Chapter 54

“Director Jiang, you must thoroughly investigate your internal staff—Song Jiangnan must have used some trick on your employees to get into this project!” Lin Ting said, raising her eyebrows.

That’s not an ordinary bag—it’s from Shangpin Yake’s latest collection, each one costing tens of thousands, even more expensive than yesterday’s.

As soon as he spoke, others followed suit, withdrawing their gazes and gradually picking up their chopsticks; conversation resumed.

When Wang Mo first said that if they could match the couplet from Wangjia Village, the village would concede, he felt it was an insult to himself.

Mo Jingchun initially thought he was right—that he should make Gao Shi truly and thoroughly recognize Zhou Shi, and not be deceived by appearances.

When the soft, sweet voice came from Qin Zhaozhao, Shen Sicheng’s self-control shattered instantly; he bent his head and kissed her lips, his movements exquisitely gentle.

“That’s indeed strange,” Zhu Yipin nodded, then noticed some white crystals scattered beside the corpse, pinched a bit, and tried to put it in his mouth.

This feeling was very odd—like a mother watching her son eat, absurdly absurd.

Cui Wang was truly vengeful; as he spoke, he pulled a slingshot from his belt and aimed it at the parrot.

Yang Cong shook his head and ran back. At that moment, Yang Yawei walked over and said to Wang Baojiang: “Teacher Wang, we request a pause.” Wang Baojiang nodded and blew the whistle for a break.

Amidst conflicted gazes, the Unicorne Demon King’s emotions finally eased, his gaze toward Wu Aotian slowly softening, gaining a touch of intimacy.

He was a disciplined fellow—even when the shopkeeper took medicine from the counter, he had to pay and record it.

The reporters had prepared thoroughly; once Qiu Litao stepped down and Yang Mi stepped up, they revealed their true target here.

Silla had annexed Baekje; to ensure lasting stability, it had to absorb Baekje’s power factions into its own system.

But one thing suddenly changed this situation—and affected Cheng Fei’s life afterward.

In an instant, Hu Renqing’s face was slashed with several bright red blood marks; he cried out in pain and immediately let go.

“If the Holy Master wishes to learn more, I can introduce you to another Holy Master—he may know even more.”

The apology was not genuine—it was merely words; and by saying this, Ling Gan maintained the gentlemanly image he’d shown Herman on the subway last time.

“Brother, thank you for everything you’ve done for us. From now on, I and Bo Tong are at your service,” Ying Gu said.

Besides, Ling Gan was also curious to see what different roles Liu Shiqing would play in front of the two of him.

The more mysterious Fengming Pavilion was, the greater the hidden risks—Li Yanqing had no confidence he could withstand them, so he decided to set it aside for now.

But the cultivation conditions were even harsher: soldiers first had to absorb the blood of these true beasts before they could gather energy and manifest the corresponding divine beast form.

The next second, thunder rolled incessantly—not from the sky above, but directly from within the hurricane.

Zhao Huaizhong came over and handed Lao Sikong, Ji Mo, and others ancient scrolls related to celestial weapon forging from the Heavenly Court.

“That’s terrifying!” Li Yanqing exclaimed in surprise; as someone who had lived in an era of sound rule of law, he could hardly imagine such a scene.

The black transparent barrier finally shattered; with one punch, a second punch’s power instantly appeared.

He also felt a pang of reflection: why were cultivators from the same hermit alliance so vastly different? Some were courteous, others rude, even mocking and insulting—such impolite acts often invited death.

Ka Kui kept frantically maneuvering his flying sword to dodge them one by one; along the way, he was constantly startled, wondering when this lava would stop spewing.

Liang Cancan clearly disliked seeing Xia Nuan being close to others, or seeing the entire crew treat Xia Nuan well and adore her—she seemed to believe everyone should treat her that way, should spoil her.

“Heh, so you really are the Second Young Master. By the way, your Ghost Execution Sect has another bastard young master—what’s his name, and where is he now?” Gui Bao smiled faintly, then answered.

Li Lingyi exhaled slightly—he was relieved that at least these two hadn’t lied to him, and as they’d said, this was a solo world.

Besides these, the comics and animated shows the company produced were so flops that Liu Wanfeng didn’t even want to watch them.

Now, everyone from top to bottom believed Hanmo Company was on the brink of bankruptcy, that the government would intervene, and they were all rushing to escape this quagmire.

Though he didn’t know the middle-aged man’s story, Liu Wanfeng guessed he’d suffered a family disaster, fallen into despair, and likely lost his wife and children.

He called him an old acquaintance, but it was clearly a tease about Wang Shen pretending to be his disciple—he simply didn’t expose it in front of everyone.

Xu Zhenzhen smiled awkwardly; since the fire at Su Mi’s house and her move out with Zhang Aizhen, she’d barely contacted Su Mi. No one visits the Three Treasures without a reason—today she must have run into trouble.

“Where have you been playing? You’re back so late!” a serious-looking middle-aged man barked at him.