Chapter 113: 110 Valuation

Fenzhong’s stock price will fall, this was the similar judgment of many who noticed the matter.

The difference lies in how far it will fall.

That night, Jiang Nanchun, Shen Nanpeng, Xu Xin, Cao Guowei, and others discussed Fenzhong’s price from every angle, then immediately witnessed its devastating performance.

As the CEO seeking to execute an MBO on Sina, Cao Guowei was also monitoring the situation from his office.

He silently watched for an hour.

In the tribe, the shaman is almost the totem’s spokesperson; look at what Ganymede has done, then look at Shao—the gap is too great.

Facing Wu Xuan’s question, Chu Sheng’s residual consciousness did not conceal anything, but explained in detail to Him.

But now, at the moment when Maimai Mai most needed help, rejecting him so utterly was something Jiang Shiyu could not accept.

Gu Lianlian was furious; she had waited day and night, but instead of Huo Qubing, her status plummeted—her beautiful Hanfu was replaced with a dull linen one, she was scolded for ten minutes by the steward, and then ordered to bathe Huo Qubing?

Amidst the most urgent passage of music, Zhao Song of Beijing entered Zhonghai, and Fang Jie of Shenzhen stepped into Segge.

Immediately, a flash of light and shadow pierced the void; within the white figure’s glow, faint ice-blue radiance shimmered—upon closer look, it was lightning emitted by an air compressor.

The gate swung open, and the scent of yellow millet porridge drifted out; the children couldn’t help but sniff the air filled with the aroma of yellow millet.

For the Flame Giant, every second counted—he had no time to waste battling this Ghost Lord.

Maimai Mai did not know the relationship between this new boss, who claimed to be an intangible cultural heritage inheritor, and the old master, but it certainly wasn’t coincidental.

The next morning, the corpses and suspects at the scene were taken to the magistrate’s office. Transporting two bodies into the city at once drew a large crowd of onlookers.

With his ability, his control and perception of his own neural signals were extremely precise and minute—and at this very moment, he sensed something foreign had entered his body.

“Senior! Senior!” As the two left Yumen Pass, a shout came from behind.

“Looking down on me?” Ning Yi glared coldly at Tai Yan’s retreating back, then strode forward and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

“You’re…?” Ke Wang felt the old man looked familiar, as if he’d seen him somewhere before, but he couldn’t be sure.

Aurelia made several attempts to evade Zu Jin’s attack, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not escape its range—the blow was about to strike her.

I want to hold her, but I dare not reach out. She is so fragile, so pure, utterly unaware of the world’s cruelty. Can someone like me truly protect her?

Terrifying spatial-temporal forces surged; just before the Nine-Headed Serpent was fully summoned from the hexagram array, time and space froze—one hundred and eight roots of Dongji Jianmu shot forth, tightly entangling the serpent and dragging it into a dimension he had opened, pinning it deep within the roots.

Thinking of those unfortunate souls turned into zombies by the Poison King, the Demon Sect disciples shuddered inwardly, their expressions growing even more respectful.

Gu Xuan looked at Ming Feng’s expression, shook his head with a sigh, retracted his fist, and resumed drinking tea.

“Zhen Shuo, we both come from the Turtle Spirit Realm and were both ranked among the Immortals; harming fellow Daoists is punishable by heavenly law.” Bu Feng spoke these words, yet the worry etched on his brow would not fade—he clearly did not expect such light words to scare off his opponent.

Of course, the Zhong family had good memories; they wouldn’t truly serve that Maotong Hermit.

The Fire Dragon roared and charged straight at Zhou Xingxing, yet Zhou Xingxing’s Taiji Bagua transformed into a shield, absorbing the dragon’s assault.