Chapter 859: Can

The demands proposed by the Factory Director, Li Ye and Lu Zhizhang would not agree to—certainly not immediately, and certainly not fully as the other side wished.

The current production and quality control management at Plant One differ greatly from those of the headquarters; to guarantee “a qualitative leap in output of Model 1041 within six months” via a military-style pledge would demand immense human, financial, and energetic resources.

Plant One would bear such a heavy cost, yet the headquarters would offer only one

The wind brushed against their faces, utterly unlike the dry desert gales they were used to—within it, they could distinctly sense a dampness in the air.

“Connected to the Demon Eye…” Recalling Buresitu’s earlier words, Alan instinctively touched the Radiant Pendant on his chest… He truly did not wish to use its power before the final battle unless absolutely necessary, but it seemed he no longer had the luxury of holding back.

A thunderous roar shook the heavens—the devastating shockwave that had surged ahead of Yuan Yuan was utterly shattered, then continued its unstoppable charge toward her, its overwhelming force leaving everyone stunned.

No wonder she reacted that way when he revealed his name in her car—she must have sent people to investigate him without success, and while still frustrated, she’d mistaken him for teasing her, hence her anger.

Tan Jiajia’s cheeks puffed up in anger, but Lin Ran acted as if he hadn’t noticed at all.

Sophie thought to herself: “If I truly let Fan Zhao paint my nude portrait, I doubt I could do it. I’m this beautiful—if Fan Zhao… what should I do? If he truly loves me, then maybe I could…” At this thought, her heart began to pound again.

“Whether entering the world or withdrawing from it, I remain free amid the mountains and forests.” Yu Fan was unimpressed by the news—after all, entering or withdrawing from the world was just that: the same thing.

The Zuo Chancellor’s mansion was quite imposing—Lang Yu glanced at the towering carved pavilions and the wide gate, then nodded.

Her long hair was combed back and tied into a thick braid. The smooth, soft strands fluttered in the breeze like snow-dusted pear blossoms, drawing glances from all around.

The imperial hall fell into a stalemate. Mo Lianhai, no doubt a long-serving favorite of the Emperor, shifted his eyes and quickly stepped forward to speak.

Only now, seeing Xing Yue return unharmed and hearing his voice filled with such tenderness, did her heart melt—but as Xing Yue’s teacher, she didn’t know how to express her feelings.

Duan Tianying snorted. He assumed six thousand yuan crystals were the hooded boy’s limit, so he bid only six thousand five hundred—and he’d brought only seven thousand yuan crystals total, with none left to bid further. He fell silent.

Li Yi merely shook his head with a smile, not taking it to heart. Though Wu Qingyun was a Dan Warrior at the late Third Layer, Li Yi wasn’t afraid of him—he could always just admit defeat.

The moment he finished speaking, Cai Fafa’s body collapsed, slumping straight to the ground, his expression frozen. After about ten seconds, Cai Fafa finally seemed to snap out of it and burst into loud wailing.

Li Yi’s face twisted in a bitter smile—others didn’t understand what it was saying, but Li Yi heard every word clearly.

Mo Mo frowned sharply and spun around—behind Zhang Meng, hundreds of tree branches were chasing without pause.

“Fuck, are you fucking with me?” The security guard exploded in rage—Liu Shuang had given him a stack of one-yuan bills, totaling barely a few dozen yuan.

“I forgot about it. I was so busy saying goodbye to the classmates who left earlier that I forgot. If you hadn’t reminded me, I might not have remembered until tomorrow. I should’ve asked him again.” The young lady blinked her big eyes.

“Looks like I misunderstood—I didn’t realize my brother earns such a high salary monthly. Hey, I have a question, but I’m not sure if I should ask?” Liu Shuang asked, envious.