Chapter 65: Is Jiang Wen an Old Man

Qi Hao might hold Penguin’s stock for a long time, but Hua Yi’s shares certainly won’t be held forever.

His stake in Hua Yi’s stock is under 5%, which typically unlocks after one year of listing; it’s best to wait until Hua Yi produces a major hit movie, then sell at a high price.

After selling, we go our separate ways—no interference, no overlap, like perfume and toilet cleaner.

Yet life never abandons you, but it never lets you off either.

June isn’t even over yet.

They’re from the emergency squad, specially trained to handle sudden incidents, each one a top-tier elite.

Seeing so many people eager to learn Tai Chi, Chen Haiyan was instantly tearful, feeling as if she were reviving Tai Chi’s glory—she nearly wanted to kneel before Chen Zhengxin’s grave to report the good news.

The group scattered to search; this season, Jiangnan was rainy, the ground damp, the forest full of mushrooms, and villagers often climbed the hills to forage—but none dared come to this side, sticking instead to the flanks.

“Do you have any local specialties?” Xingping Chuangzhen ignored the reason entirely, focusing solely on the dinner menu.

“No, no, nothing at all!” The fat man’s face twisted with impatience, cutting off Jing’s unfinished words.

Soon, four men with ear and nose rings—clearly no respectable types—slipped in and headed straight for Cuisuo’s bedroom.

“Isn’t it true you learned the highest-level Chen-style Tai Chi secret technique in exchange for marrying Haiyan?” At that moment, the middle-aged man beside him interjected.

He slipped up a few times, nearly overtaken; he had to resort to extreme maneuvers and other tactics just to keep them behind him.

To preserve their lineage and ensure survival, the Lin clan had split into several branches; only the main line remained in Suzhou through generations, guarding the ancestral shrine.

“Hmph!” Finally, Dong Mengwei let out a bitter huff and turned on her heel, storming upstairs.

Ye Xiu thought: if he weren’t at the Third-Rate Mid-stage, if his physical condition hadn’t improved severalfold after taking the Tiger Pill, he never would’ve made it here.

Seeing this scene, Xie Changning suddenly understood why Xie Changlin’s attack had been so fierce—it was to cover their retreat.

He infused his blade with the aura of destruction and struck toward Xu, while simultaneously gathering seven-tenths of his Thunder Intent into a second strike aimed at Xu’s back.

Originally, Xie Yun hadn’t wanted to speak; she planned to find the antidote herself. But after encountering the Blood Wolf Bandits, she realized the situation was more complex than she thought—she needed someone reliable to share the burden.

Compared to the destruction caused by Lingyu and the others, no one would notice a broken ventilation shaft anymore.

Jiang Luoluo walked slowly through campus, observing every detail; the campus hadn’t changed much, but some things were already gone.

After all, among them, they were among the few true elites on Tianhua Mountain.

He called out for a long time, but Yuan Yingyue didn’t appear—not a single voice answered, only members of the Hawk Assault Team bowed their heads heavily before him.

Lu Zigui took the clothes, quickly dressed, then turned to Zhao Heng: “You hide first. I’ll open the door.”

Because the table-mounted gunners, upon their first encounter with Ice Cola, all developed uncontrollable hiccups and were captured by the Nine Kingdoms’ knights, who proudly claimed victory; his decision to retire was merely a tantrum—after the fire punishment, this brainless fool’s first idea was to build a cola factory.

A powerful Nascent Soul aura spread through the surroundings, proving Zhao Gudao had also broken through!

The man holding the turtle shell with a slightly balding head was Xu Shi’s master, the founding patriarch of the School of Vertical and Horizontal Alliances, the great sage Guiguzi; the other was Mo Di, the renowned Mohist Juzi.