Chapter 162: Fishing? He

The autumn wind rustled.

On the Hulao Road, military camps stood tall.

Ye City was vital because controlling it meant controlling Hebei; it lay on the fertile highlands east of the Taihang Mountains, connected north and south via surrounding natural waterways and artificial canals.

Grain from Ye City’s granaries was loaded onto barges, crossed the Yellow River, and delivered to the forward military camps.

They were busy at this moment.

Looking at the flags fluttering in the distance

We are about to launch an exploration mission, which is why Xiangnusen Street is so bustling—but this is Paris, France, not New York, not our home turf.

After reluctantly swallowing the food in her mouth, she swiftly put the second san dan shaomai into her mouth, then the third; she devoured all three san dan shaomai in quick succession.

On the fourth day in France, Su Yingmei and Lü Haotian felt truly tired. Of course, this was only physical exhaustion; emotionally, both were very happy.

The anti-theft door slammed shut. Su Yuyang took a deep breath, preparing to have a serious talk with Ling Miao—but his expression and every movement told Ling Miao: “I’m going to beat you up.”

“I’m coming too!” Bei Bei jumped up immediately—he’d never been to an electronics mall. “Bei Bei...” “It’s settled then. Qin Yang will pick us up soon—we can all go eat KFC together!” Bei Bei decided instantly; his domineering manner was identical to Mo Xianan’s.

He spoke solemnly, deeply pleased—this appearance of an ultimate powerhouse, sharing the same goal, was like a shot of adrenaline, greatly boosting his confidence.

The rest of the family entered the main house; Father stayed with Raymond and the others in the courtyard, so as not to neglect these curious Americans who were examining the siheyuan.

Zhao Shi nodded, watching Li Danruo get into the carriage; only after the vehicle passed through the second gate did she lock the gate and return inside.

Xiang Yongtai’s face flushed red—he knew Dìlóng was blaming him for losing his composure and panicking.

Negotiations with the Honduran government will take time; it’s easy to imagine Hondurans will demand everything, trying to seize all the gold and silver treasures in the City of Gold.

After leaving the dungeon, Shen Tong burst into tears—the man inside was Mu Tianyi; suddenly, he remembered the day Mu Tianyi had taken him out of the country.

That noon, Lan Yu arrived at the Japanese restaurant White Sword had told her about, carrying the mining equipment materials Miss Jin had organized for her.

This is a troublesome issue—I still have to deal with Li Jiaxu, and while I’ve learned to drive and pilot a helicopter, I’ve never learned how to operate a submarine.

So Li Huanhuan’s question instantly stumped me; I stared at her for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

I glanced at Qingxuan—dark circles had formed under her eyes. To be honest, the company has become increasingly busy these past two years; though I’m the silent owner, I’ve been unable to offer any real help—almost all the burdens rest on Qingxuan.

Lan Yu’s response was not what Ding Zhen had hoped for—he had expected her to be delighted.

This place clearly was an armed base; only a few armed sentries patrolled the courtyard. Since the guards never imagined anyone could approach from the icy cliffs behind them, they felt no tension and were lax.

Quan Fu, seeing Qian Ge’s confident demeanor, breathed a little easier—he didn’t want either of them to come to harm, or he’d face dire consequences.

Zhang Fei not only had that same look in his eyes, but braked smoothly—he clearly anticipated Jiang Ke would stop, meaning both he and Jiang Ke knew Bai Su.

Most crew members came from other star regions; under the Human Alliance’s rule, thirty-seven explored star regions existed, and people of all kinds, drawn in by the Alliance’s outreach, had joined this family.