Chapter 960

In his past life, Master Shao had dismantled the Shaw Brothers Film Company, packaging up its signboard, film inventory, and the land beneath its studios.

When Shaw Brothers ceased operations, it actually marked the beginning of Hongcheng’s film market’s decline from its peak.

When selling TVB in his past life, although Master Shao was ill and already a hundred years old, no one would have dared to sell TVB without his approval on such a massive matter.

In his past life, Master Shao sold TVB

For him, developing a game primarily involved spending funds on employee salaries and outsourced voice acting and composition.

Seeing Lu Dabao feign anger, Lan Chuan exhaled in relief—he assumed Murong Longyue had already returned, otherwise how would Lu Dabao know about this?

“I humbly obey Your Majesty’s imperial decree!” Hu Duo suddenly rose, one arm encircling Lady Hui’s slender waist; she let out a soft sigh and pressed against him.

Lan Chuan murmured, increasingly convinced the man looked familiar—thin and bony, tall, with flowing white hair, gentle brows, kind eyes, and a smile that sighed at the world, truly like an immortal descending from heaven.

Once the reputation of these mushrooms spreads, someone will inevitably come to try them again; eliminating them entirely, leaving no trace across all mountains and forests, would never be this simple.

She watched Meng Xiuqin put ice cubes into his mouth, furious and annoyed, yet also fearful; the alcohol had taken effect, and her psychological defenses collapsed completely.

Zhang Beier tilted her head—why did Zhao Ge’s comfort feel so off? Never mind, he didn’t even know who her Xingzhi Ge was; so Zhang Beier hugged Zhao Ge, listening to his half-hearted words of comfort.

The information in this analysis was simply too explosive; even the onlookers on Baidu Tieba found it hard to pick a fault—after all, the game hadn’t even been released yet, what if someone had actually guessed right?

“It’s been two days—why haven’t we seen the island yet?” Sanji lay in the shadow on the ship’s deck.

“I don’t want to do it either, but if I don’t, it’ll just become a time bomb.” Whitebeard stared at the fruit in his hand.

“Sounds like a pretty good deal.” McKinsey shrugged, hesitated a few seconds, then reached out and shook Liang Yifei’s hand.

One was Li Ning’s objective recounting, the other was Li Ning’s subjective thoughts—the implications were vastly different.

“Breaking the seal on this demonic blade still requires some time—you don’t need to participate in this martial contest for marriage.”

I’m just helping you out of kindness, preserving your Heavenly Sovereign dignity—avoid fighting if you can, use words instead.

"Before coming here, I never intended to win the bidding crown—I just wanted to broaden my horizons. I never expected to meet the legendary idea master, so of course I couldn’t pass up the chance. Manager Liang, if you have time, why not come over for a few days to inspect and guide me?" Hu Dabiao said with a grin.

Moreover, Axiu thought that if she truly retreated now, the Wei clan would succeed, giving them even more grounds to attack her.

Lately, law enforcement personnel have been coming regularly to clear them out, forbidding them from fortune-telling or divination on the bridge.

Chen Yijun thought: this trip to Western Europe, Qianjiao Group would take another step forward in the jewelry industry.

Xiao Qian closed his eyes—he could already picture Ye Ningshuang stepping on the accelerator.

These two elders didn’t appear very old—certainly not yet past seventy—but at this moment, their shuffling steps resembled those of people at death’s door; each step forward might be their final one in life.

No one on the bus had stuck those things up, nor had anyone pointed and whispered about them; but after such a commotion so early in the morning, they would surely be late for school and get scolded by their teacher.

Yun Bujiu looked over and saw the butler pick up a fire extinguisher from the doorway, smile faintly at Yun Bujiu, then walk inside.

With his hands behind his head, Chu Yang wore a “constipated” expression, pondering how to explain things to Mengmeng—when her call came through.