Chapter 227: 221 Interview

Two weeks before Spring Festival, Yu Xing became busier.

He repeatedly screened and recruited suitable team members, luring them with large sums of money, luring them with large sums of money, luring them with large sums of money—trying his best to build a highly capable technical team; there was no choice, he could only use this to show sincerity.

Fortunately, most people generally agreed this did indeed demonstrate sincerity, so things proceeded fairly smoothly.

Among them, Ge Zhijie from Baidu left a deep impression.

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"It's possible, but what you're doing is far too dangerous; most people would assume you've given up or intend to kill yourself," Lin Yifan replied.

As the race progressed, Ye Feng's speed advantage gradually became apparent; he first pulled away from the two Williams cars behind him, then steadily closed in on the BMW ahead.

After discovering this secret, Director Zhao grew deeply troubled. He was certain the matter was far more complex than he had imagined—there must be other links he didn't know about. Now that everyone had collapsed, the only way to uncover the truth was to wait for them to wake up.

Su Nuan's pale face flushed slightly from emotional fluctuation, yet she did not lose her temper. Only after speaking these words did she suddenly realize: this was what she had always wanted to say—not to Wei Xiaoshan, but to her own past self, once childish and ridiculous.

The imperial aura she had just been desperately concealing now leaked out slightly, combined with the coldness radiating from her at that moment, giving the impression that a killer was about to strike.

"Don't come near me! I'm the director! I'm the Finance Department director! You can't hit me! You can't hit me!" An Huairen stammered.

Perhaps Su Nuan's soft voice had a calming effect; the crying gradually subsided. Seeing this, Su Nuan slowly walked over, intending to take off her coat and cover Xiao Su. But the moment she moved to remove her coat, a warm, slightly pressing sensation touched her shoulder… it was Leng Ye's hand.

"Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh!" Three loud whistles pierced the air, and three speeding race cars flew past the crowd one after another, vanishing down the straightaway and hurtling toward the upcoming bend.

The Ark's takeoff would spew intense flames; getting too close could result in severe burns.

Everyone's phone numbers in the company were listed in the "Contact Network," so Su Nuan immediately called Bai Siye—but the other party firmly told her: she hadn't made a mistake, and if she didn't believe her, she could come to the company to verify it herself.

"Is this a sacred artifact?" Lu Han was struck back; the energy surrounding Lang Hongxiang immediately dissipated, and Lang Hongxiang fell straight from the branch.

"Honey, are you jealous?" Gao Shirou was the most perceptive; sensing his tone was off, she snuggled up to him, pressing close and pouting.

In desperation, Wang Feng urgently assembled five regular members of the Cheetah Special Assault Team—Han Zhijun, Tian Zhiyong, Chen Bo, Yao Liang, and Li Qiang—and rushed them to the police station. The checkpoint inspection was handed over to the remaining fourteen special operations team members and some police officers.

The sky sparkled with stars, a slender crescent moon arched overhead. A dark shadow quietly pushed open the door and stepped out of the stone house. Ya Changbin, unable to sleep, walked outside. The evening breeze brushed gently against his face, bringing chill, bringing loneliness. The night was quiet, serene. Ya Changbin walked slowly forward.

Li Ren saw his goal achieved, bid farewell to Zhang, the county magistrate whose eyes remained fixed, left the county office, and stepped onto the main street.

Lu Guan and Ye Bai had barely parted for less than ten minutes when a black business sedan pulled up beside them; four large men surged out, seized them without warning, shoved them into the car, and placed black hoods over their heads.