Chapter 129: Panda-Brand Transistor Radio (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

Compared to East Germany, Latin American folks clearly preferred to buy products from Huaguo.

This wasn’t just because products from Nihon, West Germany, and Amerika were too expensive for them, but also because they were fellow Third World nations.

After all, at this time Huaguo held a degree of interpretive authority, especially in Latin America, where its influence was immense.

This influence could be converted into certain advantages in trade.

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Zuo Jun suddenly found it strange—he’d noticed since Liu Hongji brought him to this secluded courtyard that Song Zhen treated the Liu family with clear disdain; now it seemed not just Song Zhen, but also Dan Yue, Yao Shisan, and Yuan Ba all felt the same.

Mo Ri Xiao Yao pulled out seven or eight gold leaves from his pocket, pinched them between his fingers, and arranged them in a row like a golden fan.

Hua Xiangrong… could she have innate supernatural abilities? Xia Xian Rong couldn’t help but wonder. He was deeply curious about her parents—surely they must have been at least eighth-rank cultivators to produce a child with such innate talent.

“I…” I shook my head reluctantly, but what could I do even if I refused? I was like a rotting log in the ocean—helpless, swept along by the tide, with no power to choose.

While Leng Xiyuan was puzzled by Zi Mo, she suddenly sensed slight commotion behind her and turned around.

“They ran off long ago. You think I’d wait here for you to punish them?” Wa Jieyi flipped his palm, and the Desolate World Ring he’d given away now returned to his hand.

“Big Brother Mapu, since the Qin siblings aren’t here, shouldn’t we wait until everyone’s assembled before discussing it?” Yi Xuan reconsidered and suggested waiting for the Qin siblings.

Chu Feng saw this as an opportunity—to use treating Nan Gong Ling’s illness as leverage to negotiate terms with her.

Dou Dou’s uncle returned home, bewildered; now he finally understood how unreliable the legacy he’d clung to all along truly was.

What began as a grand, dramatic manhunt ended on its final day as a complete, humiliating farce.

“Ah, Brother Liu, what brings you here today?” Yu Quan greeted him. This Brother Liu was the head of the Liu family—though even among cultivation clans, the Liu family held little status, having the shortest cultivation history of all.

After meticulous planning with Yue Feng and Hua Yuxi, the three disguised themselves, concealed their forms under cover of night, and stealthily headed toward the location specified by Guan Wu.

At the highest point of Dasheng Dynasty, swirling clouds and mist obscured the sky, making even a single glance feel heart-stopping.

“Of course,” the sisters chimed in unison again. Lu Yun twisted her head hard toward the window, vowing silently never to speak to the Sunsun sisters again. Sun Jiangying and Bai Xue had no intention of speaking to her either. The car fell silent. But less than five minutes later, Lu Yun couldn’t resist her burning curiosity and turned back around.

Wang Shi listened quietly as the two sisters finished their laughter and chatter, then lifted her gaze toward Lu Ying—just in time to catch Lu Ying smiling warmly in her direction.

“Get out!” The minivan driver turned the key, opened the door, and stepped out. Bai Xue, confused by what was happening, stayed seated.

By the end, Hong Yu’s anger faded; she raised her eyebrows with malicious glee, her eyes gleaming with spiteful satisfaction, a faint, sly smile curling at her lips.

Gaia was moved. Only Tris and Shad knew these details—they could never have leaked them casually—yet Slo knew them so clearly.

Beneath the pure moonlight, Zhan Feng scanned the surroundings, carefully observing the environment before slowly returning to his room.

“Sister Hua, what’s wrong?” Seeing Hua Yuerong’s pale face, Song Baiyu realized something was wrong and rushed forward to support her.