Chapter 130: Ultimate Unlimited Edition

In today’s China, the economy is in a recovery phase, with scarce resources; radios serve not only as entertainment devices but also as windows for information.

Very few can afford televisions, making radios the best alternative.

The Panda-brand radio has drawn widespread attention due to its successful export and its design, which clearly surpasses all other radios currently sold in China.

Not only are young people like Liu Guodong paying attention, but elderly men and women are even more focused.

An old man, ninety years old, his face marked with the aura of death, dressed in a Tang suit and wearing reading glasses, slammed his fist on the table and said.

The Rolling Curtain General took the wine; hunger, wounds, and years of suppressed resentment made him suffer terribly. He tilted his head and drained half the flask at once. A flush of blue-red color rose on his indigo face, then he sighed repeatedly and began to speak.

Clearly, Qing Ruoshui lunged forward, and Ximen Junyi opened his arms to welcome her; to outsiders, it looked as if Qing Ruoshui had willingly thrown herself into his embrace.

If Hua Murong hadn’t already sealed every exit except the door with spider silk, the only other way out would be the transparent window behind the blinds.

Moreover, whether it’s a real estate developer’s own sales hall or a second-hand housing agency, nearly all now have dedicated property consultants to handle things—far better than being clueless, not even knowing what taxes or fees property transactions require.

The King of the Metal-Eating Mice, chasing from afar, roared and slammed down a claw—but it was clearly too late; Jiang Yun had already teleported away.

Jin Shengzhe continued: “I believe the Sanitizers and the military aren’t incapable of eliminating the monstrous beasts—they’re just not going all out.”

After seeing off General Yao, Ye Yan soon received a message from Goudan: Zhou Yinjian had been found—he was currently drinking, joking, and boasting with some thugs in the neighboring Ma Family Village.

A pungent, sharp liquor flowed into his body; a scorching warmth slowly rose in his abdomen.

Watching five million yuan vanish instantly from his account, Brother Bao felt like crying. He had barely scraped together four million through countless efforts, only to be swindled out of it all by a thousand acres of worthless wasteland—and now he owed Boss Zhao both a favor and a debt. He wanted to die.

Ti Nong flew into a rage, spurred his horse, and charged after them. But after riding only a few dozen steps, he suddenly noticed his soldiers were gone. He turned his horse around and retraced his path—but found he could no longer locate the road he had just taken.

Wu Yi said: “Young Master Li, don’t speak so modestly. Your presence, along with your beloved wife, is already a tremendous honor to me, Wu Yi. Please, both of you, take your seats inside.” With that, he gestured inward with an open hand.

The sight made everyone frown. The Nangong Elder continued speaking, though even he sounded uncertain—there was clearly speculation in his words; otherwise, given his temperament, he would have already spoken out about this matter outright.

He spoke politely, but inside he kept muttering, utterly baffled as to why these two were helping him—and why, after having clearly left moments ago, they had suddenly returned.

The crowd drew nearer; Xiao Yu and Xiao Yi grew increasingly tense, yet deep down, she still trusted Lin Jie—otherwise she wouldn’t have followed him here, or become his attendant.

The aura Li Yun emitted was utterly unlike the demonic beast’s protective aura. The God-Devouring Ants had no defense against it; they desperately tried to rush forward and attack Li Yun, but were blocked by the aura, unable to advance a single step.

Cai Biao and the other two froze in shock, exchanged glances, and silently abandoned any covert plans to deal with Guo Yi. The power gap was too vast.

The next day, Zhu Zhu drove and dropped off Wang Wanzi at her destination, then turned the steering wheel toward Financial Street. She parked, locked the car, and entered a roadside securities branch.