Chapter 313: 068 Location (5k)

Baixiaosheng passed SEC’s listing review and is about to begin its roadshow; the news filled the entire company with joy.

Although rumors claimed the listing price wouldn’t be impressive, nonetheless, going public meant the options in their hands would gain greater value.

The wealth created by WeChat on the fourth floor had drawn widespread envy; how much more so for Baixiaosheng, just two floors above.

This overseas trip, Yu Xing must go.

Practitioners of Keyboard Application Studies each have their strengths; some excel at data collection and analysis, producing dozens of interconnected charts with layered logic and unassailable conclusions.

The Bottom-Dwelling Demon Fish clan spent too much time and energy excavating, recording, organizing, and transmitting ancestral knowledge, neglecting their own lives, burying themselves in memories of events a thousand years past, refusing to devote more time to acquiring new knowledge.

The “Spirit-Sucking Princess’s” argument could be summed up in one phrase: “I think, therefore I am,” but Qiao An did not agree with this notion.

“Everyone, when we disinfect, spread your arms out like this.” The teacher demonstrated a large-winged eagle pose, worried those behind couldn’t see, dancing and hopping as he did it.

At that moment, the large screen in the square switched from various advertisements to a live competition venue.

A thunderous crash rang out; the tree instantly collapsed, engulfed in flames, reduced to ash within seconds.

Just as the two armies were deadlocked, Zhao Jia’s bold move would inevitably shake the Qin court and military; if Qin generals mishandled it, morale could even be damaged.

Honestly, if Mo Fan hadn’t had parents, he’d almost suspect he was some legendary being like the founder of the Neighborhood Committee—according to Qian Yuxi, the Committee’s founder was endlessly variable but universally had two traits: first, a chatterbox who loved to complain; second, fond of gazing at the stars and moon at a forty-five-degree angle.

Chen Bo didn’t shop frequently and had no special preferences; he only bought things when he realized something was missing, never hoarding items until they gathered dust.

Perhaps it was the intuitive bond between close friends; incredibly coincidentally, the bottle’s mouth pointed again at Li Chengyou.

Wu Long chuckled: “No problem, all honest words—I just think this girl is beautiful, especially pleasing to the eye, no ulterior motives.” Even as he spoke, his gaze never left Jin Lian.

These were all materials his father had prepared for her years ago—detailed records on every aspect of the Wen clan—for this very day. Wen Nongming picked up one document, flipped through it casually, and finally stopped at a single page.

Otherwise, his money would go unused, all his plans ruined—not only would his thirty billion vanish, but in a month, he’d be broke again.

Gangshou and Chaoyang suddenly became extremely quiet, focusing intently on treating Shancha and Shengshu, nothing like their earlier showiness.

Lin Kong’s expression subtly changed; he had noticed Shen Xiu’s ill will toward him, but said nothing.

Emperor Ling of Han adopted a “teachable child” demeanor, displaying his payment code, only stopping when he saw Brother Black’s phone wallet completely emptied.

The reason: bringing passersby to the theater made them think they were seeing a live performance, but then making them watch a screen instead was deeply disrespectful—it offended your bread-and-butter audience.

Another sigh welled up inside him; Li Chengyou propped his hands behind his head, a wordless sense of ease and comfort rising from within.

The audience below exchanged bewildered glances, unable to believe their ears; online viewers flooded the livestream with question marks.

“But…” Ning Ruoxue knew the situation couldn’t afford any misstep, yet letting this chance at breakthrough slip away so easily felt too wasteful.

The remark was smoothly phrased: it resolved Mu Licheng’s embarrassment and soothed Wang Xiaojing’s unease. Mu Licheng cast a grateful glance toward Ning Yu.