Chapter Thirty-Five: One More Time, Let Us Be Wild

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Ye Feng and Bai Yi were already surrounded by security guards. The guards all recognized Bai Yi, but it was their first time seeing Ye Feng and his companions. Bai Yi was soon to become Liu Xingli’s wife—everyone in the factory knew this. A few security guards noticed the intimate relationship between Ye Feng and Bai Yi at a glance, instantly suspecting that Bai Yi was cheating on Liu Xingli. After all, Liu Xingli was the future factory director, and this was a great opportunity for them to make an impression in front of him, one they certainly wouldn’t miss.

Li Weidong hadn’t understood the implication at first, but when he looked up and saw the expression on his face, he instantly realized that this was not the kind of film he thought.

Wang Tian fell silent. Everything Fan Shuiqing said was completely accurate. No matter how much one discussed it, the most crucial issue was where his true talent lay. That was the key to determining whether he could become one of the very best.

Zhou Tunan was satisfied upon hearing this; in these times, it was no easy feat to find a few people who understood Western arithmetic.

Lu Huaiqiu saw that, in her perpetually unfocused eyes, something complex seemed to be surging.

Long accustomed to this, Lu Huaiqiu was preparing to sit down and queue for a ranked match, when Tang Yusheng called her over.

After much pondering, Lü Fei still shook his head. He really couldn’t figure out what was going on. The old fox Yan Zhen’s schemes were impossible to decipher, at least not in a short time.

As he was thinking, he heard the steady sound of horse-drawn carriages approaching. Cen Guozhang turned to see three carriages driving steadily along the eastern street, with Master Wu Qi sitting atop the leading carriage.

Sadly, time could not be turned back. If the old fox had another chance, it would rather soak in water and be battered by wind and rain than ever approach that giant rock again.

Lü Fei sat on the sofa, knowing that time had been won in the best possible way. The elderly man’s signature on the album was enough to show his support. Now in a far better mood, she handled this vexing matter with remarkable composure.

Sun Shilin thought for a moment. He’d believed he wouldn’t want to go see it, but after pondering for a while, he discovered, to his own surprise, that he truly did want to go.

By this time, the car was already approaching the headquarters of Tianxiao Group. From afar, a European-style building came into view. More precisely, it was a very modern, multi-story building—over ten stories high—whose architectural style was entirely different from those commonly found in the country.

At the moment when Shi Kun was slightly flustered, Bi Zhenglong had already transferred the money and started to leave. Shi Kun quickly composed himself and followed, and as they were leaving, he quietly slipped two phones from the basket at the door, unnoticed by those inside. That basket likely contained all the phones from this floor; one or two missing would hardly be noticed.

“Without father or mother, then the master is paramount. Have your master come propose marriage at my Yu Residence!” Yu Xuansheng said impatiently, glaring at Yu Youwei, who was sitting quietly, eyes downcast and mind at peace.

Ye Xinyi had already guessed what they wanted to say—no doubt it was about the matter between Fu Yiming and Zhao Ying.

He lay back down on the bed, pondering deeply about the White Dragon Guard’s command. He wondered whether it was just him who knew, or if the entire Celestial Bureau was aware.

Ye Xinyi opened the envelope. It was a week’s wages—not a lot, but better than nothing. Combined with the money settled with George earlier, there was barely enough left to rent a one-bedroom apartment near the school.

Sang Zi left He Group, first sending a message to Li Qian, telling her to get ready, then turning to meet Nikole, that stubborn fool who insisted on playing Muxin in Genesis.

Huang Heng nodded. It was like a battered container; the energy consumed before was for repairing the vessel, and the next task was to fill it to the brim.