immense blow this dealt to the master hardly needs elaboration. In reality, such incidents are commonplace. When a man batters his beautiful wife into a pulp, or a woman publicly shreds her husband’s talent and dignity in front of everyone, do they ever consider that the other party might have had countless secret admirers?

But Wang Zhuo could speak so casually to Ning Yao, teasing her about the men who liked her, because he owed her nothing, and moreover, he had fulfilled her greatest desire, making her utterly willing to do anything for him.

If any of those men who failed to win Ning Yao’s favor offered her a gentlemanly “I wish you happiness,” Wang Zhuo could feel content, because the Ning Yao of today was genuinely happier than she had ever been before…

That night, Wang Zhuo enjoyed himself thoroughly, feeling merry and completely satisfied. As for how many men secretly pining for Ning Yao were tossing and turning sleeplessly at that very moment, it wasn't his concern; in fact, it only stoked his pride and his desire for conquest.

Thus, deep affection is often burdened by longing—those who love in secret cannot afford the pain!

In the circles of Beijing’s young elite, there has recently been a new topic of conversation.

Recently, "Wang Xiaolong of Jiangzhou" has, for some inexplicable reason, lingered in the capital, refusing to leave!

Naturally, there were those who disliked Wang Zhuo—quite a few, in fact—but there were also many who were interested in him or wished to cultivate a relationship with him. After all, making friends is a traditional virtue of the Chinese people. Haven’t the tales of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin shown countless instances of heroes appreciating one another? This clearly shows that connections are important even to common folk, let alone those from prominent families or influential figures.

And so, Wang Zhuo stunned all the high-society enthusiasts of billiards in the capital with a single cue strike; then, at a shooting club, he demonstrated what a genius marksman looked like; and finally, at the card table, he displayed the dashing demeanor of a God of Gamblers. For a time, he was the undisputed center of attention.

During this period when Wang Zhuo was making his “mark” in the capital, the disciples of the Ma family kept a low profile. Partly, they wanted no association with this Wang, and partly, they simply didn't want friends bringing up the feud between Ma Qiang and Wang Zhuo, which would cause them to lose face.

As for the brothers Tao Haitong and Tao Qian, they simply left the country for Europe, citing negotiations for business cooperation. In truth, everyone who knew the situation understood: the Ma family at least had some foundation of established lineage, so their descendants had to remain in Beijing to maintain appearances. The Tao family, however, were mere second-generation rich kids; they were no match for Wang Zhuo in a fight, so they tactfully took off—if you can’t provoke him, can’t you at least avoid him?!

As for the Yang family, whom everyone watched most closely, the subtle dynamics were fascinating. Although Shengshi Dynasty’s acquisition offer for Tongyuan Nonferrous still had a deadline, it recently seemed to be losing momentum—more thunder than rain—and the Yang family showed no discernible special moves, leaving observers guessing at their strategy.

In fact, Wang Zhuo had already held a formal meeting with Yang Yuanyuan in private, accompanied by Yang Yuxi, the sister of the current Yang family patriarch Lou Yujiang, and Yang Ru.

Yang Jian was absent because Yang Ru had quietly informed her elder uncle, Yang Yujiang, detailing Wang Zhuo’s stance. She hadn't concealed the fact that she had given Wang Zhuo a pair of twins—such a matter, under her uncle’s authority, was bound to come out—but her private tryst with Wang Zhuo certainly could not be disclosed!

Yang Yujiang was angry, intensely angry, furious! Being bullied by a junior like Wang Zhuo was an unprecedented humiliation for an official who had navigated the political arena for decades. Yet, he had no choice but to agree to Wang Zhuo’s demands. In his view, Wang Zhuo represented the power of the Qin faction, the core lineage of the ruling political group that controlled state power. You have to consider the master before punishing the dog; having been bitten by Wang Zhuo, this vicious dog, he could only swallow his indignation for the sake of the master standing behind him.

If Wang Zhuo knew Yang Yujiang’s thoughts, he would only offer a dismissive smile. Having contributed so much to the Qin faction, it was only right to borrow their prestige to put pressure on the Yang family. As for what Yang Yujiang truly thought, who cared?

Considering the fifty billion the Yang family conceded to settle the matter, and Yang Ru’s reasonably compliant behavior, he decided not to press the issue further!

At the meeting, Yang Yuanyuan’s haggling, and Yang Yuxi’s righteous indignation and sarcastic barbs, were meaningless in Wang Zhuo’s eyes. Since the patriarch Yang Yujiang had already given his assent, why were the subordinates being so bothersome? No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't secure any more favorable terms. It would have been better to have Yang Ru work harder on another front; perhaps flattering him could win them concessions worth fifty or one hundred million.

If the Yang family knew of this thought, half of them would immediately die of anger. An utter disgrace, a profound humiliation! The prestigious Beijing Yang family needing to offer their body to an inexperienced brat just to gain some concessions—why even live? They might as well hang themselves from a tree!

Fortunately, Wang Zhuo was also skilled and tactful in his dealings, offering the Yang family a respectable way out. From the second half of this year, the increased output quota from the Taoyuan Copper Mine would be supplied to Tongyuan Nonferrous. Although Wang Zhuo had shrewdly seized fifty billion from the stock market, causing the Yang family huge losses, the copper mine quotas represented a continuous stream of profit. They could earn this money back within a few years, and if cooperation remained sound, they might even secure larger quotas—possibly turning a misfortune into a blessing.

That was precisely what Wang Zhuo told Yang Yuanyuan, Yang Yuxi, and Yang Ru. Yang Yuxi scoffed at this, but Yang Yuanyuan found the proposition acceptable. In business, there are no permanent friends or permanent enemies; perhaps the day Wang Zhuo described would truly come.

The one who truly understood the implication of "cooperation remains sound" was Yang Ru. When Wang Zhuo spoke those words, his gaze lingered on her momentarily, seemingly intentionally. Somehow, she felt she understood the meaning behind that look.

This hooligan isn't satisfied with just one time; it seems he’s developed a taste for it and intends to maintain this arrangement.

Cooperation remains sound? Cooperation my foot! If she allowed herself to be exploited and played with by him, that was “cooperation remains sound”; if she refused to comply, then the cooperation would immediately run into trouble!

And so, Yang Ru "bore the humiliation" and "sorrowfully" fell into Wang Zhuo’s palm. In truth, wasn't this also a way out Wang Zhuo offered her? Wang Zhuo wasn't the only one who had developed a taste for it; with this noble excuse, she now had sufficient justification for offering herself to Wang Zhuo the next time!

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