Chapter 832

For pirate distributors, it’s hard to make money from official albums these days—their market is also declining: poor sales of official records → record companies struggling → singers unable to sustain themselves → they begin trying more live performances and less albums, expanding into film and television.

Official releases can no longer produce enough captivating songs to feed the pirates; lacking unheard good songs, pirate audiences’ willingness to buy albums keeps dropping.

This has formed

Jack sat in the car, watching a young man with clear, handsome features and calm expression hurry into the hospital, his gaze freezing cold.

A terrifying pressure pressed down, forcing the young feng shui master to stumble helplessly into the hole, above which a powerful and mysterious array instantly formed.

Mrs. Yu furrowed her brow; seeing Helian Chun had temporarily calmed, she sat down beside the man.

“No need to send people—we’ll go ourselves. That way, their five or six hundred million is worth spending. Otherwise, they’ll say we’re cheating them, right?” Yi Tian smiled smugly.

In past matches, any team that eventually advanced under Mourinho never cared about the score or the game’s flow—even losing to advance was fully acceptable.

Da Xiong recounted his experiences in New York City; he gradually secured playing time in the second half of the season and firmly established himself as a starter.

She unleashed her strongest technique; a phantom image of a true phoenix appeared behind her, blotting out sky and sun, immense in size, with divine flames pouring from her eyes and mouth, blazing toward the stars.

Mo Cangyun crouched down, leaning weakly against the cold wall. When he rose again, he had lost all strength. He wanted to cry, he wanted to laugh—all emotions converged in this moment.

For the entire day that followed, Li Fan demonstrated to Chu Jiyun how to cultivate the body; the regimen he assigned her was nowhere near as grueling as his own—just weighted climbs up slopes and basic body techniques, the rest focused on teaching her how to grasp the essence of internal force.

She froze for a moment; she hadn’t heard Li Zhen speak in that tone in a long time—it reminded her of Gu Ruguī, the gentle older brother who had spoiled her unconditionally.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, not tall, but extremely composed and efficient in action.

Sima Jinghong frowned, his eyes suspiciously scanning every corner of the room. Had she vanished again?

Her dark eyes flickered; she prepared herself, ready to speak sharply—when suddenly, a young boy’s crisp, slightly chilly voice approached from behind.

With a command, the men mounted their horses and began chasing; hooves clattered, the race officially underway.

Is it because Gongcheng can no longer be returned to, so he’s decided to treat himself as a guest staying abroad?

Ji Wuyou waved his hand, forcibly swallowing the metallic sweetness rising in his throat, his gaze toward Ji Chang growing colder, piercing to the bone; he turned to Su Han beside him, who stood unmoved, and hesitated.

The furious voice was right at her ear; Bai Zhi felt a gust of wind behind her—her collar was seized by a large hand.

In fact, after Gu Qingyun was born prematurely, his frail health cost a fortune; he nearly died multiple times from high fevers—even though he tried hard to care for himself, his family’s poverty meant he could barely afford medicine. Only because his grandfather Gu Baoshan lent him money for treatment did he survive; at one point, his grandparents nearly abandoned him.

Seeing the servants’ clothing and behavior, Lady Dan couldn’t help but sigh: No wonder they’re from the Chu Prince’s mansion.

The cavalrymen on horseback whipped their mounts with one hand and gripped the reins tightly, appearing to gallop wildly—but their horses moved with elegant slowness, utterly failing to match their eagerness for glory.

Then his forward motion abruptly reversed, the speed too swift for the naked eye to follow.