Chapter 190: 185. Screening

Having money makes people prone to arrogance.

After being reminded by Xiao Ying, Yu Xing deeply reflected on his behavior.

But then again, if you can't let yourself be happy just because you have money… when else will you ever feel free?

Yu Xing retracted part of his reflection and didn't immediately seek a chance to mend the rift.

This kind of relationship with investors ultimately hinges on the development of the startup project; his desire to reflect stemmed from seeing potential in Xu Xin for the future.

"He's a jack-of-all-trades?" Liu Yi and Wang Yino exchanged a glance instinctively—they had never imagined this before.

Thunderous applause erupted. Xu Zifeng asked Zhang Yiheng to collect the equipment, then tidied his team uniform and calmly walked from the player area to the stage, stopping beside the host.

She was dazed, but the voice beside her sounded familiar—and seemed to belong to an elderly person.

"Are you alright?" Su Qian adjusted his glasses, his expression and tone both indifferent.

"Big brother, don't change the subject. Tell me—what's going on with this potion?" She slammed the vial onto Li Chunian's bed. His face instantly darkened.

They had planned everything perfectly last night, yet this happened today—all because of that bitch Chu Yun! Chu Yao stomped her foot, her eyes filled with malice, and decided to find Jiang Muheng first.

Dad must never find out, or there'd be a fight—just look at that smile; you never smile normally, do you? When you do, something bad always happens, right?

"It's useless—I'm no longer of the Netherworld. Though I long to continue serving the Ghost King, some things are beyond my control…" Hua Wuxin smiled helplessly, then bowed to Yuan Yuan.

A gentle breeze stirred, her bangs veiling her face, her chiffon blouse swaying like a spirit wandering among clouds—youthful and ethereal.

In such cases, if copyright sharing leads to any development that generates profit, it will also bring returns to the enterprise.

Both sides had already made contact—could it be… again because of me, that history had taken a different turn?

The so-called Five Divine Stones Project was the ancient Asa people's plan to aid the Menes gods against the ancient Taira, aiming to develop two additional divine stones—the Balance Stone and the Transcendence Stone—on the foundation of the three existing ones.

And Elena would follow in God's footsteps, possessing the same supreme glory and regret as myself.

The air in the room stood still, yet seemed saturated with explosive particles, ready to ignite with a crackle at any moment.

Perhaps this was precisely what his master had foreseen—hence his silence, refusing to tell even him, knowing he would soften.

Hours passed, or perhaps days—he knew not where he was, nor what he thought—Han Dong only felt as if he drifted through an infinite, boundless space.

Furrowing his brow, Sasaki Ichio shook his head. The game had already begun; Zhang Qiang wouldn't care about his thoughts—even if he couldn't see Sasaki Ichio at all.

Otherwise, after He Yi had disappeared for days and the parasite had starved for days, this vessel would have been destroyed long ago.

In the underground conference room, sandalwood incense curled through the air. Steaming teacups rested atop high-grade huanghuali wood imported from Southeast Asia. On either side of the massive solid-wood tea table sat Han Shixun, face icy, and the Fourth Elder of the Red Gate.

"If she won't let me be at peace, I won't let her have peace either," Song Yiniang spat through clenched teeth.

This is not a bad strategy at all. For an army like the Golden Snake Camp, which carries the nature of rebellion, capturing the leader is always the best tactic. Given the Golden Snake Camp's current state, if Yuan Chengzhi dies, though the troops won't instantly scatter like monkeys fleeing a fallen tree, they will surely fracture—then Wu Sangui's forces, advancing with unstoppable momentum, will crush them.

When Mo Mingzhi spoke these words, the skinny man hadn't yet processed it—he hadn't grasped what it meant to punch the fat man into the air. He only saw that this usually meek, submissive waste had dared to resist—and flew into a rage, lunging to grab his collar.