Chapter 220: Cao Sheng's Method of Equity Investment

The next morning.

When Cao Sheng logged into his email again, he received a message from Baojian Peak. In the email, Baojian Peak stated that they had unanimously agreed to create a novel website and would soon present a detailed proposal for his review, hoping to satisfy him.

Satisfy me?

Cao Sheng smiled; he was not in a hurry.

He was just curious: would Qidian Chinese Network, appearing two years early, still take this name?

Also, Bao

As soon as the hand seal formed, everyone felt a wave of dry heat in the air around them. The fire elements of heaven and earth surged in like a tide from outside the door and through the vents, all rushing into the hand seal between Bing Hao's fingers.

This disciple can swear to Heaven that the personnel file Master Ma gave for Wang Yuetian is absolutely complete and full, with no alterations whatsoever.

Hearing these words, Yixia's intuition told her there was more to the meaning. Seeing the insincerity of the person before her, doubts multiplied in her heart.

Regardless of the two men's conduct, they were still uncles. Since they had been invited, they could not fail to go. So on this day, as the first snow of the year fell in Jingcheng, the three siblings accompanied Empress Zhang in a carriage heading toward the Shouning Earl's residence.

Inside this large stone, Gu Xiao's true form slowly opened his eyes. A brilliant, sharp light shot from his gaze; a terrifying sword light swept through his pupils. Feeling the condensed and profound true essence within his body, Gu Xiao said to himself.

Hesitant and unsure, he called out. Yet the boy, who had been somewhat dejected just moments before, turned around with extraordinary agility the next instant. His smile was as bright as spring sunshine; his excitement was something Yixia could feel.

Raising the Sun and Moon Island high above Ye Juntian, and with the power of dozens of Blood-Cycle-level demonic beasts added to the island's mass, it plummeted from several thousand meters in the air onto the altar.

At this moment, inside the Divine Temple, a man who looked almost identical to the earthly statue sat cross-legged on the Wang Zuo, eyes closed in deep thought. Slightly different from the earthly statue, however, was that a trace of weariness now showed on the man's face.

"But there is one condition." Before Meng Jianhua's smile could fully spread, Mo Feng's light, drifting voice came through again.

In fact, it is not so. Think about it: if you transform into a fire sword when attacking an enemy, wouldn't your attack speed be utterly terrifying?

But who would have thought that the fellow surnamed He would go back on his word? When the time came, he actually reneged and even demanded a price reduction of one-quarter on top of the original basis.

The reason Li Feier could feel such inner conflict was simply because the words Yin Feng spoke were too shocking. One must know, what kind of place was the Inner Peak? It was the gathering place of the elite of the Taqing Red Sword Sect.

The youth who had attempted to assassinate Zhuang Xiao, seeing his long blade smashed and broken, was shocked and hastily retreated. Meanwhile, the figure that flashed in took the opportunity to kick the burly man who was suppressing Zhuang Xiao.

Suddenly, Ling Ling, who had been closely following Le Chuchu, began to overtake, coming up from Le Chuchu's left side.

The simple wooden house where Yin Feng once lived has now become a spot of interest within the North Outer Gate. Especially the Hanging People Forest, which has become the place most disciples are willing to stay.

An old man and a young one walked side by side, their figures gradually disappearing into the depths of the bamboo forest. Only the rustling sound of bamboo leaves colliding rose and fell, playing out a relaxed melody.

"Then I won't be polite. Your money, I won't refuse it for nothing!" Su Qianxun replied immediately; she was someone short on money right now.

"Let's go downstairs." Lu Bai took Chuchu's hand, led her downstairs, and left the room filled with crying.

After injecting the last vial of liquid, Wu Qi pulled out the needle, then lay on the bed looking out the window. The howling wind constantly battered the slightly cracked window, the shaking sound echoing endlessly within the room.

No matchmaker, no parents—what then? Easy enough. Boss Bai became the matchmaker. The old fox became the family representative. Yet the old fox, who held the same rank as the company commander, received the grand courtesy of all the company commanders in the regiment, and it was considered only right.