Chapter 188: The Little Empress Can't Hold It In Anymore! Chen Mo Surrounded on All Sides!

At these words, it was as if a single stone had stirred a thousand waves, and the lecture hall instantly grew tumultuous.

"Yun Province has suffered successive famines, the dead lie strewn across the fields, and in countless villages nine out of ten households stand empty—have any of you so much as glanced toward the northern lands?"

"The disaster-relief grain was delayed for a full three months, and in the end it was still chaff mixed with kaolin clay!"

"The year before last, the imperial court drafted tens of thousands of laborers to dredge the Grand Canal, yet the Qingzhou Transport Commissioner skimmed off thirty percent of the canal grain—surely you know of this?"

"I hope so. I'm really worried about him. I hope he can pull himself out of it soon," Lin Ling said with concern.

But the matter did not end there. If that leader learned this scene had not been cut, he would think Chen Guoxing and the others were fooling him, and with a single word from him the film might be banned during its theatrical run.

Xiao Xi had once had someone test it: without true qi protecting the body, his attack power could outright kill even a cultivator at mid Foundation Establishment.

The clothes had to be Armani—because the brand was flashy enough, known by enough people, so that more power of jealousy could be harvested.

After the spider robot was destroyed, the distant rumble of an engine came through, and Luo Fei rushed over at that moment.

A wisp of spiritual power suddenly cradled the ancient tome, then very, very slowly drew it out from Shen Ci's hands.

This was a sixty-story tower the Sun family was currently building, which would also rank among the top five super-towers in Baihua City, with a total value of over several billion—it was the Most Important Among Them of the Sun family's ten-year plan.

His burning gaze, even in a lightless night, made Liu Yuanyuan feel that the emotion in his eyes was so thick it could not be dissolved.

Fang Yuan saw that Huang Shixian had already reached the first floor. She did not want to go to the VIP room with the manager, but looking at the utterly wretched Huo Mingying, she could not abandon her either.

And this, too, was a habit built up from all those years of sleeping with this brother—a habit of ten years of sharing a bed to fall asleep.

"Hmph, what could you possibly teach her?" Cen Su raised her chin and asked with a touch of noble arrogance. Duanmu Panyan's strongest suit was cooking—was she only going to teach Guan Suixi cooking?

You can't keep saying it like that. The audience will grow weary. They called Zhang Tie back up to the stage, and Zhang Tie delivered a classic line about serving a prostitute.

An armed man reached out and briefly shook hands with a Western white man; after a few words of exchange, everyone hopped onto the rail-cart and headed deep into the mine.

"Officer, our Miss is inside—could you see your way to letting us through?" the driver said with a broad smile to the armored soldier.

"It's just that my father aims too high and refuses to settle for anything less." Suixi knew Guan Yanbo's character only too well.

Of course she knew the restaurant manager was no ordinary person—she had never seen Manager Mu fawn over anyone like that.

"What kind of price could have turned him into this wretched state?" Qin Yuan was simply too kind-hearted.

The final interview was supposed to be the decider—once it ended, the assistant would be locked in—but given the situation, should there be an additional round?

The door was left slightly ajar, and voices from inside leaked out, not entirely clearly, but Gu Xi still caught some of it.

Dai Shufen and the others were so tense they could hardly stand it; the stomach that had been aching moments earlier now cramped up with nerves.

Sitting across from her, Shirakawa Aya was leisurely nibbling on a Pocky stick, the chocolate-coated end being pushed between her fingers into her mouth again and again.

After reading through some of the comments that didn't think well of him, Lu Ming felt those takes were all somewhat déjà vu.

He floated in the pitch-black sea of consciousness, a dim golden pearl orbiting and circling around him.

Before the game, the Knicks had suffered a two-game losing streak, but after Lu Ming's return they had reeled off another two straight wins—form at its peak.

Seeing Xu Yan stand there without a word, Brother Hao suddenly let out a cold laugh and gave his underling another gesture.

The reason for coming here was not to investigate the mysterious person Sero had mentioned, but to treat it as a trip. It wasn't that they didn't want to investigate—the problem was they didn't know where to begin, so they figured they'd come here.