"Alright, I'll go talk to Lotus later."

Wang Zhonglei approached Fan Xiaopang.

"Hey Fatty, what are you doing? Why are you just standing there in a daze?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xiaopang looked up at Wang Zhonglei.

"Mr. Wang, I'm... I'm thinking about something."

"Little Fatty, here's a clear path for you."

Fan Xiaopang? Why does that sound so familiar?

Wang Zhonglei pointed at Liu Tianxian.

"See that pretty girl?"

Fan Xiaopang nodded.

"She's quite pretty. I feel like I've seen her somewhere before. What's wrong?"

"Little Fatty, just now Shen Fang spent 40 million to acquire Zhang Da Hu Zi's Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, just to promote that little girl."

hiss......

Fan Xiaopang's mouth dropped open.

40 million???

Wang Zhonglei nodded: "That's right, 40 million. Little Fatty, you know what I mean when I say Shen Fang is willing to spend 40 million for that girl? She's a golden dragonfish. To survive in this circle, you need someone to support you. Right now, this golden dragonfish doesn't have a companion. If you can get in touch with her, then..."

Wang Zhonglei's words were exactly the same as Feng Kuzi's. The gist was, "Little Fatty, hurry up and offer yourself up! Once you're in power, you'll have everything you could ever want. Of course, once you're in power, don't forget about us Chinese Americans! We're the place that nurtured you. I'm only telling you this once: you need to work hard, you need to strive, and you absolutely must sleep with Shen Fang."

Fan Xiaopang was completely dumbfounded; Feng Kuzi and Wang Zhongjun were like two pimps.

However, Fan Xiaopang was indeed a little tempted by what she heard, but she didn't want to be a mistress. If she was going to be a mistress, she wanted to be a true empress. Then, Zhang Ziyi and Li Lianhua would all be reduced to drinking her foot bath water.

As for not forgetting Feng Xiaogang and the Chinese, Fan Xiaopang couldn't be bothered with them. If he were to rise to power, would he need to care about them then?

"Little Fatty, you know what I mean, right?" Wang Zhonglei looked at Fan Xiaopang with a sly smile, like a madam.

Fan Xiaopang felt a little nauseous, but she suppressed it.

Fan Xiaopang smiled and said, "I understand, Mr. Wang. Director Feng said the role of the cell phone is mine and he's planning to promote me. Thank you, Mr. Wang. I know what to do."

Wang Zhonglei smiled and nodded: "I knew you were a smart guy, Little Fatty."

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