"Mr. Huo, don't worry, we'll be very gentle, and you'll definitely like it." A muscular man reached out and grabbed Huo Yi's hand.

“Yes, let’s see what position Mr. Huo likes.” The second person then grabbed his other hand.

The third person had already reached for his belt.

"Nangong Jue!" Huo Yi suddenly screamed, "I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again, spare me..." He found it fun to tease Nangong Jue, but he would find it disgusting to tease other men.

Fang Ming dared not laugh, but it was too difficult to hold it in, causing his facial muscles to twitch. It took him a long time to calm down. "President Huo, don't you like this? It's okay, Lord Huo has prepared other types. There's bound to be one that suits you." As he spoke, he clapped his hands again.

Three more young men came in, all of them fair-skinned and delicate, and they even wore eyeliner and lip gloss.

"No need." Huo Yi, slumped against the back of the sofa, waved his hand, his face pale. "My lord, I was really wrong. I'll never dare to do it again. Please, please forgive me. I promise I'll work hard from now on and make more money for you. I'll dedicate myself to you until my dying breath..."

"Cough cough..." Fang Ming choked on his own saliva.

"Are you sure?" Nangong Jue, who had already left, reappeared at the door.

"I'm sure." Huo Yi nodded hurriedly. "Jue, let them leave quickly."

Nangong Jue waved his hand.

The six men hurriedly retreated.

Huo Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the sofa: "You're ruthless."

"If you don't find me disgusting, I'll still be very gentle." Nangong Jue also sat down.

Huo Yi finally rubbed his arm. Gentle? Don't scare him.

Fang Ming also hurriedly left. Huo Yi just doesn't learn his lesson. He has to be taught a lesson every now and then before he behaves. I don't know what's wrong with him.

"Jue, aren't you afraid I'll run off with your money after treating me like this?" Huo Yi hurriedly took a sip of wine to calm his nerves.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

"Never mind, I was just kidding." Huo Yi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I'm giving you a task."

"Speak." Huo Yi's expression immediately turned serious upon hearing that there was a task.

"Double the market value of Shengli Group within six months."

“Victory Group?” Huo Yi frowned. “Isn’t that your father-in-law’s company? He treated your wife like that, and you still want to give him money? What were you thinking?”

"Just do as instructed." Nangong Jue smiled.

"Is there some inside story I don't know about?" Huo Yi's eyes lit up.

“Alan signed a contract with him, stipulating that after the inheritance, all the shares will be sold to Han Guosheng at a price five percent higher than the market value.” Nangong Jue tapped his fingers lightly on the back of the sofa. “I have to let my wife earn more, right? Otherwise, how will I live off her in the future?”

Huo Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes: "That's fine, but are you sure Korea Sheng has that much money to acquire it?"

“So, I’ll only let you double it, no more.” Nangong Jue raised an eyebrow slightly. “Just enough to cover the value of that rubber factory in Malaysia.”

"What a shrewd businessman," Huo Yi clicked his tongue twice. "That Han Guosheng is such an idiot." He clearly has a son-in-law who's a money-maker, yet he still has to scheme against his daughter. He probably left his brain in his mother's womb when he was born.