Chapter 171: 170 I Also Want to Recommend a Vice President in Charge of Finance

"President Song told me you also want to invest. I agree in principle, so let the three of us discuss it here," Qian Weimin said.

"Xiao Ye, this is the agreement our two families reached to establish the gas company." Song Qingdong took a thick stack of documents out of a briefcase.

"Since you are investing, we must also seek your opinion."

Fang Qingye took it, glanced through it roughly, and said with a smile: "What the two elders have formulated should have no problems. I'll take..."

But just then, another islander swung his katana and stabbed straight into Luo Kang's chest. If Luo Kang had been hit, he would have been dead for sure.

This crisis was the most thrilling one he had faced since crossing over to this world; he had been just a hair's breadth away from having his eyeball pierced by the weapon in his hand and driven into his brain, killing him.

With a face full of compassion, Shaolin Sect Master Wuxiang sat cross-legged on a cushion, surrounded by wisps of fragrance. His eyes were slightly closed, and white whiskers hung from his forehead, truly the image of a high monk of the Dao!

Inside White Horse City, Zhang Fei did not dare to send troops out to fight Zhang Liang in an open field. After all, the soldiers under his command had been Yellow Turban rebels just two days ago; Guan Yu and the others had only just taken over, and training had only just begun.

"Lingzhi, you are simply an unpolished jade." Situ Haoyu smiled faintly, his gaze filled with tenderness as he looked at her.

Xie Bi could not help but pause, then fixed his gaze on Ma Gang. He saw that color had returned to Ma Gang's face, and fear was gone from his eyes, replaced by a gleam of eagerness, as if he had already found his confidence.

The Mi Valley Alliance's massive mobilization this time was the result of a detailed plan. Besides avenging their alliance leader—Meng Ke's friend—it also aimed to restore the alliance's prestige and make a name for themselves throughout the Demon Realm.

"Sister!" Murong Jianxin was truly afraid that if this went on much longer, it would be impossible to clean up the mess, after all, they were not filming a movie.

And in Shu, there were not only beautiful mountains and rivers, but also various martial arts sects. The most famous was naturally the Emei Sect, while the most mysterious was the Shu Tang Clan, because no one knew exactly where the Shu Tang Clan was located.

With a bang, the horse's skull shattered, and it was flung more than ten feet away. Letting out a mournful neigh, it crashed heavily to the ground, already dead. Some of the crowd were surprised, some horrified, and some turned pale. They never expected that a casual strike from this monk could instantly kill a galloping horse; such internal strength and physical power were indeed formidable.

I know. Whether I agree or not, I have to agree. If these three attack me alone, I am truly no match for them. Besides, I do not want to fall into the hands of the police.

The maid guarding the gate swallowed hard, intimidated by Lin Chuxia's aura. After all, she was of the imperial family, and her aura was indeed very formidable.

Xuanye Ye rolled her eyes, strolled over to Mr. Su, and, mimicking his posture from just now, looked down upon the vast academy. It was dusk, the time when classes ended, and students passed by in twos and threes below.

And they not only completed a round trip in just over a day, but also successfully raided the God-Slaying Sect. This was something Mo Di could never have imagined.

The inner room was pitch black. It was dusk, the outside light had already dimmed, and the curtains were drawn completely. Inside, there were scattered points of light, very much like the candlelight used for birthdays.

In the Wind Domain, bonfires were lit, standing one by one on the city walls, while banners fluttered in the night.

"El... Eldest Sister, I wouldn't call myself a hero, just an ordinary good citizen," Tao Ran replied, mimicking the interview style of model citizens on television.

At least for the first two days, the various masters had not yet arrived; this was their domain. Once the various masters arrived, the experts from their sect would arrive as well, so they feared nothing.

Cang Luochen, who had just stepped across the threshold of the Gate of the General Who Guards the Nation, suddenly heard someone call his name from behind.

Mingyi sighed inwardly at his slightly extreme nature, wondering how it had become this way. Perhaps this was what Yin Niang had been instilling in him all along, claiming that Mingyi monopolized power, belittled his abilities, and usurped the position of Sect Leader. If he did not step forward to face him and clarify things, the misunderstanding would only deepen.