Volume 1 Chapter 38 The Contest

"Brother Chen, how about I go back myself to notify my family to come to the pier and unload the cargo, while Huzi and the two of you keep watch here?" Wang Zeming suggested.

"Why are you so cold? You didn't even put on an extra layer before heading out." Peng Mo held his icy body, frowning immediately. She complained while tucking her own quilt around him.

Chen Ning had now realized the true intention behind this young lady establishing a garment factory, and he also felt Wang Ting’s love for him. He gently took Wang Ting’s hand, pulled her into his embrace, and said, "You really are a silly girl." Overwhelmed by this sudden happiness, Wang Ting began to sob in Chen Ning’s arms.

The three walked through the building; everywhere was pitch black, with only a few electric lights swaying precariously. The light flickered on and off, barely enough to make out the stairs.

"Could it really be him?" Ye Liaosha thought to herself. Two contradictory emotions struggled within her, nearly tearing her apart.

He did not rush to catch the incoming bullets; he simply turned slightly, clasped his hands together, and then pulled them apart sharply. Just as his hands separated, the three bullets arrived in front of Wang Xuanlong.

"Your Highness, I plan to cooperate with other companies in the United States for the shipyard. There will be results before the end of the year," Chen Ning replied.

"Over there, just walk straight ahead." Dong Zhanyun walked directly to a purple-gold gate, where a massive spirit beast was stationed.

"I thought going out for a walk would help me relax, but who knew it would only make me feel more depressed," Valentine muttered.

Chen Yi was truly terrified, silently praying that these two would never do this again, he thought to himself.

The second reason was that there wasn't much money left on her meal card, just enough to order beef brisket stewed with tomatoes and braised pork ribs. Once she ordered those, she would have to go and top up the card. She wanted to treat her guest.

That day, the two arrived at a dilapidated mountain villa in the wilderness. It seemed as though no one had lived there for a long time; it was overgrown with weeds, covered in fallen leaves, and thick with thorns.

Compared to the dull and introverted A-Yu of the past, he preferred the clever and cheerful A-Yu before him even more.

In Song Zhizhi’s heart, there were countless questions, but at this moment, being held by Song Qingshan, she dared not ask. She was afraid that if she asked, the Song Qingshan before her would vanish into thin air.

One of them was called CNN, which seemed to be backed by the North American military, often reporting firsthand news about wars and regional conflicts.

Of course, although Mu Nan said she didn't believe it, she did in her heart. She could feel that everything Wang Yan said was true. In fact, although Wang Yan talked a lot, she never told a lie, a fact known to everyone in the class.

She stood behind him, pressed his head against her chest, and gently rubbed her cheek against his hair.

When the outer gate creaked, everyone became extremely vigilant. Everyone in the room looked toward Song Zhizhi, waiting for her to issue an order.

Xu Fei thought for a moment and felt there was no other way to prevent theft, so he simply put the matter aside and looked at the researchers recruited by Grandpa Sun.

"Qin Wei?" Li Fan finally understood why Su Qing was so sensitive; it was all because of Qin Wei.

Ceng Geng pondered, "I agree with the tribal migration that old Shen mentioned, but I believe the main purpose of the migration was to search for water sources."

But the Thunder Emperor was disappointed; Feng Ying acted as if she didn't see the Thunder Emperor’s gaze. It was clear that Feng Ying was playing dumb while knowing the truth.

Yang Yiyi finally approached Lin Chen, raised the long sword in her hand, and looked at Lin Chen from close range, but her hand could not stop trembling. Although her hatred was intense, when she truly had to face Lin Chen, she could not bring herself to strike.

His eyes were as crimson as blood. Li Muping suddenly felt afraid, as if she had returned to that night at the lantern festival when he had killed his own subordinates in front of her. His thoughts were unfathomable, and Li Muping had never been able to grasp them, but at this moment, she seemed to be touching the truest version of him.

But one day, when their Third Prince came of age, in front of the entire nation, the Third Prince’s Red Snake sought out the most suitable wife for him.

Just as Wu Yi was inspecting Mayi City, two sudden system notifications forced him to end his trip to Mayi City prematurely and return to Gourd City early.

The next day, the sky was as clear as blue paper, with a few thin white clouds drifting slowly with the wind, as if melted by the sunlight. Under the blue sky and white clouds, Prince Xing, Zhu Youyuan, accompanied his wife, Princess Jiang, to the Fengtian Gate to pay respects for the Emperor’s grace. Afterward, carrying the imperial golden seal and jade treasure, they bid farewell to the palace.

Dunhuang Chairman Mr. Yu Jinfang was advanced in age and currently in a state of semi-retirement. Most of the decisions of the Dunhuang Group were led by two vice-chairmen of the board. Lin Canghai, who had been transferred to the position of assistant to the chairman, was almost a spokesperson for the old man, and his influence was heavier than that of an ordinary director, so his words naturally carried significant weight.

In this scheme, whether it was Lu Qikang, him, or even Ouyang Ming, a single misstep would lead to them being exploited. It had to be said that even though he had been dealt a heavy blow, Ye Chen still admired the person who was secretly directing Lu Qikang.

"What else? Just say it," Baili Cangming said coldly, his tone devoid of any warmth.

Chen Hao glanced at the target's basic profile on the screen. He knew a little about these people; he had clashed with them once or twice overseas. The Black Witches and White Witches were the most powerful members of their team, and their individual lethality was entirely comparable to that of a Spirit Warrior.

On the morning of December 24th, during the morning exercise formation, Class 5 left first. The boys lagged far behind, and the student at the very end was Li Zhengguo. Zhao Hui desperately wanted to see him, but she also felt miserable, often troubled by not being able to meet him.

The four tall boys and Qin Lin'ai just smiled faintly and said nothing, so she could only pat her head and follow the main group with peace of mind.

Zhang Yang was unbothered; after all, he had been through so many places, what kind of people hadn't he seen? The changes were earth-shaking compared to the past.