Chapter 74: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

That calm and gentle voice echoed softly in the room, but to Ahmed's ears, he heard not a trace of calmness or gentleness.

He heard only madness.

A madness rooted deep in his bones.

A madness that despised the world.

He had seen that madness in many Chinese people before, only those Chinese people had not shown it, but had pressed that madness deep beneath their surface humility.

His words made it sound as if the one who had refused Bank President Bai's invitations several times before was not Lin Hongfei, but rather Lin Hongfei who had invited Bank President Bai several times and been rejected, and this time, having finally relied on Liu Kun's connection to successfully invite Bank President Bai, he had given Bank President Bai and Liu Kun plenty of face.

He had read the memorials for four or five days, and it seemed the court officials had no intention of resting; every day new bottles containing old wine were still delivered. The topics were varied, but the central idea was just one, and the wording had little novelty. Zhao Zhen was truly suffering aesthetic fatigue, and still had not guessed Liang Feng's intention.

In such a situation, the visiting San Antonio Spurs in the third quarter still seemed to firmly hold the leading advantage.

Yet in this deep pit, nearly a hundred meters deep and several li in length and width, there was not a trace of simplicity.

Although there were still many reports unread, the busy work had to be paused.

The Seven-Horned Beetle's seven sharp horns and shell were also decent materials for refining artifacts; although not precious materials, they won in quantity, so Lin Feng still put his corpse into the Fa Jie, handing it over to Great Power Vajra and others to harvest materials.

You must know that back then, the Bingzhou Army's tens of thousands of elite soldiers swept across the Western Regions; not to mention that world-shaking war with the Xianbei, just looking at the battle that destroyed the Qiuci Kingdom before the Bingzhou Army left was probably enough to leave enough shadow area for the various kingdoms of the Western Regions.

Seeing the stall owner stop speaking after probing with his divine sense, Jianyi agreed, picked up that Flying Sword to look at it, pressed his right palm against the Flying Sword, a cluster of flames flickering with faint purple light ignited against his palm, and then he rubbed his palm across the Flying Sword.

"That's strange. If it were the sect master of the Qi Kun Sect being arrogant in front of you, I wonder if you would have the guts to say this to him?" Jianyi said with a smile.

All around was calm, the ship sailed extremely steady; after traveling another several li, the seawater turned azure blue, slowly the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a deep blue sky as deep as the sea. The sunlight was actually so dazzling and brilliant.

However, another withered spirit monster did not follow it inside, but still anxiously paced outside the fountain pool.

Smier was overjoyed and very pleased, telling Chen Ao everything he knew. At the same time, he also knew Chen Ao this demon was hard to provoke, and wanted to use this method to regain Chen Ao's trust again.

"Do you know what's even more terrifying?" Hai Zi asked A Bing in return. He had lost his fear of this demon before him, as if he had become a partner.

After the Door, the suspended beam defense line built between the dormitory buildings was breached again—the main force of the Black Dahlia attacked into the Jin Family Courtyard with irresistible momentum.

Uncle Fang sat very happily in the master's chair, his hand slightly trembling as he took out a cigarette Fang Jindai had brought back, slowly lit it, and took a strong drag.

Although this child was so young and knew nothing, Zhang Yuanhang also discovered that as long as he proposed to take the other party as a disciple, and the other party did not object, then he could successfully take a disciple.

"Of course not, did you forget my mysterious sixth sense?" Wu Wei said, looking at the big hole he had just punched in the wall.

Qiongchuan competed with Wu Di and Gou San for the food stored here, as if these three hoodlums were the masters of this place.

The next moment, the running footsteps of the mutated people in the corridor grew louder and louder. He Hao estimated that at the moment it was less than half a meter from him separated by the wall. Roaring, he thrust out the curved spear in his hand.