Chapter 157: Captain Jia Is Still Pushing Hard (7 Updates)

Morning sun, a tea house.

This was the meeting place Beside Qi Hui Hui and Yang Siwei had arranged with the Noon Sunshine team.

Out of respect, the three members of the Noon Sunshine team—Kong Sheng, Li Xue, and Sun Molong—arrived ten minutes early, quietly waiting for Beside Qi Hui Hui and Yang Siwei to arrive.

"What do you guys think this rising director wants?" Li Xue asked with a smile, looking at his two companions.

Although Beside Qi Hui Hui had always presented himself to the public as an actor, as for being a director—

Zhao Yang was as shrewd as Zhuge Liang, and Li Ning admired him sincerely for it. Yet in his heart, there was more disappointment than anything else.

Wang Feiyang burst out laughing and said, "Li Hao, you'd better think this through. You only get one chance—miss it and you can't take it back." He spoke with a certain nonchalance.

The thick smell of blood traveled from Mu Ximei's palm to Cuimei's lips. Cuimei, on the verge of vomiting, shoved Mu Ximei away hard and doubled over to the side, dry heaving.

The Taiqing Daoist only intended to use those three finger-gleams to suppress Jiang Yi's momentum and force his opponent to dodge and retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the New Year was upon them again, but for Zhou Chu, the busiest time had only just begun, because the developments in the financial situation would not wait for anyone.

Qingfeng sighed—being a good man was hard. He had done it for her own good, yet it seemed as if he had been the one restricting her actions.

Once the final word was given, no one from any quarter made things difficult for Zhou Chu's large-scale recruitment drive ever again.

"You think just because you're tall we're afraid of you? Brothers, come out—this guy's getting too cocky." At the middle-aged man's call, several men stepped out from the private room next door.

But Yi Yuefeng said he wanted to take her as his wife—what was that supposed to mean? Could he be trying to further expand his own power?

Leng Yu watched Mei Mei's eyes redden. She wanted to force a smile to comfort her, but found she didn't even have the strength to smile.

"What exactly happened to Xiaotong? Now give me a straight answer, one of you." He spoke to Qin Cang and Tang Guo as though he had made some great decision.

Watching Wen Bixian being led away by the police, Li Tianyi's face was the picture of dejection. Only when Wen Bixian's figure was no longer in sight did he turn his head to look at his son Li Chun'an, still fast asleep on the bed, and let out a soft sigh.

A fortune of a hundred thousand chaotic spirit veins was something even a faction possessing the Fourth Realm could scarcely produce; only a faction that had once birthed the strongest overlord could.

"Alright, pack up the cake and take it home to eat. You paid good money for it—don't let it go to waste." Qin Cang knew that after hearing everything he had to say, Tang Guo would certainly have no appetite, so he did not refuse her suggestion to pack up right then and head home to rest.

"It's not like no one's around—Ziyao that girl must be hiding somewhere peeking, and then she'll go tell everyone." Mu Xuefu nestled against him coquettishly. The sunlight was warm enough to make one sleepy, but Jing Rong's chest was even warmer, lulling one to sleep.

"Honestly, you're so smart—whatever line of work you chose, you'd rise to the top. As the saying goes, 'Among the three hundred and sixty trades, every trade produces its own champion'! No need to hang yourself from a single tree!" Tang Guo had racked her brains for ages, and this was all she could come up with by way of comfort.

Qin Cang looked at her. The expression on his face did not change noticeably, but a flicker passed through his eyes, and that originally piercing gaze seemed to soften just a touch.

Zhou Liang noticed it clearly: when Zhang Mengfei spoke of the Chiyou Heaven-Dominating Art, beneath the glow of the red bonfire, that ordinary face seemed at last to bloom with a faint radiance it never wore in daily life, and an indescribable aura slowly spread out from his body.

Especially upon hearing that Fei Ling, because of his death, was unwilling to continue wandering the jianghu, had decided to return to the Divine Palace, and even planned to deliver his death news—Qianyun's heart trembled for no reason. That wondrous feeling of influencing another person was addictive, was something one missed.