Volume 1, Chapter 42: Investing in the Catering Industry, Unable to Find a Single Lead

To the right of the massive aircraft in the upper-middle abdomen, the figures of Cang Feng, Shui Chen, and two other men in black were already visible, seemingly waiting for the two.

Even though she would be moving into a beautiful, spacious house after the New Year, she intended to live as comfortably as possible for the one day she remained here.

Her refusal appeared decisive, but the mention of her "ideal type" betrayed an ulterior motive—it was nothing short of blatant seduction.

One had to be wary of any drink in a place like this, let alone wine poured by a lecherous old man.

Mr. Tian wanted to invite Gu Ping'an and his companions to his home, but seeing that it was already quite late, he had to postpone it until next time.

Even if no one would believe it, Tang Yumo had to insist that it was something that had only just occurred.

He had spent a few days studying the Cleansing Bamboo he had just acquired, finding it to be quite a useful object.

If the disciples of the Heavenly Blade Alliance had killed Scarface Lao Liu back then, they could have used him as a bargaining chip for hostages today.

Behind him, Shi Feng wore a look of bitter resentment, his gaze, thick and cold like a serpent, fixed upon Gu Ping'an.

Chen Bing was startled. Wondering what could be so important to warrant such a solemn tone, she replied earnestly, "Brother Zhao, please speak your mind. As long as it is within my power, I will certainly strive to fulfill it for you." Chen Bing remained cautious, careful not to make an absolute promise.

Microsoft Corporation was more than willing to grant a favor to its partner after receiving a call from Lu Yiming.

Ling Wei returned to her room and looked at the furnishings. The blue and gray spliced curtains and the cherry-colored bedside lamp clashed with the room's cold color scheme, yet for some reason, they added a touch of warmth to the otherwise frigid space.

The men Mi Wei sent out were all family servants—shrewd, well-funded with gold and silver, and capable of both fighting and bribery.

Jiang Yan paused and turned his head to look; it was indeed Lu Tianzun, hiding amidst the mist.

In other words, Wang Lan could indeed use her beauty and tactics to navigate the investment banking world with ease.

It was also at that time that Xu Xing told Liu Cheng she was a fan of Director Wu and very much hoped to appear in his next film.

Originally, Xu Xing felt there was no need to wear a mask, but a few days ago, while out for a walk, she was unexpectedly recognized.

First came an explosion that roared like a missile. At the point where their fists collided, the air erupted in scorching white smoke, and an invisible shockwave rippled outward.

At the end of the road, a tall man in a rumpled leather jacket stepped out of the shadows and into the light of a streetlamp.

The moment Xiao Qingru saw her, she thought her sister was truly beautiful and possessed great elegance.

After finishing their ramen, they headed toward the cinema. By the time they arrived, many of their classmates had already gathered. They entered the screening hall, took their seats among their peers, and before long, the movie began.

The two directors were left in utter confusion. By all logic, even if they didn't stop Liang Yubo from leaving, they should have been very angry or upset. Why were they encouraging him to go? What was going on?

If there truly were a secret hidden in this villa, and I were to connect the clues I had already gathered, the only thought that would jump to mind was the word "mechanism."

However, this was the first time he had encountered someone brazenly finding their way to the Grand Preceptor's mansion. Could these two also be dignitaries of Yanzhou City? But among the city's elite, apart from the princes, who could compare to his own young master?

I had set out to find my relatives, but halfway there, I encountered Wu Shenghe, and was later sold to a kiln factory through a scheme orchestrated by his mother. I had always assumed these were mere coincidences, never realizing that everything had been planned.

"I, I..." I gasped in nervousness, stealing a glance out the window. But when that bottomless valley came into view again, every cell in my body jolted as if struck by electricity. Trembling in panic, I buried my face in Jin Yexuan's chest.

Of course, even if an ordinary person possessed such reaction speed and mental fortitude, they would still perish if their physical constitution failed them. Even Zhang Nianzu had to lie on the ground, dizzy for a while, before regaining his senses. Seeing the plaid shirt, the slicked-back hair, and the branch on the ground, he guessed their identities.

This, in fact, is an essential element of an excellent television drama; as soon as one starts watching, it captures the heart.

Zhang Liang's sinister eyes narrowed slightly. He then channeled the Hunyuan Heaven and Earth Technique, unleashing his full power with the Frost Energy.

There was no help for it; he had to walk into the woods. The driver had already driven away, and it was too late to turn back. He had been asleep for the entire ride, and now, even if he wanted to return, he likely wouldn't find his way back.

In just a few short months, Xi Qianye had grown to such a level—how could that not keep others from sleeping soundly?

"You say your family background is excellent and that you are quite handsome, but I, Zhang Leying, am not lacking either. If you didn't want this, you should have told me earlier. Even if you had told me the day before the wedding, we wouldn't be in this situation."

I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish the classic dialogue between Er Kang and Zi Wei from my mind. Do you really think that I and Kotomi Ichinose are rehearsing a soap opera on the rooftop at noon?

As he fell, he had subconsciously triggered [Deep Breathing] to prevent himself from choking on the sand and dust.

"You really know about the Royal Horse Knights?" Just as Han Mo had guessed, Meng Si said this almost at the top of her lungs.

With one summoner down, the remaining five immediately fell into disarray. In just seven or eight seconds, they followed suit, and the exploration progress stalled at 9%.

Yet, ultimately, the shadow cast by the previous nightmare was too great; otherwise, she would not have been so suspicious of the main quest and the hints provided.

However, at this point, there was no going back; they could only proceed firmly according to the original plan, with no room for regret.

Perhaps because he was so desperate to kill Thresh, Lucian ignored the wraiths in the distance, but he blasted away anyone who dared to block his path.