Chapter 323: The Magic of Wealth
Huang Qingya: "???"
Huang Qingya's expression turned stunned as she looked at her elder brother standing on the balcony, smoking, his face complex; she realized he must have seen the news, or if not that, certainly heard it from someone—otherwise, he wouldn't know Cao Sheng had earned over a hundred million this year.
Previously, when her elder brother had asked her how much Cao Sheng had earned this year, pressing several times, she had never given the real number, fearing it would upset him.
She never expected it would still upset him after all.
Yet what shocked him was that Lin Feng did not reach out to block it, but instead sidestepped away.
Ao Men Pu removed his miniature earpiece and slowly stepped out of the elevator, casually tossing it into a trash bin.
This old man simply had no taste for ancient texts, but his eye for other things was still sharp.
"Feng'er's back? The food's warmed in the pot—eat and get some rest early; no need to wash the dishes, just soak them there." Lin Mu's voice came from the bedroom.
Even so, Yuan Duoduo chose silence as gold, leaving this chance to confess and seek leniency to President Feng.
As soon as he spoke, the tea room fell utterly silent; Mu Tianbo didn't dare pour tea anymore, just froze where he stood.
Politically, Nanjing's importance rivaled Beijing's, for it was the first capital after the founding of the Great Ming, the birthplace of Zhu Yuanzhang's rise.
In his younger brother Feng Xinglang's strong embrace, he slept that night with unusual peace and calm.
During this time, Chu Feng encountered several golden flashes, but without exception, he dodged them all.
There was no question of not recognizing it; although Yun had not spoken more than a few words to her in these three years, she hated this fox spirit with every fiber of her being, and naturally knew her voice by heart.
Qin Muche wore an expression of utter entitlement, which annoyed Su Nian'an, yet he was helping her—but what if she fell off the sofa? Su Nian'an was agonizing over this problem; upon entering the room, she was stunned by its opulence and luxury, and exhausted, she immediately collapsed onto the sofa.
"Since Brother Feng is also willing to join, please have Brother Feng Shi contact the others." Qi Yixuan and the White Fatty left; Hong Shi and Feng Shi both saw the confusion in each other's eyes, yet neither wished to say more.
Zhang Yuanhao had just glimpsed his fortune, but was likewise detected by a faint trace of spiritual awareness; if they were within a certain range, Zhang Yuanhao might very well be noticed by him.
As he spoke, Zhang Yuanhao also counted his beads, fearing the precious spiritual pond water he had stolen would be squandered away.
After all, by the time this shopkeeper was born, this region had probably already been under the Khitan.
The betrothal was inherently the simplest thing imaginable, so You Jingyan completed it without difficulty.
Finally, Zhao Zhen left the hall with a frosty expression; Lyu Yijian knew his good days were likely over.
In the darkness, she could barely make out his silhouette, only sensing his deep eyes glimmering brightly. His hand had been holding hers all along—the warmth in his palm was something she had never experienced before.
In midair, a middle-aged, corpulent cultivator gritted his teeth, drawing nods of agreement from those around him.
Feng Zhihao glanced at the old men surrounding him, each with smiles on their faces, and instantly felt humiliated.
Thinking of this, Hu Wei made up his mind and severed the connection between his consciousness and his spiritual sea.
And two had vanished; at a glance, the Liang family's five had dwindled to two, so Pang Yuan's three against two naturally held the advantage.
At this moment, Liu Yuan finally confirmed the thought he had held earlier—that the enormous carp was in fact severely wounded.
Thus, Liu Yuan would naturally become a member of the Eternal Sacred Sanctuary, and under Mei Ni's interference, he would be assigned various suitable tasks.
End of Chapter
