Chapter 332: Buying Property? Becoming Lazy? A Great Uproar

That night.

As Cao Sheng sat before his computer, trying to get into the mood to write, his mind kept drifting back to the three storefronts he had viewed today, which annoyed him.

It wasn't the price of the three storefronts that annoyed him, but rather that this matter was affecting his writing state.

This was also one of the reasons he hadn't wanted to start a company before.

It would scatter his energy and focus.

It was just that now that he had more capital on hand, he had to find a way to invest it; otherwise,

That was it then: after the army arrived, he would dump the matters onto his subordinates and play at disappearing himself.

Mu Qingyu spoke again, as calm and wonderful as ever, like nectar flowing into one's heart, but to Zhou Xiaohu, it was like a spark landing in a pot of boiling oil.

Although everyone in the tribe had bold personalities, no one dared to speak rudely, and their hearts were filled with reverence.

Yuan Qiuhua said: A son cannot abandon his mother, but a husband can divorce a wicked wife; no wonder everyone says the Eunuch is a spineless wretch—refusing to divorce when he should, only to be disrupted instead; he has truly brought disaster upon three generations.

"But Mayor, if this continues, we will be starved to death," Bai Mian said with a mournful face.

At the same time, Chiang Kai-shek not only failed to recognize his own errors, but also believed that all of this had been instigated by the Renmin Party and the Vanguard Army, so he ordered his troops to immediately launch an attack on the other side.

Da Fei pulled out a military dagger to slice open a box of Wangzai milk, took out a few cans to hand to Chen Bin and A Cai, then twisted one open himself and began to drink it in big gulps.

But such a commotion had long since alerted Bai Qi, who was at the highest level of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, absorbing the spiritual energy of spirit stones and cultivating with focus.

"Xiang Ba, stop being such a hypocrite. Just because your own wife and child died because of drugs, you won't let us touch drugs? But don't the brothers need to make money? You're just being selfish." Zhang Chao's vicious face was gloomy, his eyes filled with hysterical madness.

If he were told, there was no guarantee he wouldn't leak it to the royal family. If the people of the Wolf royal family found out that a Vampire had trespassed into Wolf territory, and into the home of the twelve princes at that, how could they possibly let the Vampire clan go? How could they possibly let Murong Chenxi and Xing Yao go?

He knew that Shang had once praised Kun Xuan'er's talent for formations, but ever since entering this secret realm, Shang had completely lost contact; he guessed that Shang might be afraid of being seen through by the master of this place.

"Let's go!" Li Yanyang held Zhong Miaoke's hand, said a sentence to Long Tianze, and then walked toward the door.

"Is this how you do business? Aren't you afraid of losing money?" Karao asked in return. Clearly, his eyes were filled with distrust and a disdainful attitude.

"I plan to do this." Unable to withstand Xue Ling's pestering, Jiang Dongyu said what was on his mind.

After the elderly referee announced Chu Yang's victory, the figure of Ming Sheng beside Yang Hao disappeared from where he stood; it was his turn to enter the arena, and his opponent, named Guo Xiong, was a cultivator at the eighth level of the Profound Dan.

"Mother, where do you plan to find that last medicinal ingredient?" Mu Yichen asked again; actually, he wanted to go with his mother even more, but he wasn't yet suited to appear before his Master's Master, so he would wait a while—he figured it would only be a few years, and for a cultivator, a few years was just the blink of an eye.

With a large batch of wind-attribute spirit herbs on hand, reaching the peak of Qi Refining shouldn't be a problem; since he had already declared war on Ye Long, it was time to go back and enter seclusion.

At Professor Chu's gesture, Li Yanyang sat down, sitting upright on the sofa, at a loss for how to start.

[Terrifying, this is the cold aura cultivated by a big shot from years of slicing... If this were put into a chuunibyou-filled anime, should it be called the Slicing Domain? Domain effect: anyone who enters the Slicing Domain becomes expressionless...] Ye Zheng, having been dominated by the slicing set menu, let his thoughts wander a bit.