Chapter 122: 119 A Small Famous Scene

Emperor of the Wage Slave, Tang Jun.

This is how Liu Qiangdong introduced him.

In fact, this isn’t an expression of high praise from him—last September, Shanghai Cultural Publishing House released a biography titled exactly “Emperor of the Wage Slave, Tang Jun.”

Tang Jun is now president of Xinhua Du Group; last year, he transferred from Shengda to Xinhua Du for a rumored fee of one billion, and before Shengda, he had served as president of Microsoft China.

Besides “wage slave

At the end of her life, Nannan was accompanied by Zejin; she knew Zejin loved her, and she must have been very happy.

“That’s true,” Qiao Rong nodded. When they collaborated in Macau, the Madman always operated alone and never told him the details. Even now, if he approached Li the Madman, the Madman wouldn’t tell him everything.

Finally, in the next few rounds of auction, several items caught Su Yi’s interest, such as a fragmented Spirit-level martial technique.

Shi glanced at Su Yi but said nothing, vanishing directly from his spiritual sea.

Hearing Jian Ya’s cry, everyone immediately softened their steps and involuntarily slowed their pace.

“I’ve only recently broken through to Martial Sovereign, but my True Dragon Qi has made great progress—I’m ready to test myself against the Queen Mother of the West!!” Yang Dingtian unleashed his True Dragon Qi in a torrent, charging straight toward the Queen Mother of the West.

“Crack!”—Biller actually bit the arrow flying in from the side with his front teeth, snapping off the arrowhead! Along with Nur and Aynah appeared dozens of mounted mercenaries, and from afar came numerous shouts—clearly, Nur and Aynah were being chased by a large force that had breached the camp.

Suppressing these increasingly baseless speculations, Yang Chong sensed his dark primal force hadn’t improved, nor could he detect the mysterious voice hidden within him—he didn’t know if the voice had slipped away secretly.

“Master Lian, I fear there may be other strange plants ahead; if we get surrounded, it won’t be easy to escape,” Du Meng suggested.

“Old man? Training?” Su Yi froze, then turned to Su Jie beside him—Su Jie was already spitting foam from being beaten, but as soon as Su Yi looked at him, he immediately nodded.

These items include clothing, pants, various skills, advanced skills—like his medical skill, whose full name is the Sacred Medical Canon, encompassing ancient Chinese medical texts, divided into beginner, intermediate, advanced, and perfect tiers; once perfected, even the divine physician Hua Tuo could be surpassed.

Arriving at Wan Hong Media Company, General Manager Xia Wanhong greeted them warmly; Xia Wanhong had been eagerly anticipating Heng Shao’s arrival, for Heng TV was now a leg everyone coveted.

“No problem!” the Mu Bing Master nodded, offering no objection. Not to mention others—even he himself, if someone suddenly asked for many elite disciples, would have to consider carefully; this person has already gone far enough to be considered cooperative.

Hum! Another heavy metal sound rang out; turning back, he saw it wasn’t the ten armored poison guards surrounding them—the sound came from inside the room.

He pushed off hard with both feet, crouched low, and lunged toward the toad’s gaping mouth, raising his Shocking Sword high, pointing it straight at the toad’s lantern-like dead eyes.

Tang Qianling immediately noticed Jiang Chuan’s thigh oozing blood—obviously, a bullet had struck him, yet Jiang Chuan had held on this long.

Because expanding his influence required sufficient economic power—he couldn’t rely on missions forever; owning some enterprises would at least cover basic expenses.

The blades hovering around Long Zhan’s body had become densely packed; a roar erupted, they trembled violently, and the sharp blades glowed with increasingly blinding brilliance.