Chapter 291: Remake Is a Dead End (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Most importantly, under Qi Hao’s request, Taoqi Ghost Studio added many mainland technical staff.

To raise industry standards, cultivating your own talent is most important.

Qi Hao places great emphasis on technological advancement.

He has no profit expectations for Taoqi Ghost Studio—only that it continuously innovates in visual effects technology.

Additionally, a dedicated animation VFX team was established.

To specifically improve animation production standards.

Paired with faint lace trim and a miniskirt shockingly short, even the poorest could exude a touch of allure.

A pair of cold, downward-slanting eyes lent his otherwise square face a faintly sinister aura.

At this moment, his mood had never been better—as if all his troubles and problems meant nothing before him; he felt light and elated, with a beautiful woman waiting ahead.

Tian Dongmei had merely spoken offhandedly, not taking it seriously—she only wanted to reduce Tang Yi’s contact with Han Keke.

“Yes, sorry for the trouble,” Zhou Yun still wore her graceful smile, the same smile the three officers recognized vaguely, yet found oddly unsettling.

After the meal ended, everyone dispersed; Tang Yi walked over to Jiang Yongqing, patted his shoulder, silently signaling that he would remember his contribution.

“These were given to me by my parents; we both prefer quietness, so we chose this place,” Wei Fan said to Liu Xinxin as they entered the house.

Most importantly, Qin Ziqi believed only by becoming immortal could she gain the ability of “instant recovery.”

Aside from Li Chang’an, every member of the Mu family felt as if a cabbage had been delivered straight to a pig’s mouth.

Zheng Ying’s departure had already reached some in Tang Yi’s class; Liu Kaisheng learned of it from Li Linlin.

Cai Zhongxin finally understood that Zuo Tianming had withheld certain information from him—and that Yan Fuzhi was currently on a secret mission, which Zuo Tianming wanted to seize but could not.

On the court, Kobe and Wade grew more energized with each pass; only after true one-on-one competition did Kobe realize Wade was far stronger than he’d imagined. They’d faced off a few times before, but those weren’t real contests—Wade had never unleashed his full power in games.

Yet for these past days, the soldiers had rested neither nor celebrated; though hard-won, this victory had no right to celebration.

Zhao Hao nearly jumped out of his skin… he suspected the system’s assessment was wrong—how could this man’s intelligence be merely 81?

Colin looked up at the sky; desolation and primal wildness filled every corner. Andre and a hundred Holy Knights approached slowly, their faces grave.

Zhao Hao squinted toward the green-curtained palanquin and saw the curtain lift—a boy his own age stepped down slowly.

“Chief, just delegate this matter—you don’t need to trouble yourself!” Li Dong feigned deep concern.

If he still couldn’t see through this now, he’d be no different from a fool.

Li Yixin gave a slight nod, saying nothing. He still didn’t know whether Gao Hongcheng was a comrade from the organization, so he displayed only the aloof demeanor befitting his current role.

This clueless detective Dunlop stumbling upon me having dinner with Philisia—why does it vaguely feel like a Hongmen Banquet???

“Damn.” Xia Hou Fenglei’s face darkened; he leapt several zhang high, repeatedly stepping on the cliff face until he reached halfway up.

Pretending to casually speak to Xin Tian, his eyes kept glancing toward the pure girl; the pure girl had been talking to the cute girl, but after my prolonged covert glances, she noticed—every time I looked at her, she looked back, or rather, she’d been watching me intermittently all along.