Chapter 64

The final data for Superman 2 is out…

How much?

$260 million worldwide…

…

August 20, Lingchen .

[Tianyu].

Deng Hairong silently lit a cigarette, sat in his office chair, and stared at the box office figures for Superman 2 with a complex expression.

As of this morning, Superman 2’s total box office in Huaxia reached 190 million RMB.

Although

The players on the field, such as Cannavaro and others, had wanted to rush in and try to score. But after Maradona’s goal, they all deflated like punctured balls, losing all motivation.

“Master, is your illness not serious?” Du Yuesheng’s words were not mere politeness, but genuine concern.

“Hehe, big brother, you rich folks won’t hold it against a commoner like me, right?” Chen Hao chuckled awkwardly.

At that moment, Tang Huanhuan didn’t understand what Lu Chen’s gaze meant, but she still nodded unconsciously.

First, the state is founded on agriculture; if farming is well-studied, the people will be fed and the nation stable. Second, as long as Mo Youran stays out of the succession struggle and devotes himself entirely to his research, whoever ultimately claims the throne won’t hold a grudge—he’ll likely revere and heavily rely on him instead.

Angered, the opposing side responded with brute force in the final minutes, directly knocking Chen Long down. Who cares if you’re a professional or a star? Arrogance leads to being taken down. That’s the thought of every player humiliated on the pitch.

“Goodbye, thank you for telling me all this,” Du Yuesheng stood up and patted both their shoulders.

After explaining clearly to Jiang Tao and Lu Qian, he followed Su Momo here, silently watching her, too afraid to disturb her—because she said she needed quiet.

But Zhang Wei’s wailing was too genuine, and Lu Chen lay motionless on the ground, making it look exactly as if he’d been beaten to death.

“Awake? Do you feel any discomfort?” Liu Cheng didn’t close the door, letting in the outside light, because turning on the lamp might overwhelm her eyes.

He remained as cold as before, but I was still happy—because not vanishing suddenly was already progress, proving he truly cares about what I say.

“Like this?” I felt nervous, but hearing my uncle say that made me imagine my poor parents being surrounded and attacked. Thinking of Grandpa Li’s aura and Li Yuanheng’s composure, I knew my parents would lose the psychological battle.

“General,” the attendant approached, having seen Murong Xuan finish his match with Qin Xuan, the outcome decided, and Murong Xuan showing no further desire to fight. He carried the clothes over.

When my parents came home from work at noon, they were startled—I was sitting cross-legged by the door, gnawing on a roasted chicken, with two untouched chickens still on the plate beside me. Had I planned to eat them all?

The private plots were officially meant for growing vegetables for the people, but in reality, they grew high-yield staple crops; the vegetable garden was opened separately nearby.

I didn’t hurry to put it on, planning to wear it tonight—just tried it on briefly, and it definitely fit.

Only after hearing shouts from the marketplace did the people inside Wangdu City cautiously open their doors and peek out. When they saw the crowd in the market leaping and cheering, those hiding indoors realized the news was true, and they all emerged.

“If we are to conquer Jin, the first target must be the fake Qin.” The Crown Prince bore a striking resemblance to Murong Xuan, while the Qin King resembled his deceased mother in features.

“I’ll be in Japan these next few days. Here’s my business card, Mr. Xu. Feel free to contact me anytime once you’ve decided—you can sign the contract whenever you’re ready.” Li Tianxi’s face remained stern, giving off an air of rigid precision.