Chapter 449: The Gift from Miss Longkui

Under Yuan Hong’s guidance.

Li Luo walked quickly toward the surveillance camera.

The first to greet him was a square-faced man with white hair and black-rimmed glasses.

“Mr. Li, hello.”

The man hurried forward, beaming, and extended his broad palm first: “I’m Li Guoli. I’ve heard Chief Cai mention your name many times—now that I see you in person, you truly are a distinguished man.”

“Director Li, hello.”

He shook the man’s hand.

I simply cannot stay here any longer—thirty-six strategies, escape is best. The farther away from Peng Zhen, the better. If possible, I never want to cross paths with Peng Zhen again in my life.

Watching Murong Yan storm off, I knew she might truly go find Zhang Baoqiang. I stood up and grabbed Dong Qiushui’s hand; she pulled away, saying, “Let go of me, you bastard. What do you even want? I called you the moment I landed, and this is how you treat me?”

Another stone was smashed open—its interior was solid green, though its quality paled far beyond the piece Chu Nu had just shattered. Still, it was enough to make the man beam with delight.

So, after pulling out the brick, he made no hesitation—he hurled it through the air.

European powers indeed seek to enter Southeast Asia; the refinement of the global economic system also signals increasingly convenient trade freedom. Thus, Asia’s population becomes a relatively objective factor—generally speaking, regions with economic development have higher and more sustained trade demand.

I naturally dared not force my way in—this was the provincial capital, and anyone who could afford such a large nightclub must have connections in both legal and illegal circles. There were enforcers inside; causing trouble here would be suicide. I had enough sense to know that.

Logically, with his experience working under Peng Zhen and years of broad social contacts, finding another job shouldn’t have been difficult. But Xu Shu simply couldn’t accept it psychologically.

He could only abandon his vehicle, leaped sideways over his home’s fence, and as soon as he landed, activated the ground electric grid.

Zhao Ming glared at me, furious. He stood up, clearly preparing to attack. That was exactly the opening I waited for—if he truly wanted to fight, I’d show him just how dangerous I could be.

Si Junhao turned his back, giving her the final courage. With trembling hands, she unfastened the last bit of her covering garment, stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing herself tightly against his back.

A cardboard box sat in the corner. I went over, opened it, and saw some of Bo Yin’s clothes—the ones he’d worn when he left.

As if she’d anticipated Leng Yifeng’s reaction, she handed him the audio analysis she’d obtained from Lan Lichuan the previous night.

Currently, a recent college graduate at Junma Lab earns fifty U.S. dollars per week. Someone at the Franklin level can earn over three hundred dollars weekly. As for bonuses, if a relevant patent is developed, the reward is typically about a year’s salary.

Ai Mu nodded expressionlessly, though inwardly she strongly disagreed. But in front of Huo Xueyan, she couldn’t argue back.

Moreover, the engine’s structure was extremely compact, sturdy, and durable, with tremendous potential for improvement—truly a classic of the radial piston engine.

“Your Highness!” Voices called out behind him, pleading for him to stay. Yin Gezhi didn’t turn back—he flung his robe and returned to the palace.

“Just because of this cafeteria, I’m joining Junma Group.” Larry made up his mind—if Junma Group’s benefits weren’t outrageously bad, he’d devote his life to them.

Precisely because of this, many German technologies were discarded by the Soviets. As the Chief of the General Logistics Department put it, they were “idle.” But Korolev knew that these so-called idle technologies weren’t merely stored—they were tossed aside like trash, piled haphazardly and left to rot.