Chapter Seventy-Seven: Director Wu’s Collection

Ye Feng originally just wanted to use the restroom, but who would have thought that its window faced Director Wu’s office? Normally, that fat man was nothing worth watching, but then Teacher Bai Yi walked in. As soon as Bai Yi entered, Director Wu’s lewd smile made Ye Feng uneasy, and just as he glanced over, he saw Director Wu’s greasy hand resting on Bai Yi’s delicate fingers. Noticing someone entering, Director Wu quickly withdrew his hand. Bai Yi...

The cycle of heaven is inexorable, retribution comes without fail; Zhou Changsheng, who found amusement in manipulating others, was now himself toyed with, utterly stripped of dignity, at Ying Feiyang’s mercy.

Moreover, despite being overwhelmed by affairs, he made time in the afternoon to meet the Fat Man and Wang Yi. At this critical moment in the presidential election, with Roosevelt’s prospects looking grim, rather than campaigning for votes, he devoted half a day to receive them.

Yu Qingya’s movements were gentle; before Lin Tianbao even realized it, his white hair had already been plucked.

The wretched elder in red hadn’t even managed to recall his attack before he was killed by his own backlash, transformed into a red crane-scorpion lying lifeless on the ground.

“Some time ago, a few folks from the underworld said they wanted to invite you to dinner. You didn’t seem to care, so I kept quiet. But today, they all called again, saying they’d like to dine with you,” Hong Tianqi stammered.

The past is too painful to recall, and this sword too burdensome to wield. Though it has long hung at his waist, he rarely uses it. In his eyes, throughout heaven and earth, ancient and modern times, only one person is worthy of bearing the 'Unbearable Sword'. To use it for bargaining was unthinkable.

“Sigh…” Ce Tianji also remembered the old Daoist who once wandered the streets with him. His heart was filled with nostalgia and mixed emotions.

She forced a smile; though her best friend stood before her, she was also her lover’s confidant. The two together, in any context, made her uneasy.

“Ling Yi, have you brought the person?” As people came to greet them, they cast meaningful glances at Zhao Pu’s face.

Yang Qian had also observed the drawbacks of Beijiang Steel, and her ideas aligned with Wang Batian’s. Thus, before Wang Batian could return to Beijiang, Fu Jie had already taken office as one of Beijiang Steel’s two deputy generals.

He caught her steadily, even taking the opportunity to spin Guan Juan’er around twice, eliciting peals of laughter.

Every word Qin Feng spoke was forceful and resounding, leaving Su Jiuyue speechless.

Chen Yi gazed at the green woods lining the road, pondering. The environment here was so pleasant, with forests and rivers—surely it wouldn’t be hard to hunt some game?

As the first chief strategist of the Zhou family, he should have remained in their stronghold, plotting and advising. Yet he suddenly appeared in Xinjiang City, making a high-profile entrance at the highest meeting of the Xinjiang Dynasty, leaving Zhou Yuanming baffled about Sima Zhence’s true intentions.

Finally, just as Master Le Dan’s proud student had begun refining pills, another trainee finished sorting the medicinal ingredients.

Xu Damao wanted to explain, to defend himself, but the factory leaders had no intention of entertaining a man they saw as delusional.

Chen Qi nervously stepped back. Had she known her assistant had arranged for her to visit Jin Siyu’s hospital, she wouldn’t have come. Now, faced with this man, she could not keep calm.

After trying on costumes and makeup, Ye Wan felt as though she wasn’t going to meet her birth mother, but rather had an appointment with a film director for an audition.

He knew well that staying would likely mean death, but he could not abandon his faith as a child of China.

Yet this held no allure for Lei; what others could achieve with effort, he could do with a mere flick of his finger. Why rely on external tools? After hearing this, Lei wished to proceed, but was stopped by Hong Shu.

Finally, before Chu Guihua could transition from shock to infatuation, a rough voice shattered the moment.