Chapter 120: China

“If we can truly build a world-class transistor radio, we shouldn’t have trouble selling it through Comecon.” Director Qian thought upon hearing their idea.

Unlike other scientists who only did research, Director Qian’s status and job nature meant he had access to vast amounts of information beyond his field.

Many items in internal publications revealed how tense China’s economic situation currently was.

This tension wasn’t just about material goods.

“Alright, what should I do now? You know so much—any ideas on how to deal with Ling Na?” I sighed. Handing things to others always felt risky, but there was no choice; I could only ask Lu Linyuan for advice.

What Zhou Yunwan never expected was that at this very moment, a violent explosion suddenly rang out—the entire Creation Vessel shattered completely, exploding like a bomb.

The entire scene made Zhou Yun’s scalp tingle. Old Dragon had died too horribly—but his death not only turned the earthworm into a dragon, it also greatly boosted Zhou Yun’s strength, lifting him instantly from mid-level Earth Immortal to peak Earth Immortal along with the earthworm.

Since middle school, she had fallen for Yan Qing, but Yan Qing never showed much interest in her—only in Liu Yanyue.

Mu Lan didn’t press further; she smiled and turned to sleep. But Xiao Yao, caught in the midst of it all, alternated between thinking of Mu Lan’s words and picturing Xu You’s face—she felt for the first time in her life the confusion and unease of sleepless nights and restless tossing.

After speaking these words, Wang Fugui suddenly roared toward the sky. Instantly, countless droplets of moisture condensed into “dew,” and those dewdrops solidified in an instant into thousands of razor-sharp daggers, all pointing squarely at Hou Lin and his companions.

He frowned, then saw Wang Genshui step out of an Audi car—Wang Genshui had arrived here with men at this very moment.

“Report, Commander. We just received word—Fallen City is in trouble. It’s gotten very serious.” The soldier replied.

Ning Xuan Gu smiled, raised his cup, and drank with Xu You—casual and warm, as ordinary as an old farmer in the fields.

He answered: “If a person thinks too much in life, he’ll exhaust himself. So what if you think about it? What if things change? Can you guarantee I’ll definitely get a good outcome?”

Qing Xuan and Guan Ying seemed to want to conserve their energy for later fun, so they just sat in their seats eating—especially Guan Ying, who, upon hearing someone was treating, nearly dragged every bit of food onto her own table.

He sighed: “Damn. I don’t smoke—I never carry a lighter. Now I can’t even light a fire to warm my clothes—but even if I had a lighter, there’s nothing here to burn.”

It was a hectic time, but Ye Zhen’s maneuver, though circuitous, finally got them into the desert without alerting anyone in the villages.

Ru Chunpei didn’t know what was wrong, hurried into the Tiger Peace Palace’s Warm Fragrance Garden—this was his first time here. He thought: “Unless it’s absolutely unavoidable, they wouldn’t summon me here.” He felt uneasy.

“Yu Fei, tone it down!” Ye Zhen gripped both their hands tightly, making the three of them feel awkward.

At this moment, Ivan no longer wished to suppress his emotions; he gladly embraced the warmth and long-lost passion Blue Feather transmitted to him, sharing with her this exquisitely beautiful happiness.

To rescue Blue Feather, he should first find out why they were targeting her—so he realized he shouldn’t act so recklessly.

The Beast Man suddenly pulled a dagger from his waist, shoved backward against the chatterbox, broke free from the chatterbox’s encirclement, then instantly spun around and slashed the dagger toward the chatterbox.

Liu Yi’s expression changed the instant Feng Lifeng spoke—he looked up at Feng Lifeng, who still wore that ghostly smile.