Chapter 141: 137 Whitewashing the Dream

Not only were today’s capital players waiting for Baixiaosheng’s website to develop, but IDG and Qiming, which completed their B-round financing in April, were also waiting to validate a new industry mechanism.

Logically, such a mechanism would inevitably trigger traffic-drawing events, but when they would occur and what form they would take… introduced a new uncertainty.

Uncertainty meant instability, and instability would pressure the website’s user growth targets.

Fortunately, Yu Xing could withstand the pressure.

Baixiao

“So what’s the next stage?” Jin Shenghan returned to Jiang Encan and An Chengmin’s side and asked.

No matter how much pain she endured, no matter how War Peng called her name, she gave him no further chance.

In Hong Kong, Lei Yingdong met Xu Pingsheng, the Hong Kong shipping tycoon known as Sheng Bo, because of a bottle of soda worth ten thousand yuan.

Jes dead ca let out a chuckle, tears glistening faintly in her eyes; she raised a hand to wipe away the unshed tears and nodded lightly.

The elite foot soldiers felt their arms go numb, then were slashed to their knees; the great sword followed the shield’s edge, severing a head that shot skyward instantly.

To be honest, when Mo Shisan appeared, Zhou Cheng had vaguely suspected the secret tunnel beneath the mansion might be more complex than he’d originally discovered—but he never imagined it was built so… grand and sweeping.

What delighted Li Junhuan and Ju Xixuan was the achievement Jin Shenghan and the others had attained, yet it also troubled them: would returning to their ranks cause negative repercussions?

It seems Gong Ziyun didn’t just retaliate against me—he conducted a thorough investigation beforehand and even tried to use He Sheng to eliminate me. Sigh, barring unexpected twists, Ye Linyu must know all this. But she never told me, clearly she didn’t want me dragged into her family’s affairs.

Thinking of this, Li Mi longed to seize Li Wei and beat him to death on the spot, but the deed was done; no matter how furious he became, it changed nothing. He could only throw on his robe and hurry out of the county office.

Though he already suspected the corpse’s owner might be Tao Sheng, when Liu Ye actually saw the headless body, he couldn’t help being startled—and after the shock, anger filled him even more.

I wanted to ask them why they were capturing me, why they were killing me. Or maybe they’d grabbed the wrong person—if they had, and I was killed by mistake, I’d be terribly wronged.

Here, Professor Ye’s expression turned sharply stern; before the other students, stunned into silence, could recover, her tone softened again.

In fact, since I woke up, this had been a heavy stone weighing on my heart—I’d tried to ask several times, but held back each time. Now, hearing Dong Ming was still alive, I’d barely begun to relax when news of his arrest and imprisonment followed immediately.

Emperor Xia Jing didn’t yet know Zhao Jingyi had confided in the Empress Dowager; he assumed it was merely that Zhao Jingyi couldn’t wait through the six-year mourning period for the Princess Jing’an, and the Empress Dowager had said to let things take their course, so now bringing it up again was perfectly reasonable.

Lin Xi said the person was already approaching, so the two stepped aside, lowering their eyes slightly to avoid appearing suspicious and not slipping away secretly.

Yet before she took two steps, she suddenly stopped; her lowered eyes filled with alarm as she tightly pressed her lips, staring at the sudden appearance of several black-clad men.

I hate this the most—he grabbed my hair and cursed me twice. I flew into a rage, whipped out my steel ruler from my pocket, and drove it straight down onto Zhu Feng’s face above my head.

Yunyang didn’t continue, but his meaning was clear enough—Lin Feng would understand.