Chapter 969: The Promised Land

The internet industry is currently losing money—not just domestically, but in Silicon Valley, America, it’s an even bigger mess.

In any other industry, if you’re losing money, it’s a losing proposition, and no one would bother with it.

But for America, which is aggressively selling the internet concept and manufacturing the information age, the burning of cash in the internet sector has been redefined.

Wall Street claims its investment in the internet isn’t about the present, nor

Yang Chen growled, gripping his sword with both hands and stabbing violently downward at the platform. Though the platform was too hard to pierce, his goal was to use the sword’s balance to create a barrier blocking Feng Yi’s attack.

Leveraging her father’s connections and her own status, she helped Huakai steal commercial secrets from numerous companies. She knew a corporate spy shouldn’t have feelings—but in the darkness, she always found that glimmer of light: Hua Tianyang.

Golden Core cultivators streamed in; that was their true target, and many cultivators hiding their identities followed them inside.

To resolve Li Rui’s current predicament, there are two ways: one is to remove the restriction within her body and flee like Li Jing’er; the other is to make Wu Hun vanish from this continent.

Yang Chen, utterly unconscious, was being thoroughly examined by this cultivator.

Yang Qian, who sought death, did not know that the night before departure, Team Leader Long Meng issued a gag order: whether Yang Qian is dead or alive, you must bring him back—bring him home to the motherland.

Pretending to converse with Xi Lan, Ye Rong slipped a muscle-relaxing powder into the vegetarian dish, silently and unseen; Xi Lan then delivered it. Ye Zhen would never suspect a maid near the old madam—hmm, now all that remained was to watch the show unfold.

Under the nourishment of various thunderbolts, the meridians grew extraordinarily resilient, glowing faintly as they slowly absorbed the golden mist.

Logically, the bowl of bird’s nest should have been cleared away by the maid long ago—but because Lady Liu had forbidden the maids from attending her last night, the bowl remained untouched on the table.

Qian Qiyue turned the car around and sped off in a cloud of dust, leaving Yang Jiahua with a look of helpless resignation—and deep satisfaction.

“Four hundred thousand!” The former four major gangs formed the Snow Wolf Alliance, with the gullible and wealthy Mu Feng as temporary leader.

Ashamed of my outburst that night, feeling I’d been overly dramatic and humiliated, I’ve been deliberately avoiding Qin Jianghao these past few days.

Le Qi stole a glance at Xie Jianglou: his cold, handsome face lit by firelight, his thin lips tightly pressed, his narrow black eyes flickering dimly in the flames.

At the bottom, Yu Yang felt a weight of a thousand tons pressing down, suffocating him. The bottom of the Ancient God Realm was a hollow void, devoid of any spiritual energy—even air was absent.

Yu Yang’s throat was gripped, making it hard to breathe; fear etched on his face, he felt utterly powerless—like an ant, his life or death resting entirely in her whim.

Darsi was Yuan Fang’s junior when she studied in America; they got along well in school. After graduation and employment, he ended up living right next door to us, often dropping by for meals. Over time, I got to know him.

Uncle Guo paused slightly, about to nod in agreement, but was instantly silenced by his elder brother’s piercing glare.

Seven days later, Yu Yang returned to Lingyun Sect on his flying sword. Upon his return, his master sent him a voice message summoning him.

“Talking about material things is too pragmatic. Actually, she’s quite suited to Professor Xiao—at least their appearances match well.” Bai Shaojun said.

Qin Jianghao was discharged from the hospital and returned to work; naturally, I had to go with him. Though I’d grown distant from him, I still needed my salary. So the next day, I followed him to the company.