Chapter 82: Chicken Amongst Cranes (Requesting First Subscription)

Fang Qingye drove along the Qiyang Expressway, then switched to the Shanghai-Xi’an Expressway, arriving in Huijing after nearly three hours.

This training was specifically held at the Oriental Bank Huijing Branch Training Center on Shuanglong Avenue in Jiangning; Fang Qingye followed his navigation to the center, parked his car in the courtyard, and instead of immediately fetching his luggage, went to the main building’s front desk to check in as instructed.

After completing all registration, he took his room key and went up to the fifth floor to open his room.

He had not entered the other’s territory, so he had not been attacked.

The Yongping Marquis’s household had already sent word ahead; as the village head, he naturally knew Xu Yinyin’s identity.

They wildly bought up all assets belonging to the Xu and Zhao families at prices 30% above market value.

Zou Xiaopeng indeed had trusted confidants, but Zou Madam was certainly no deaf or blind fool—she had her own channels for gathering information.

Some things cannot be rushed; Zhou Jin was anxious inside, but reason told him to slow down.

Zhao LiBo seemed to work in that line of business—she had come to a hotel room with a man she had never met before, let alone known.

Pei Nanchuan froze on the first step of the rock ladder, his legs trembling uncontrollably, his hands gripping the ladder as tendons bulged.

“We’ll be there when the attack begins!” he said, then left immediately with Payne.

He had assumed that by participating in the Dark Rules Game, he had secured a fivefold resource reward for his nation.

Though the Emperor worried about Consort Meng’s imperial heir, he valued Shen Zhi Nian’s safety more; he ordered elite guards to surround her closely before stepping inside.

“Is there no law left? Under the Son of Heaven’s own sky, someone dares kill a man from our Zhengguo Public House!” Lady Zheng flew into a rage, then turned to Xu Shi.

So Yi Jianlian, as if practicing shooting drills, made his second mid-range shot of the day.

My father had become far more accepting of ghosts; now I felt much more at ease—he could accept ghosts, so I no longer feared he’d cause trouble over the fact that my mother was one.

“It seems I’m not so tired anymore—let’s hurry to my father’s ancestral tomb,” Long Zhenhai said helplessly.

Westbrook, eager to impress Yi Yang, targeted Kidd directly. Though Kidd could easily predict the rookie point guard’s driving direction, he was helpless—even when he guessed Westbrook’s next move, he couldn’t react in time to block it.

At this moment, the Helian Young Master had not yet realized that his feelings for Mu Xiang had surpassed his usual conduct—not slightly, but by a great, great deal.

For Dongfang Fengfei, Yu Yan now felt utterly grateful; she naturally would not betray her, so she immediately swore a heart oath, and the vow was extremely severe.

Startled, she saw her struggling to drag the net, and only then did she realize—she rushed over to help; once she pulled, she found the fish weren’t many—just a few—but each was huge, over three catties apiece, so large they had gotten stuck in the net.

Thus, Tang Mo’s subordinates stopped fighting for power, stopped scheming against each other.

Normally, when busy, one might forget to change the door in the blink of an eye; now it had clearly caught her eye, and delaying further would be unreasonable.

Lin Yuan felt his words had been too cold; after speaking, he quickly turned and left the room.

Li Yi’s rage surged violently; he slowly lowered his head, pondering Wu Tian’s words. He had been wildly wrong—truly blinded by demons. Li Bai was right: he had betrayed his parents, betrayed the land that had raised him.

Gu Zhe’an’s heart remained empty; he could never let go. The moment of destiny he had longed for, the revival he had wished for—all crumbled in that ordinary early autumn.