Chapter Thirty-Four: Let's Shut Down the Factory First

The girl sobbed softly a few more times.
“You want to hear?”
“Very much so?”
“Even if I tell you, what difference does it make?” the girl sighed.
“If you don’t tell me, how would you know it wouldn’t help?”
The girl hesitated for a while, then slowly began to speak.
“My father was a gambler. When I was young, my parents...”

A faint, indistinct figure appeared before him, its gaze resting on Long Tian.

Ever since Susu showed up, my body has felt considerably lighter, and in that regard, I’ve become somewhat stronger than before.

The fire pheasant cried out in delight, feeling the flame power within it subtly strengthened, and it seemed even easier to control now.

First, if you want to be the face of something, a bachelor’s degree is a hindrance. Second, once you become the face, a bachelor’s degree naturally becomes a weakness. Lastly, that degree becomes a point of vulnerability for others to exploit.

A business might survive even if its signboard is smashed, but offending someone like Zheng Tianqi could very well put an end to everything.

“No, you must come back at once! This concerns the very survival of our Cao family—it’s a matter of life and death.”

For Wang Nuo, finding Tao Xiu posed no challenge at all; he merely needed to expend a little energy and he would succeed.

Liu Shi shook his head, then rose and walked over to Mu Hong’s table. “Let’s leave it for today. When there’s another chance, I’ll treat you to a drink,” he said, watching Mu Hong closely, his palm hovering above the edge of the table, wary of any sudden move from the other man.

“It’s best if it’s a short-term research report,” Wang Nuo said as he casually selected a few manuscripts and set them aside.

Fang Qiong understood Zhao Zhen’s meaning and burst into hearty laughter. “If that’s all, then let your majesty watch Fang Qiong fight for you!” With that, she spurred her horse forward without waiting for further instruction. Zhao Zhen hefted his Divine Scourge Staff and mingled with Fang Qiong’s troops, charging ahead as well.

On June 3, the first shipment of wild vegetables from China arrived, totaling about five tons. Four tons were spiny ash shoots, with the rest consisting of ferns and similar greens, all carefully packed and shipped in containers.

The attitude from Korea had finally become quite positive: they fired the deputy director, apologized publicly on national television, promised never to let such quality issues recur, and even sold at zero profit for three days to demonstrate their sincerity.

The Black Rose, seeing she couldn’t seize the initiative, simply stared at Saga without moving, determined to outlast her opponent.

The other party ignored her completely. She repeated herself, but the door guardian acted as if he hadn’t heard a word.

The youth had delicate features and wore a red, cross-collared silk Taoist robe from Hangzhou. His hair was neatly combed, making him look full of spirit. He asked the old woman for an armband, casually rolled up his sleeves, tucked the hem of his robe into his belt, and then pushed aside the laborers squatting on the ground to tinker with the fireworks.

This left him at a bit of a loss; for the time being, he could not take the living Yuanling Fruit Tree with him if he wanted it alive.

In that split instant, the monk’s scythe suddenly retracted, and Chu Liuxiang, suspended in midair, fell down together with the net.

That evening, Zhao Xing and Shuai Fan descended the mountain with their attendants. Behind them, the treasurer of Baoji Monastery, Zheng Qian, and his confidants had all been executed, and the former deputy mine overseer was promoted to take Zheng’s place.

“You’ve mastered control of dominion energy quite well, but that’s only when you’re fully absorbed in calligraphy. I want to see if you can handle it just as skillfully while practicing dominion techniques,” Taotao explained.

In the years spent training at Mount Bun with Wukong’s family, Sun Gohan had basically stopped calling Piccolo his foster father.

“It was just a mild chill. Two days of ginger tea and I was fine. It’s nothing to worry about,” Gu Yunrong said with an easy, gracious smile.